The ever smiling Hecret goes by many titles and has been called many things in the past. A performer and deceiver, a liberator and terrorist, magician and murderer, hero and villain. Upon the tightrope there are two sides of good and evil, and the line he walks separates them so thinly it doesn’t matter to him. However there is another quadrant, that of above and below. The thrill of living life with its challenges upon the precipice, and the fall to the ground that means death. The thin balance of life and death, the challenge of existence, empowers and invigorates his very being. The adoration he receives validates his path as why should you not love one as powerful and gorgeous as him?
There is a certain popularity that Hecret adores and a certain popularity he does not. When the people swoon for him, in his beauty and performances the world is grand. When Emprolis hunts him for slicing the throat of one tiny insignificant high noble who tortured his people, well, it's time to go someplace where the people can love him without interruption. One day Emprolis will understand it was a HUGE misunderstanding.
His circus back home will survive, he is sure. They are no strangers to performance and violence. Hecret is never one to settle anyway. He can start a new circus here in the New World and new glory days will begin with friends and fans.
But also...he knows there is something glorious awaiting for him, either in death or at the end of the universe. A perfect being such as him should be elevated to the highest heights, a place in the cosmos where the stars are born, where the material plane ends and everything is weird and warpy. He wishes to ascend to a place he can dive his being into the pool of reality thus making the universe understand his glorious perfection.