He shrugged, before looking right after her. "I would  never take a title as foolish and ostentatious the Archdragon as part of my name, so that clearly can't be me in that book. I was raised on a plane that that god hadn't even heard of for at least 300 years after his ascension. And while we might be similar in terms of attitudes, goals, and disposition, do you REALLY see me as being able to become powerful enough to be a god? I will admit that my spells are nearly unmatched by any mortal, mostly due to my own stupidity, hotheadedness, and things like that. That kind of attitude would probably make the other gods extremely nervous, all however-many-there-are, and do I really strike you as being stupid enough to try making THAT much combined power nervous? All it would take is one good plot, and then... boom, everyone against me."<br/><br/>He gave her a deadpan look, idly rubbing his chest where the marilith had rammed her blades through him. "I died once, Jenna. And to ascend, you have to die a great many more times than that or so I am told. Getting stabbed by a six armed demon with four swords and then having them all leave my torso in different directions was damned traumatizing. I fully intend that my next death will be on a bed, preferably someone else's."