Long time ago, The Wanderer came to humanity during their darkest time in need, bestowing them the Lux. Everyone was killing each other for power, greed, lust, selfishness, predatory, or other unspeakable things.
A Lux comes down from the heavens passing Curry Billy Kidd, Solar Gunslinger of the Sol Ordo. “Oh, well I be damned, someone is getting resurrected. Lead the way o’ Platinum Wisp of Starlight, maybe he likes watching Starlight War on Moonlight?”
Curry is very bouncy, energetic, and a major goofball. A 6’7 tall man, with a muscular but lean build, long legs, long arms, all corded in defined muscles, scruffy appearance, wild unkempt, long black hair, greenish teal eyes, and a major x shaped scar on the side of his face. He is wearing a white dress shirt underneath, a dark navy blue frock coat, a red tattered neckerchief, pants the same color as his coat, black desperado boots, and a heavily tattered, tan high collared cloak.
He follows the Lux that has twin tails at the back of it, it stops at the site of an old gallows, a person is there still hanging, their body is decomposed and only ragged clothes remain. Curry walks up the steps to plant his hand on their chest trying to imagine the past of this ancestor, but all that comes up is sounds of planetary nuclear obliteration. Curry’s mouth frowns before lightening up in an instant, he jumps down from the high level of the gallows, it is turning dark very fast.
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“Well, have at it, resurrect them, Lux, here I will create some light for you girlie!” Curry sticks out his hand, and by the process of skipping through the fusion stage. A real luminous ball of light, fire, and gas, he creates an actual star completed with all the aspects.
Solar winds, flares, tsunamis, sunspots, and sunspots. It even has the same temperature and mass as its original form, Curry or even the planet isn’t affected by the fact that a miniaturized high mass sun is actually here and affecting stuff. Kidd notes that the old, decayed wood is being incinerated, but the atmosphere is not becoming a planetary veil of fire.
“Uncountable cardinals, absolute infinity, Plato’s World of Forms, string theory, and infinite hyper dimensions all exist in the transfinite amount of universes and multiverses. The Physical Reality is above 26d and exists past the 11 dimension, making life an existential crisis.”
“Goddamnit, Thoth, your words bordering on insanity makes people want to put you in a psych ward. So can they stop repeating in my damn head?”
The Lux resurrects the hanged person as they feel themselves coming back to life. He stares at Curry and noticing he is still hanging, makes his Paracausality flare to life. Burning his hand as he grasps at the rope.
“The fuck was that!” he shouts, clutching his sore throat. It is raspy, hoarse, and deep. As flesh, muscle, and everything begins to return. Curry notices his distinct feature, the appearance of small and medium sized patches of dark vitiligo surrounding haphazardly and randomly around his face.
“Welcome to the Final Frontier, Defender of the Bulwark. You’re going to have so much fun if you lack the platonic concept of self-preservation.” Curry says, smiling enthusiastically.