Spellbinder

He had spent millenium building his art and developing his power. Finding new bodies to hold his soul, his magic. He was ancient magus who had master multiple forms of magic. Especially mind altering spells, illusions an sex magics. Each time he tried to rise to power, each time loosing those who hunted him with a body switch.

Today, he was a young man with dark hair & eyes, pale skin and a great natural power with magic. Not the person you would expect to find to hold powerful magics.

Spellbinder knew that the figures who would stop him in this time was the heroes and possibliy of the villains of this time. And that was alright with him. For he saw potent men who would make great slaves. He saw some of the sexiest women who would make great concubines and bodyguards.

He would just have to figure out where to start. Would he take on the villains or hit the heroes hard first?

He looked for a omen that would decide which course of fate he would take to create his new world empire. The symbols glowed as the morphed into the symbols that would give him the answers that he sought.

It glowed and said...