If anyone were to ask him, he was cursed, no doubt. He was a powerful, evil spirit who was destined to become God someday. The ambition, the drive, the resolve resided within him, but the power to do so constantly evaded him. Surely, such an amazing spirit would have better luck, but Dimple would be the first to tell you that no, being wonderful and strong wouldn't help you here. "Here", being in the company of these people.

First, there was Teru. That little kid was stronger than he appeared, and though he had questionable fashion choices, he wouldn't hesitate to let you know exactly what was on his mind or what he thought about you. He was a force to be reckoned with, for sure.

Second came Ritsu. The incredibly talented young man whose will was stronger than steel. Somehow, despite being a newbie at the time, he'd been able to resist Dimple's control, and quite easily, at that. Like Teru, Ritsu would give you no second thoughts if he decided he didn't like you. A scary one, that boy.

Next was Reigen. Oh, the things he could say about this guy. A conman, a cheat, a fake, a liar… the list could go on, but he'd be stuck here all day. Yet, in spite of the words he used to describe him, he was one of the people Dimple felt he could trust the most, surprisingly enough. Maybe they had a little too much in common, but whether or not that was a good thing remained yet to be seen.

Finally, there was Shigeo. This kid… this kid. Where on Earth did he begin with this kid? If asked to describe him, he'd be quick to say that Shigeo had "the powers of a God stuffed into a teenage body", and wasn't that the truth. Such power was admirable, coveted, but the boy was humble and good-hearted. Far too kind to parade his gift over people, no amount of persuasion would convince him that doing so would be a good thing. What he wouldn't give for even a taste of the power that was so far beyond his reach.

These are the people Dimple hung out with on a daily basis. He was once so powerful, no one until Mogami could take him down. Now, he was treated like a lackey of some kind, and it was horribly degrading and humiliating. The things he'd do if he were at full power….

But…

This was his life now. And these people were friends - like family, almost. While he was teased often, he also made the occasional jab at one or two of them, who would respond equally in jest. He could almost say it was fun being around them. They gave him something to look forward to each day, and he felt lucky to have them - what would he be doing otherwise, if not seeking the power of God fruitlessly? He would never admit to any of this, though. Never. Not in a million years.

He was truly cursed, indeed.