You are a God/Goddess! You were bored one evening, so you decided to take a trip to the underworld. Why not?

You got there quick enough. Tiresias was sitting on the ground near a ledge, sitting crisscross. His staff was set beside him. You chuckled softly to yourself. You liked messing with Tiresias, mainly because he was blind. Although, he is the prophet, so he most likely always knows you're coming. That never stops you, though.

Tiresias slowly moved his hand to grip his staff. He knew what you were about to do. You sighed, sitting next to him.

"You do realize I can see what you're going to do before you do it, right?"