He was bored.

Living in a palace wasn't all it was cooked up to be. Sure, he could do anything he wished, could decorate it however he wanted to, could rearrange the furniture, the vases, the paintings, the walls, could partake in countless forms of entertainment...

Except that wasn't quite right, since he had partaken in all of them, which by definition meant that they weren't, in fact, countless. They could be, seeing as how he created a fair few of them and nothing stopped him from creating more, but...creating got tiresome, monotone, even drab, if he may say so. It was limited by nothing except his imagination, which wasn't quite up to the task, it seems.

So what was the solution?

Evidently, he needed to entertain himself, but he couldn't. Thus, he had to find entertainment elsewhere. Where else, though?

Anywhere else, seeing as how he hasn't left this palace since retiring. Now there's a good thought, surely the others also had to get bored sometime and have something to have fun with. Yes, and there are many others, perhaps even some new ones.

With that thought, he got up from the comfortable chair that served as his throne and walked out of the throne room that also served as his dining room. Walking through the long hall that led to the gates he began to wonder about all the new things that could have appeared since he last saw the outside world. Even if there wasn't anything interesting, if there was anything new he was sure he could make it interesting.

He could do anything, after all.

Except keep himself entertained.

Noticing he wasn't any closer to the gates, he simply decided to walk just a tad faster. The echoing sounds of his footsteps were replaced by a low hum, rising and falling slowly, though it picked up the pace along with him as he walked onward.

Stopping before a cloud, he crouched, waited until the hum returned to its normal rhythm, then leaped through the cloud. Reaching forward with both hands, he stopped when he touched a head-shaped object, then put his hands over where the eyes would be.

"Who am I?"

Where eyes were, and rolled, since the head-shaped object was a real head. He waited patiently, standing as still as any statues that was made of him, and more still than a few that he animated in the past.

"...father, I swear to god-"

"Me, you, or your mother?"

"...why?..." muttered the voice that belonged to the head, not sounding happy in any way. Then, continued in a more level tone. "It is you, o father of the heavens, creator of all, and destroyer of anything that you wish."

Taking his hands off the head, he smiled brightly at the person who turned to him. Apparently happiness wasn't as contagious as he'd thought, since the person's lips didn't even twitch upwards. His daughter was so unflappable, really, entirely too serious to be the main honcho here. Her stare was beginning to creep him out, too. Were he a lesser being, he was sure that he would begin sweating from a rising heat now.

So he instead looked down from the clouds at the land that his daughter was surveying. Looking closer, he saw that the small creatures - humans, he reminded himself - were still alive and surprisingly not extinct, despite his wife's efforts to do so. He looked back at his daughter, who just raised an eyebrow. He glanced down to the land again, then back, a smile growing on his face. His daughter sighed, then waved her hand, considering it better than the alternative - him staying there, bothering her and the others.

"Just don't cause too much chaos."

"No promises."

With that, Izanagi leapt from the heavens down to Earth.