He doesn’t know the rules, but the universe thinks he wrote them.

Most teenagers have hobbies. This one decided to invent a dark alter-ego called the Apostle of Destruction. It was supposed to be a joke. A bit of fun. A way to deal with the fact that he has zero friends.
The joke stopped being funny when the pink haired girl (with no fashion sense) started calling him "My Lord" and erasing cities in his name. Now, the most powerful beings in existence are terrified of him. They analyze his every move, thinking his clumsiness is "transcendental footwork" and his stuttering is "ancient forbidden chants."

Art and story by me