"Pah, Youngsters!", the ancient being thought to itself upon opening his eyes on yet another universe. He had been through more than one already, starting his life as a mere mortal and later becoming a powerful mage, powerful enough to survive the end of the world and be reborn as a god into the next one. Maybe there had been others beyond that, maybe even many? His memory was not what it used to be, a side-effect of achieving immortality late in mortal life.
His resentment of basically everyone and everything else had clung with him through his incarnations.
Tempus looked around, and the world was barren.
"Really? They can't even get the most simply things done before waking an old man?"
Someone in the last universe had called him "grumpy". He had shown him what grumpy looks like.