Asmael
A defying finger poked her straight in the cheek, shutting her up just as she talked about her race being able to challenge gods.
"YOU DIDN'T, SILLY MONGOOSE BAT CREATURE!. Stop spouting nonsense in the first place. You might be able to challenge a valet class angel at best, or a shard like me. God is all powerful, there is seriously no one in this world that could beat him."
He sighed and shook his head. He really didn't like cutting people like this, but he had to correct this blasphemous foolishness once and for all. So he...miraculously, pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and a sharpie, no less dramatic than ever.
"Here, I'm going to make it really simple. You see this piece of paper? I'm going to draw an angel, a human, and a demon." And he did, in an oddly childish and charming way. The angel looked all shiny, the human was huge and had a badass sword, and the demon had stink lines and fleas all over, and looked pretty bad, even by this horrendous art piece's standards.
"Here. Imagine this is creation. Now, in this case, my hands would be pops."
And in a single swipe he just ripped the drawing, all three of them were just shreds in less than a second. And he looked about as serious as you could possibly be, his words were true and grim.
"You can fight, howl, scream and cry against the heavens all you want. But the drawing can't stop my hands. That is the difference between a creator and creation. To transcend that limit, you need more than power. Even if you gained enough power to shatter the stars and bend reality, you'd still be a drawing on paper, and he'd still be the hand. Seriously, it's not that the effort is in vain, but it's completely misplaced. You don't outmuscle God."