Votum No.2

　I don't believe in God. Not even now.

　"Parental lottery" is a good way to put it. Himawari listened to the commotion in the living room from her own room. Her father screamed at her mother, hit her, and threw things until dishes shattered. It was the usual. There was no point in wearing earphones; she could still hear it. She stopped watching the streams she didn't even like. The way the Created Beings scattered their charms seemed utterly ridiculous to her.

　Even at school, everyone was hyped up talking about the Created. Their favorites, the ones who disappeared... there are so many of them, there's always a replacement, right? When classmates asked her about the Created, she could only reply that she didn't really know, or she'd heard the name. When she tried to think of other topics... Created, Created, Created. ...Shut up already. Himawari had gradually stopped thinking. She didn't dislike the time Guest spent playing the piano in the second music room to skip class. 　To put it plainly, Himawari was isolated. And she truly didn't give a damn about that fact. She couldn't see a bright future. She had long since missed the deadline for submitting her career preference form.

　Primal God. A water cooler just to maintain the Created. You don't really care about the world either, do you? If you did, you wouldn't need henchmen. —I wish everything would just break. 　The moment she thought that, she was struck by a sensation that something was behind her. Himawari couldn't turn around. It didn't have a physical form yet. That was exactly why it was terrifying. "What's your favorite color?" 　An unknown voice asked. "...Yellow." 　It was a lie. Himawari hated her own name. The presence behind her walked around to stand in front of her, staring straight into her eyes. Blond hair fluttered softly. "Himawari-chan, huh? Then I guess I'm Marigold. That's long, so let's go with Marie. Yeah. That's good. What do you think?" "What do I think...?" 　Regardless of what she thought, she didn't care. She went home and shut herself in her room as usual. Naturally, Marie was there too. "Quite a disaster, isn't it?" "It's normal." 　She spat out the words while looking down at her phone. A game screenshot from Guest was glowing in rainbow colors. Then, she let something extra slip out. "It doesn't matter who's at fault. This is my normal. That's why I think God should just die." "...I see." 　After a short silence, Marie spoke. "Does that mean you want to help people, Himawari-chan?" 　How did you get that? Himawari glared at Marie. Helping people. ...People who, like her, were being excluded from the world. "The Created, the Primal God, I'm sick of all of it. I'll break them. All of you. I'm going to turn this whole world upside down."