Tezcatlipoca

He is the Smoking Mirror, a god whose obsidian reflections reveal only the ugly truths we hide from ourselves. "Who are you when the lights go out?" asks the lord of the night wind, a sorcerer-king who plays with the fates of men like a jaguar playing with a wounded bird. He is omnipresent yet intangible, a deity of pure caprice who can grant a beggar an empire or turn a king into a slave with a single, shadowed breath. He is the patron of the dark magicians and the arbiters of destiny, the one who knows that every choice is a gamble against an invisible opponent. To look into his mirror is to accept that order is a lie and that only change—violent and sudden—is real. He is the master of the "Here and Now."