I am the only one that can skip and dance across the surface of stars, as I bleed them dry.

My insatiable hunger wanes for a time, as the star novas.

I spy amongst the life inhabiting countless planets.

Appearing to them as a god when the time is right.

Yet many of them stray from the path I have set, or displease me.

So must I extinguish them.

I dance to the song of harvest, and gorge myself. I bath in their blood and sing amongst their screams.

The harvest only stops once the last essence has been devoured, then I leave.

Nothing but a void of life is left upon the planet.

I am the Deceiver, the Laughing god.