A god, that can grant anything and change the tides of luck, for the better or for worse.

The type that would make you taller by giving you horrifying large legs.

Sometimes he could grant things correctly.

You asked for luck when dealing with an angry friend, and ended up fine; you asked for prizes at something, and you got that, plus more.

You pray, to your god, the one you worship, just to see him.

And he came, a man covered with red marks and lines, appearing at your call.