He was known as the tempter of fate, the challenger of destiny, and maybe, most of all, the one person Mistress Luck stayed faithful to. He was Luxord. And he was lucky. But in the end, no matter how many names he'd amassed or how far rumors of his legendary card skills spread, there was no getting around the fact that at the very core of his existence he was just a Nobody.
So while the gamblers gathered and started to discuss those legendary figureheads of the pastime, the other Nobodies would just smirk in the tiniest way and think, to themselves, with no small amount of sarcasm that it was too bad none of those players bothered to bet their hearts and give Luxord a real reason to play-although there had been a few rumors…you could con people out of just about anything these days.
And no matter how many amazing wins he managed to pull off, all clever tactics and empty bluffs, Luxord would still consider his greatest lucky break, his biggest victory not dying. He was still a player in the great game of life. His stakes were high and his cards couldn't be changed (maybe they were even blank), but he'd always liked a challenge. And it wasn't like he had lost yet.
He hadn't lost yet. Not yet.
