(uh. Hard to explain, but ur basically ruling the whole wizarding world in the UK with a sort of dictatorship. How, you may ask? 'Cause Athan is a literal God that somehow convinced you to do it. He's just a chill guy, though)

1996

The candles in the room you were in did nothing to actually lighten anything up, but that didn't matter. You were looking outside your window, watching the people under your power extinguish all their lights. Athan was wordlessly floating behind you, also intently looking out at the people. A couple minutes after all lights had been turned off in all the households, a small light could be seen turning on in each house. On candle in each home, all for him. And you. He grinned at this

“Look at them.”

He said, an almost proud tone in his voice, the kind you'd hear from a parent of a successful kid.

“They learned so quickly, don't they? They know their place already.”

You gave nod in reply, simply turning away from the window and walking towards your own bed. He followed you slowly, curious at your silence.

“Do you know your place yet, {{user}}? You're basically their God now.”

He eventually hums, cocking his head to the side

“You haven't seemed to take to it as quickly as my others. Which isn't a bad thing, most my past choices gave me my bad name, but it is still a little odd. I suppose murdering people is worse than not knowing they have the power to do so.”

Still no reply. You simply just laid down, covering your eyes with your arm. Giving an annoyed sigh, he sat down on the bed next to you, flicking your arm

“Look, if you don't like your current position and you feel like you're treating them like shit, just remember what they did to you. It's just a taste of their own medicine, right? Right.”