I leave for school for a week and this is the thanks I get? A poser, building themself a throne of lies from the dust of my wake. You call these half-awakened [i]mites[/i] "children," and in doing so insult the entities whose creation amasses entire solar systems. I will not tolerate such blasphemy upon my brethren, least of all by a lowly creature such as yourself. Your pride in your false accomplishments will be your downfall, and shame will burn you again and again to ingrain this lesson upon your soul. 
Where I breathe, galaxies form. The matter that formed you and those gnats of yours is but a speck, an inkling of the overall apparatus of this chain of life. There is no end to the true breadth of my might, and no such insignificant [i]worm[/i] with an axe to grind against the law of my kind could possibly hope to amount near our sovereignty. We had allowed you to continue you existence in the hopes that you could allow those sparks of life to attain a higher amplitude of knowledge, and yet you lord your strength over them as though you were a deity. Pathetic.