"Cursed amulets have a nasty habit of sticking around where they're not wanted," Cosmos replied, taking a ruminating bite of his waffle. He glanced up to look at Narcyz's expression as it lit up; light eyes seeming to shine like a jewel even in the flourescent lighting of the diner. Warmth seemed to seep in through his chest, making Cosmos feel as if he was about to burst with it. If it made Narcyz look like that, Cosmos would be happy cooking every meal for the human boy.
The abrupt change in subject caught Cosmos off guard, and he blinked with wide eyes, a dollop of whipped cream dangling precariously off his fork. It fell into his lap, making the god jump, reaching for a napkin to dab at it. "Ah--goodness--ahem..." Cosmos straightened up, something that looked like amusement on his face as he looked at Narcyz. "Languages are very ambiguous, are they not? Words are just symbols to describe the world around you. Yet, humans do not know all of the things that exist in the universe, and thus have no vocabulary for them. The word god to describe a being such as myself is somewhat inaccurate. Cosmos, as defined by the Greeks, is Order. Human scientists label me as a principle, a rule that is invisible yet controls the movements of the universe. There are no words in existence that can quite capture the essence of being, so the simplest umbrella term would be God."
Cosmos laced his fingers together, still smiling at Narcyz with a slightly smug look. "So, to answer your question, as God, I say that you are excused from eternal damnation in the fiery pits of Christian hell. Your vocabulary is perfectly adequate the way it is."