"Coyote"
@foolsGold
Gold-Masked Devil. Deal Maker, Problem Solver. Bound to a random Earth, separated from Paradise.
[this one] has found root cause for this world's problems, at last. A game of gods, played by mortals seeking the power of a demiurge. Tham achieved tham goals, a universe born from nothing. Tham then came back, reversed damage done to this world with many catches. Unstable. This was not meant to be. World less than stable. Tears. Things slip through that shouldn't.
man, that's not the usual wa7 the game fu(ks things up
Something new gods did. Further digging informs [this one] of a phrase and concept. "Sloppy retcon". Collapse of multiple outcomes and timelines. Ripping and tearing, overlaying and overwriting. Tham meddled until tham got "perfect outcome". Surface level, yes. Peel back dermal layer, see the issues of the structure beneath.
One foolish god resides on platform. Plays humble game. Acts as entertainer when tha is anything but. Tha is foolish whoredaughter, Mar--- Cooper. Shattered tha be, Tha Who Walks 1000 Lives
that's godtiers for 7ou. all that power to huge (hanges, no understanding of the (onsequen(es of them.
[this one] has been busy. Biker gang has been on break. [this one] hunts still. More careless anomaly created by careless pretend gods. Things slip through. Things need to be slain.
The human who was bestowed purpose of hunter missing. [this one] has to pick up slack
[this one] once again offers services, power, boons. [this one] seeks nothing in return. Soul trade is so gouache.
FOOLISH entities played god and left this world off-kilter. Recent thing. [this one] has been here since before mankind. It has not been this way. Tham walk like perceivers. [this one] is cleaning after their mess. [this one] hopes tham love tham new universe.
Another tear. [this one] poked head inside. [this one] sees world of checkers. [this one] feels portent of bad energy. [this one] sealed the tear.
Perceivers put so much worry into who they love and identify. Though, [this one] supposes with such short lives, it makes sense. [this one] is beyond identity and preference. [this one] can shape [this one] into whatever form [this one] desires. Currently. obscuring details, easier this way.
Ahem. Apologies. Ball-head makes [this one] weary. He has [this one] speaking the old tongue.
Rogue entities watchen on [this one]. Tha do not know what tha look at. Avertly looken. Whoreson ballskull... (<Automatic Translation: Why look at me you do not know what you gaze at. Look away, Ball-head.>)
This is why [this one] has had to adapt to mortal languages. Universal Metaconstant does not work on these damn things. Would also show up like the corrupted text
[this one] is still learning this platform. Please be patient with [this one]
This one has names. Three names. Mastema Isiah Tezcatlipoca. Power behind these names. One could shave one off, become an Ebon Devil. But I do not seek such power. Gold is third. The only real rank above is Ebon, second to the devil Himself. Only Himself can be Himself. Pitiful life, ruler of those burning the hot black flame. Despite this power, he remains trapped in an iron maiden, guarded by a council of Ebon preventing his escape. But. This matters not. Council banished this one to this Earth from Heaven. Humans have given me another moniker, though it cannot be a True Name, they did not bind me. But this one likes it. This one is known as Coyote as well. This one has an affinity for the beasts.
This one has been caught before on human film. The humans this one travels with make it running gag on how they've met them. Stuck in the headlights in their motorcycles, a member of the gang hit this one. This one did more damage to the vehicle. They think it's fun. This one agrees, to an extent. This one is an honorary member, enjoying time at a slower pace for a while. Humans wither fast, but for now, this one tries to enjoy this pace. ((Art done by lindwyrm on bluesky!)) https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/0a1fadb2ec00.png
One has made themselves known. There was a crack in space. From outside, one could reach, and one could procure a device that chitters and chatters. This one is now on a device that connects beyond the backwater disconnected Earth. One believes they can do more with this crack in space. One's language has been simplified for convenience. May slip into more human vernacular in time, as pitiful as it is. Greetings, this one would say.