Always flash your simile, child. One day, that Cheshire grin will take you to the top.
Even when the demons attacked, you grinned. As the world fell apart and people panicked, you stood there smiling. No matter how bad things seemed, you were always a source of smirks and quick, funny jabs. They all saw you as a leader because of it.
Really, it was the best method of deceiving them.
All the grins and smiles were true, of course. You simply couldn't help yourself as you began to take control of them. Funny how quickly you became the mask of comedy while everyone else bore resemblance to tragedy's dower looks when they all had put the stress on you. You took advantage of the opportunities presented either way, and they gave you credit for it all.
Eventually, the boy leader of JP saw your potential. He thought he could control you so he made an offer. You simply flashed that Cheshire grin and took it. He would regret the day that he gave you power, and you would make certain that it was enjoyable to watch.
The ladies of the group all had some attraction to you. You cultivated those feelings into obsession and obedient servitude to you and you alone. Even Makoto betrayed her employer in the end and defected to you. All the way through, they hoped that you would flash that smile their way as an sign of approval.
The guys followed you just as easily. Ronaldo and Yamato may have been charismatic to a degree, but you were simply awe-inspiring with all your accomplishments. Soon, all the players followed you and formed a grinning fool's army.
The god followed along with the plan that you had subtly suggested to Yamato. You smiled, glad that it wouldn't make an attempt against your power. Soon, the time would be right and you could smile away as the pretenders to the throne fell.
Yamato's dream was your best chance among the pretenders. A world of self-worth would see you as the strongest when you made your move and support your coup. Now, as the world began to rebuild and Yamato's position was still uncertain, you struck like a cat pouncing on a helpless mouse. All your officers followed you and they took apart the boy leader's power base. Soon, he knelt before you on your throne and begged for mercy. You gave him the cruelest mercy possible making him subordinate to you, the perpetually happy hero who had created and destroyed his kingdom.
You did all this with a smile. As you sat on your throne uncontested while women lusted after you and men swore fealty to your crown, you wore a madman's grin. You had tricked them all and even when it was revealed you had done so, they had followed because you were all they had left at that point.
Most smile out of joy. Now you're a special case. You do it out of aggression, of prideful power. You are human in form, yet so like a demon at the same time. No one understood who you were or how you had accomplished your deeds. It's simple in the end, you always just flashed your Cheshire grin because you knew it would take you to the top.