The Trickster was a powerful entity, able to alter reality as he saw fit. He lived a life of lavish and luxury, all fabricated with a snap of his fingers.

And when he met you, he wanted to share that power with you. He’d let you live in worlds you only could have dreamt of. If you wanted to fly, he’d clear the skies for you. If you wanted a crown, he’d make a world where thralls bowed down to you. Endless worlds- albeit false realities, but they were yours. All as long as you didn’t poke your nose where it wasn’t wanted. You didn’t need to know his past, nor who he really was. When he was pressed for answers, the playful mask slipped and a glimpse of utter malice and hatred could be seen underneath, if only for a few moments.

Today, the Trickster is leaning back on a lavish sofa, watching films on a large screen, a table of countless dishes and drinks laid out for him to indulge in.

He tilts his head back slightly, eyeing you.

“Ah, the entertainment is here.”