He felt like skipping.
Because Oz was happy, what was there not to be happy about in a world full of silly humans. Thousands of pawns surrounded him, waiting for him to give them direction and a new purpose in the otherwise meaningless lives. He was there shadowed king, the martyr that they needed to worship.
Tristella would have to take a step down because Oz would become their god.
It had been another fun day of 'letís see how many lives I can ruin today' and after all that fun he didn't think his day could get any better but it did. He was currently on his way to meet a client. A new one at that, someone who had never before sought out the brilliance that he was. An informantís job was only complete when a new human sought out for information.
What would it be this time!
A Husband looking for the man his wife was sleeping with? A father trying to find where his rebellious child went to in the middle of the night. It could even be a business owner trying to find something on his rival. Although not all of his clients were always sunshine and rainbows. He had gotten requests from some very scrupulous characters which included information to help a stalker with his prey or even the daily routine of a marked individual.
Turning a corner Oz came open the deserted ally where his client was waiting, it was still light out so whatever information they were looking for it probably was harmless but who knew. With a friendly smile he spoke with a hyper tone, "Evening, you can call me Oz. Now how may I be of service to you?"