Thought some of you might be interested in a glimpse of how 'God' comes across in my current story.

A couple of things first: 'The Lyf' is the god of the human race (that's the name for his species); Eloise is the name of Denny and Gavin's home-made spacecraft — she's a souped-up Austin FG ice cream van; Denny and Gav are 14 years old, Julia is 13; Kwinch is a 9-foot tall alien who's been their nemesis throughout the story so far. Oh, and this is only the first draft, so excuse any crappy bits.

And with that established....

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He squeaked in alarm as the Lyf’s uncanny cry reached them from somewhere up ahead. ‘What?! It’s in front of us? How can that be?!’
They froze; Gavin looked frantically at Denny, but he was no bloody reassurance. Denny, who’d dragged them here with his cocksure swagger and untrammelled genius was tear-streaked and afraid, and clearly out of ideas.
‘He’s a god, Gavs,’ Denny said weakly, ‘he can do anything he bleedin’ wants.’ He glanced around uncertainly. ‘The corridors go round in a circle, don’t they? If he’s up ahead, maybe we can double back and get to the hangar from the other side... We get to Eloise and we clear off, whether Julia’s there or not. Agreed?’
Gavin considered this. His instinct was no, we can’t leave her, but frankly she was a part of this world and they were absolutely not. He wanted, desperately, to be back on Earth and for the adventure to be over. He nodded.
Denny smiled a touch desperately and clutched his shoulders. ‘We’ll get out of this, alright?’ He shoved Gavin forwards: ‘Come on, I think it’s down that way, we can do a left up ahead and get around it.’

The gravity seemed to be weakening even more and the corridors felt like vertical shafts as they scrambled to move along them; at times it was to tell which way was up. The emergency lighting was much dimmer than the smothering red hue that had lit their way in, and whereas the place had seemed humid and organic before, now they were stumbling through frightening, gloomy shafts full of shadows that could be hiding God knows what. God probably did know, and that made it somehow worse; any impressions they may have had of a benign, bearded grandfather, looking kindly upon them were shattered. This God may likely summon a horde of skittering, foot-long, brain-eating alien spiders to swarm upon them, and every yard that they blundered forward was an exercise in terror.
Suddenly, they were in a wider space — the hangar was ahead of them, and as they neared the entrance, Eloise’s familiar, cheerful shape came into view. Denny let out a panicked though delighted whimper and bounded ahead, but the hem of his jacket seemed to snag on something and he felt himself being hauled backwards. He looked around — it was Gavin. The boy leapt upon him in a rugby-tackle and clapped a hand over his mouth, bringing him down amongst a cluster of supply crates. Gav’s eyes were alert, he glanced upwards and Denny followed his line of sight to see the Lyf. It was in the hangar bay, just yards from them, but with its back turned. It appeared to be facing off against Kwinch’s spacecraft — the big, mantis-like Bozfly was reared-up cautiously against the far wall, rocking side-to-side on its limbs whilst the Lyf studied it curiously, chattering to itself.
Denny wriggled free of Gavin’s grip and popped his head up for a closer look. The scrawny, naked creature was as repulsive as it was fascinating; it glimmered and shone with a sickly, greenish fluorescence, like a glow-in-the-dark clock face, and it seemed to float amid its millions of wispy trails. Denny suddenly understood what he was seeing, they were the tethers to every human life on the planet — the channels through which the Lyf observed its pets. He knelt, transfixed, as the Lyf turned towards him. Now he could see something else, at the creature’s core, and it stirred a long-forgotten feeling of dread.
He recognised it straight away — his recurring nightmare as a small child; a fever-dream that came whenever he was severely ill. He saw a shimmering, black shape, like a bonfire sparkler in negative, sucking in light and energy, devouring it with terrible, unending greed. In his nightmares, the putrid, crackling form sat upon a tightrope, along which happy children glided, cheerfully unaware of their doom — until they reached the shape and were incinerated in a moment of horrified realisation. There were no tightrope or smiley kids to see here, but this was surely the same thing — the blackness sucked in a squirming, smoky thread with mucous-like globs upon it. Suddenly it made sense... ‘Those are souls!’ Denny blurted, appalled.
The Lyf spun around and spotted them. NYAA-kah-kuh-HA-A-A-AGH, it wailed and started towards him.
Gavin groaned in dread. ‘Nnnnno! Fucksake Denny!’ He broke cover and fled towards the corridor then stopped with a horrified intake of breath as he ran straight into Kwinch.
The huge alien stood, blocking his exit and glaring down upon him. Gav shook his head and gazed back with round, pleading eyes as the monster reached for him. He felt its hand upon him, firm and forceful, but not the crushing grip he’d feared; then he was being swept aside and found himself behind its back with Julia gripping his shirt collar and dragging him away.
Kwinch cricked his neck and spun up his sizzoo blade. ‘Denny!’ he barked, ‘Out of there, son — come on.’
Denny ignored him, his anger was boiling up once more — that impulsive indignation that continually landed him in trouble. He stood up. ‘You feed on us!’
‘Come out, Denny,’ cautioned Kwinch.
‘It eats us!’ Denny shouted, staring at the Lyf. ‘And you’ve been protecting it all along, you bastard — you knew what it was doing and you let it chew us up.’
The Lyf was drifting towards Denny, peering at him inquisitively. Kwinch edged into the hangar. ‘Calm yourself, son. It’s only taking back what it gave out in the first place. It’s just like any being — it’s got to eat.’
Denny stared, horrified at the babbling, constantly changing creature as it loomed closer. ‘Those sounds... They’re cries of fear! Like the people know what’s happening to them.’
Kwinch wondered the Lyf wasn’t attacking them. It appeared to be studying Denny. Although its features shimmered and shifted, its expression stayed constant — a curious, troubled frown. He reached carefully for the boy and tugged him backwards. ‘It’s over in an instant,’ he said, ‘it’s not so bad. And it only consumes those who are... Willing... The rest it just annihilates.’
‘I see you...’
The voice was bubbling and disjointed, as if separate people were speaking in rapid succession. Denny pulled back, startled.
‘...But I can’t... Feel you...’ The Lyf’s tone became angry and accusatory: ‘What have you done?!’ Its ever-changing face curled into an expression of outrage. ‘What is this?! You have taken! You have TAKEN! HOW?!’
Denny felt a sickening, tumbling, tugging sensation within his head, as if his mind was being torn from him. He cried out in panic. Kwinch hauled him aside and lunged for the Lyf, but his blade swiped at empty air. The creature winked out and reappeared up in the far corner of the hangar, clinging to the wall and shrieking petulantly: ‘THIEF! THIEF!’ It started to tremble and jabber rapidly, its form changing hundreds of times a second. NnnnGg-eeE-yaaaaAAH... The wriggling, smoky thread at its core thickened and became a black funnel, lashing about like a beached eel as the Lyf arched its back. The trailing, wisps of pale light appeared to be snuffing out by their thousands.
‘What’s it doing?’ cried Gavin.
‘Shhhit!’ said Denny, ‘It’s freaking out. It’s taking them all back — the lives! It’s taking everyone’s soul back!’
‘Well stop it!’

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Duh-duh-daaah!