The Cursed One Under The Heaven
Born beneath a crimson eclipse, he entered the world laughing at thunder while his mother died in silence. The heavens could not find his thread of fate in the Loom, and so they cursed him: if no destiny could bind him, then madness itself would become his destiny.
Branded with a constellation-shattered mark and feared by all, he grew into a trickster no one could ignore. Villagers spat at his name yet laughed at his pranks. Priests condemned him as blasphemy, but their gods never struck him down. He mocked storms until the clouds parted, called a cracked spoon his god-killer, and stumbled through battles where twenty men fell before his laughter.
Yet behind the grin was loneliness. Banished from festivals, shunned from hearths, he spoke only to the stars—and sometimes, the stars whispered back. In visions, he saw the threads of Heaven unraveling, gods screaming, order itself crumbling. And always, he stood at the center, laughing.
He has no name, no destiny, only an alias whispered in both awe and dread:
The Cursed One Under Heaven.
Neither man nor god, neither bound nor broken, he will walk the line between madness and freedom, trickster and tyrant, laughter and despair.
And when his laughter reaches the heavens themselves, the world will learn what it means for fate to end.
