You see...The Game Master was born as a regular human like most. But The Game Master always refused to be called something else but The Game Master. It was odd for a child, but it'd make sense. They'd make tons of fun games for the other children, if they won they'd earn some candy or some other trinket like toys or gadgets.

The Game Master soon discovered a deck of cards, they were extraordinarily good with the deck of cards in their hands. They always liked the feeling of shuffling cards. The way the rough edges brushed up against every shuffle, the smooth top and bottom layers of the cards getting moved. It was just breathtaking for The Game Master. It gave them a sense of tranquility, and it controls the temper inside them.

The cards were merely made from the gods and goddesses to one day let their chosen High Demon and Fallen Angel to find and form an alliance....but now The Game Master has the cards...leaving both High Demon and Fallen Angel....lost...chaos would reign again...

The certain connection The Game Master felt when shuffling cards was strong, no matter how many times their hands go cuts or scratches from it they never stopped shuffling, they learned how to enchant the cards, they never knew they had such extraordinary powers until a blue scientist sent them to a containment in a hidden lab...the child awaits for anyone to come by but men and women with white lab coats. Sometimes covered with colors like blood or chemicals, or weapons in hand. It was scary, The Game Master was only five years old at the time...who could blame them for feeling such struggles? It's only a matter of time they realize they have to be the key to contain the biggest threat. Possibly to the whole universe.