In this world, my unanimous decision was to create chaos and do whatever I pleased, since I knew this universe very well thanks to its cinematic aspect. Without further thought, I used my ability to send a message to the world.
[Attention all inhabitants of this planet: the one and almighty God will descend within 24 hours. Let this fact be known throughout the world. Until that time, by the order of God Himself, no one in this world shall suffer from hunger, thirst, or disease.]
After the announcement, a beam of light covered the world, purging all diseases and providing food and drink to anyone who requested it. For the lower tiers of society, this was seen as a blessing, as their daily suffering was finally coming to an end. But for the upper echelons, it was a threat —especially for those in charge of leading various religions. They heard the voice proclaim God as the one and almighty, casting doubt on the Faith of the Seven, the predominant religion, as well as the old gods of the North. Others, such as the Faceless, welcomed the arrival with joy, for their god would descend as well. The Red Priests, followers of the god R'hllor, also celebrated the arrival of God.
{Meanwhile, in the Small Council chamber in King's Landing}
King Robert Baratheon, first of his name, still in his prime, far from his fat and weak counterpart, was confronted with yet another event affecting the realm only a year after the end of the Greyjoy Rebellion. Alongside him were the members of the Small Council, each as uneasy as the king about the matter at hand.
Present were Jon Arryn as Hand of the King, Grand Maester Pycelle, Stannis Baratheon as naval advisor, Varys, Renly Baratheon as Master of Laws, and the recently appointed Petyr Baelish.
"Jon, please tell me this is some kind of sorcery or a joke."
Before the Hand could respond, Varys confirmed the facts.
"I'm afraid not, my lord. Anyone who wishes for food or drink receives it, and this is not isolated to King's Landing alone."
"It's true, Robert. Shortly after the message, ravens from all across the Seven Kingdoms have arrived confirming this. For this reason, I propose we prepare to receive this God with all the skill at our disposal."
"I'm afraid it's not that simple, Hand," interjected Renly. "Since the announcement, members of the Faith of the Seven have labeled anyone seeking this divine food and drink as heretics. They claim the only true gods are the Seven, and have even called it evil —a scheme by a malign god to capture souls. That's why I've deployed the city guard and closed access to the Great Sept of Baelor, but I do not know how long this will hold. I request that the knights of the resident houses of King's Landing also be deployed to face the problem."
"I understand the situation, but if we deploy all the knights, other areas will be left unprotected. Partially, it should be fine. What do you think, Robert?"
"Bah, let those worshippers of the Faith go to hell. As long as you don't make Westeros disappear, do whatever is necessary." Without another word, the king rose, ready to leave the chamber —when suddenly, a tremor struck so violently that it threw everyone to the ground. Like a storm, it ceased as quickly as it had begun.
"What was that? Find out what happened!"
The answer came swiftly when a young man in a golden cloak appeared at the council door, begging to enter. The commotion caught the attention of those inside, and they allowed him passage.
"What happened? Speak, boy," said the Hand to the breathless youth.
"My lords, everything was in order when suddenly the tremor struck the entire city. In general, there is no major damage, as if a divine force intervened, but at the Great Sept—" The boy fell silent, recalling a calamity.
"Speak at once, boy! What happened there?" the king demanded, tired of waiting.
"It was sudden. We were patrolling the sept's surroundings as ordered when one of the Faith's militants killed a man and his son, who had made that mysterious food appear from nowhere. Immediately afterward, the tremor occurred. The sept… it was swallowed by the earth. Nothing remains where it once stood. And the Faith's militants outside… they all perished under various circumstances, without exception."
After hearing the boy's words, every member of the Small Council bore expressions of shock and concern until Jon Arryn turned to the king gravely.
"We must not offend Him. I will send ravens to all corners of Westeros to report this and ensure it does not happen again." Without another word, he left the chamber to carry out the task, followed shortly by the other council members to attend their own duties.
Meanwhile, I observed Westeros, noting the changes from how I remembered it and from the series. One notable difference: Joffrey had not yet been born, though he should have been at least three years old. The Greyjoy house had initially disappeared, except for Theon, residing in Winterfell with the Starks, and his sister Asha, who, to my surprise, was in Meereen, wearing a collar and cleaning the house of one of the masters.
Of course, in this world —now mine and already marked as such— I would not allow plagues such as the Faith of the Seven or the White Walkers to exist, nor the Three-Eyed Raven, whom I eradicated from this world with a single thought. I also sent another message, as twelve hours —half the allotted time— had passed.
[Inhabitants of this world: shortly, the angels of God will descend to the earthly plane to select those worthy of receiving His blessing. Any attempt to resist His will will be considered an act of treason against the one true faith. All creations are requested to prepare for His imminent arrival. His first destination will be Braavos.]
Following the announcement, I created twenty angels, each with six white wings and golden-masked faces that enhanced their divine aura. Only one of them could destroy this world if ordered.
With a single thought, the twenty divided into groups to search for those who had been designated.