Ok. Don't judge me. It was the first thing I thought of. Prepare for trash

The god of mischief looked down upon his prey he couldn't help but feel the smirk creep about his lips. Who's life was he about to make miserable today? Who could he mess with today? The anticipation ran throughout his body in wave of shivers. He looked throughout his map of people and found one that was blood red. Found one. He thought as he cracked his knuckles and went to work.

Not the best.
And not accurate. He is the god of mischief but the rest was my thing. It's definitely not my best work. But I didn't know what to do. So it's short and unfinished. I could possibly come back to it later.