There is a Pool. A place where all powers originate. A place that can be tapped into if one possesses the proper knowledge. All things that come into the worlds must pass through the Pool on their way out. Few have any memory of it, but those who do often seek to return to it. These are the gods of old, immortal beings with their memories of birth intact, the true measure of what makes one powerful.
The Pool assigns most of us with whatever abilities or traits we wind up possessing. But when someone winds up with power that was not meant for them, they return to the Pool without knowing that they have. And that is where the real problem lies. Transformation is the natural order’s way of adjusting things in accordance with any changes that have been made. But when a man has godhood forced upon him…“He will go insane,” Louis said, surprised by the sound of his own voice.
Fern nodded. “It’s only a matter of time.”
“That stupid son of a bitch.” Louis brushed the hair out of his eyes with his right hand. “What has he done?”
Fern raised an eyebrow. “You mean you don’t know?”
Louis shook his head, not really wanting to hear the rest. He felt responsible. No, he was responsible. Surely there was some way he could have prevented this from happening. His own passivity might have given rise to something truly terrible.
“He’s declared himself God and started demanding total obedience to his ‘divine will.’ It’s been on all the websites and cables shows. The FBI has been looking into his practices to make sure he isn’t abusing
anyone, but what they couldn’t possibly know is that he doesn’t need to abuse anyone.”“But our powers only work if someone is wishing for something.”
Fern smiled in a decidedly humorless manner. “When you’re the Trickster God, you can get people to wish for anything you want.”
As it so happens, I have a story already written. I just need to find the damn thing and polish it up.
