In this galaxy there are many things mortals such as yourself cannot comprehend, the motives of gods, the meaning of life, what truly makes a mortal's soul valuable. Humans, in particular, are very special to most beings that reside outside of the multiverse, some watch over them and give them visions of a future after death while others seek to torment them with evil omens and curses as well as an eternity of pain for the wicked.
Others seek to only mess around with them, simple jests really, and one such god is simply known as the merchant. This demigod has traveled to almost every point in space and time. One of his more… quirky hobbies was to steal objects from alternate universes and sell them to humans at large gatherings known as “Conventions”. He even took a certain fondness to sending humans to the several universes of the pony land 'Equestria'.
After the resounding success of his work the other creator gods cheered for him and his wondrous idea. They laughed at the humans' misfortune and even started creating scenarios similar to it for their own bit of fun. The Merchant was so ecstatic to be recognized for his brilliant work that he decided to expand his enterprise. Soon he recruited some of the brightest and sneakiest thieves in the entirety of the multiverse. He turned them into enhanced mortals with a fraction of his divine power, and he made them his merchant workforce to carry out his work twice as fast. This seemed all well and good, but soon all of his success turned on him.
After many centuries of his business doing well everything seemed to have turned on a dime. Soon the other gods began to lose interest in his work and stopped following suit. He felt heartbroken at their sudden disapproval and desperately tried to change himself and his work to stay relevant, however, this was ultimately a fruitless endeavor. All of the other creator gods who had once looked upon his work and laughed full of joy now ridiculed and chastised him and any others who carried on his work. Soon there were only a select few who enjoyed his work, and luckily that kept him from forsaking his entire life’s purpose.
As more time passed his Merchant workforce had dwindled so far down that there were only a few hundred left. He nearly grew mad with anger and sadness at having his once proud idea be reduced to something that was so hated among the creator community. Soon he gave up on traveling himself altogether and resigned to watch the exploits of his merchants and their mediocre work.
His tale ended sadly but there was still a hope to reignite the flame of his work. He began to realize that if he were to find a mischievous human that the tales had been based on all along that maybe there might be a chance. “Yes!” He exclaimed as he concocted a plan so daring that the other gods would have to notice him once more, just like his glory days.
If he were to make a story based on a merchant instead of a client, then maybe, just maybe there was a chance to be noticed.
He said to himself with a devilish smile while looking at the earth. “Who shall I pick?”
This Merchant’s story was done but soon another would start.