In Existence, there would always be the rich and the poor, the sad and the happy, and the blessed and the cursed.
THE Fallout made very clear distinctions of which was which.
But as THE Fallout unfolded, there were some beings who had the power to choose for themselves whether they would be cursed or blessed.
In a far, indeterminate corner of Observable Existence burning and twisting under the light of THE Fallout, a humanoid entity floated grandly while waves of multicolored flames and ash passed through everything around him.
This entity was covered with undulating obsidian tendrils of chaos that writhed across his form like living shadows hungry for disorder. His sheer aura alone shockingly kept the flames of The Fallout at bay, creating an invisible field around his existence that the apocalyptic destruction could not penetrate without permission.
And he did grant permission routinely.
