Why, hello there. Do you have a wish you’d like granted? Perhaps you’ll find a coin resting in your hand. It’s me, manifesting as your desire. Shall I give you an example of this? Here’s a little example from ‘A Godling for Your Thoughts?’
“You don’t have to accept this.” Seraphix’s whisper caressed Thomas’s decayed ear, seeping into what was left of him. “You don’t have to accept any of this.”
Ah, but Seraphix sounded like Oleander, the Oleander who should have been! Sweet and gentle, laced with a delicate poison, even as he killed you. Had Oleander ever been real?
“You can make him real.” Seraphix’s words slid into his hand, like a small, metal coin. “You can become everything you wish to be.”