Ozma knows full well that he is anything but a god, barely worthy of being their champion – but he has the kind of magic that only one other person on this planet can use, and he has traveled through many lifetimes to get here, so by most reckonings he could call himself one. Each life he takes for his own consumes him in turn until neither he nor his host knows where one ends and the other begins but one of them is the corpse of a soul, steering the corpse of a man. The path to divinity is a curse, a reminder that he has still failed in his holy task and may never succeed.