Soon after mastering the money game, the Wiz realized that the money game had been easy all along. He could produce whatever amount of money he wanted, as quickly as he wanted. This soon grew tiresome as its novelty wore off. For a very brief time, he learned to amuse himself by producing ever-increasing amounts of money. Soon, he had broken the currency system of the planet, and people started to think that money didn't exist. They were right, of course. It had never existed. It was always just an illusion.
The Wizard began down the traditional path of those who master the art of amassing money. He began to lust after power. He saw himself lusting for power, and saw himself wanting to inflict pain. He saw himself wanting to command armies to move mountains, and saw himself getting punch drunk on power. He pulled back. He knew that he could certainly begin writing, and that he could collapse entire governments until the world was kneeling at his throne. But, he could scarcely see the point in this. While he felt the allure of being feared surging through his veins, by this time, he had learned to steer clear of its undertow. He knew that his happiness would not last if he followed this path. He would just need more and more of it, and the point would come when power served him no more. He chose to shortcut this process and recognize that power didn't serve him to begin with.
Instead of mining the world's gold and harvesting men to gather the spoils of what already was for his pleasure, the Wizard decided to push forward into the newest realm of magic that would always be new. He decided to learn the art of creation, the art that his Father in Heaven had taught him. The art that his ancestors had tasted only briefly, before succumbing to the desires of their lower impulses. Creation was a scary business, because it involved plunging headfirst into the Void. Creation, after all, meant making something from nothing. What did something from nothing look like? Nobody would know until it was done.
Horrible things happen when you lose control. That thought came to him, and it was his evil twin, the old demon who had kissed him with the purest love ever known to any man. He wanted her back. He still hungered for her. He saw this, and he knew that he would create her if he wasn't careful. Then again, maybe that was exactly what he needed to do. Create more pain.
He soon had people following him in large numbers. He hadn't meant for this to happen.
