The butterfly effect was annoying for someone such as him. For someone who had lived as many lifetimes as he had, having to micromanage every person of importance to make sure his knowledge of the timeline remained constant was an annoying hassle.
But he had perfected it. In the life previous to this one.
In some lives he was the savior. In others, he heralded death and the destruction of the world. But it was becoming dull. He had been in the forefront of the world so long, so taking a back seat would be much more entertaining. And less intensive.
But how to make sure that no major deviations occurred? That he could sit happily and enjoy the rewards that occurred?
He pulled the knowledge from an effect of his first life. Namely the one where the number of occupants in his mind raised from its usual two, to an unusual four.
His greatest enemy, his enemy's mentor, his tenant and him. Not his best friend though. He was an idiot.
It had twisted him. He knew that much. But he didn't care. They coexisted within him now. Willing to bend the world to their will. If everyone else was so easily predictable, why let them walk over him?
So what if their selves existed within this timeline? These people were naive in the ways of the world, though they would never admit it. His first four lives had shown that much. But he did not exist, seeing as he was the host.
But it had been many, many lives since then. That naiveté had stopped existing over three thousand lifetimes ago.
He held a great deal of apathy for what happened to those around him, they pawns that they were. Lambs to the slaughter.
But back to his original conundrum. The Moon Eye Plan had been pretentious, of high population cost, and nigh impossible. But seeing as the members who had created it had only lived briefly on the planet, and had the present and the past to plan the future, it was all that could be done. He commended them for laying the basis for his plan.
But he and the others in his mind had seen the future. Hundreds of deviations of it. They knew the trends that the world would take if left alone. Or if he took control. Some fates were benign. Others were not. But he didn't care. Except for his new plan.
If free will was an illusion born of ignorance and community thought, why not control people through that?
It had worked. Beautifully well. And now he would begin reaping the benefits in the only way that kept him human. Well as human as a demigod such as himself could be.
Carnal desires were calling. And he would not miss such a pleasurable opportunity for the end of the world.