— "Another Windward was born into this world? Oh how fantastic. He sure has a more promising future than his older sister and brother.. Now let's see where your story starts and ends."

I went and placed a piece of cloth over my eyes to see where his promising journey would lead him.

In my mind, I see a young boy lost in the woods, covered in dirt and grimes, anxiously looking at the trees... This is where his story ends. It sure was promising at the first glance...

...But if I'm being real to myself, promising a future to a mortal and vouching for them sounds way pleasant to the ears. MY ears, at least.

Before I have set my eyes on this boy, his older brother has a way more entertaining future than his. Although, I cannot really blame a person first being brought into this world for not having an immediate future.

And right after he was born, I changed the course of his older brother's destiny and fate. I wanted him to resent his innocent baby brother for an unknown reason. It was entertaining to see him feel agitated and angry at the sight of his new baby brother.

I then waited for the events to play out. Time in my world moves faster than the mortal realm. No mortal shall ever step in my marbled world unless I wanted them to. Maybe I'm being greedy but who could really punish me when I'm the god? No one. That's who.

Four years into the current line of events, the older brother of the newly born Windward. I'll make his resentment mean something to him. I'll make his whole world dark and gloom.

Using my magic, I altered the fate of the young boy once again. He's now being moved out by his parents to live with his relatives in the capital. At least now it's fair; his parents are going to tell the newly born Windward that his older brother was moved to the capital when he gets much older later in life and then envy him. Oh what an interesting line of events!

It was a good call to make his life miserable at the age of six. At least now he has grasped the idea that no one in this world will favor him, even gods. What a pitiful existence. But then again, I can't blame mortals for being picked on by me. The strong control the weak after all.

I made him spend ten years with his abusive relatives, working in the slave-trading business down in the Black Market of the mortal realm. He's no better than the slaves he's keeping at bay, if I'm being honest with myself.

Now to add spice to our story, I made him kill his relatives in their sleep and freed and coerced the slaves to work for him. He's a brave soul for someone his age...

...Although, this puppet-play is getting boring. I want to see him yell his heart-filled speech to the lower people. Seeing is believing afterall. I take pride in what I do.

In a snap of my finger, the white space summoned a coat rack that held my cloak. Material from the higher plane of existence cannot be seen by the lower plane of existence.

I quickly donned my cloak and jumped down from the door I summoned on the floor of my world. And was promptly placed in the timeframe where the young older brother of the newly born Windward was making his speech about power. Oh who am I kidding, I mustn't make it long—It was Mark. Soon to be Lord Mark.

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I stood in the crowd of slaves. And also because being in my cloak means that I could phase through physical objects from the lower plane of the mortals so at least I could guarantee myself not being bumped on and reveal my existence to those that don't need to know my existence.

— "All of you that I have freed from captivity! You all are no longer slaves! Together, all of you, will work under me to overthrow the current course of power!"

The young Mark clenched his right hand and held it high above the ceiling where a bit of light was escaping. Of course I made the light focus on him. I want him to feel what being in power feels like. I want him to feel what being in the spotlight feels like.

— "Just because you freed us doesn't mean we have to listen to a young boy like YOU! You were nothing but the kid tending to us when your relatives was still alive!"

One of the slaves yelled to him from the crowd. Oh dear, I didn't even anticipate that people of the mortal realm would be this brave in terms of speaking out their feelings.

The young Mark is flustered on his own words as he doesn't have reassurance. I want this course of story to continue and so I did by walking towards him with arms open. I made it so he's the only one who could see me. His eyes widened in shock as his eyes darted from the crowd of slaves to me. He doesn't believe that he's the only one being able to see me.

He was frozen still and paralyzed from the shock of seeing unworldly beauty. I took advantage of this by going behind him and hugging him from behind by placing my arms around his waist and holding my lips close to his cheek and ears.

— "If they want a demonstration of power, then show it to them. You're mine... Remember it well. Now be a good boy and as I say,"

He gulped after I whispered the words to him in a sultry voice. Boys around his age in the mortal realm are so fun to play with. They have no control over their own emotions.

— "Put on a fierce face; walk towards one of them, my dearest."

I whispered my commands and so he did what I told him to whilst keeping my hold on him. Oh I bet this is going to be engraved in his mind forevermore.

— "I'll take it from here, my dearest."

The slaves were confused why he's suddenly mindlessly walking towards them. They were all confused as to why he's suddenly quiet all of the sudden...

...And before they knew better, I guided my arms around his and made him grip one of the slave's faces. His magic output is low but that's good as he doesn't need a Mana Crystal to summon his spells. He doesn't need to say his spells because I made it so.

— "Huh, what are you doing, boy–"

*Splat*

Before he could say anything, I made the slave's head explode into incy-wincy bits of brain matter. Blood was on the young Mark's face. What a wonderful sight. The blood on his face doesn't suit him at all but that's what I like about him.

I wiped some of the blood off his face in a way that it would seem like it dripped out of his face to not make my presence known to the crowd of slaves before giving him a peck in the lips.

I'm forever in this mind. And that's the beauty of it. HahahahaHAHAHAHAAHA!! What a wonderful thought of mine. No one could really rival my way of leading puny mortal lives.

He knew what he was going to do next after I showed him how to demonstrate his newly-found abilities. It was time for me to go. Although, this isn't the last time we'll meet. I'll see my dearest reeeally soon.

In a blink of an eye, I made my way back into my beautiful marbled world.

I took off my cloak and hung it on the coat rack. That's enough messing with his life for now.

I made the two brother's fate uneven; one born lucky and one born to despair. I made them for my entertainment. After all, who could really stop a goddess like me?

Now let's work on his young brother's life. I want him to feel lucky and deserved but neglected at the same time. I want him to suffer and get out of his suffering as quickly as possible. I'll control his life, make him realize what he wants in life at an early age, meet his savior, form bonds with the people around him. I want him to be the opposite to his brother; like black and white.

I'll test him, make him suffer, and be relieved afterwards. He won't notice a thing. He won't notice the loop of events that is now his life. I will make him my source of entertainment. After all, who could really stop me? Call me wicked and whatnot but that changes everything because what can you really do?