The Not Alone Ranger

Disastrous it is to desire to be left alone. To simply want my own company, only to acquire a little creature that attaches itself to every moment. I have a job. Drafted into keeping this world setting on precarious foundations, created by idiotic gods, balanced. I am the only Omni-Ranger left, in this universe at least.

Once imprisoned in 1621, I had accepted my sentence and scheduled demise, but Coatlicue had other plans for me. She, the Goddess of governance--among other things--gave me the choice. Either to fall into the realms of the lost, forgotten, tormented and doomed, or assist her with the dirty work of realm interference. Such a difficult choice.

Now, I am traveling in this hellish landscape, my little unwanted beasty close to my side, drafted into Coals beck and call and realizing this accidental foundling has sparked new tension among the multiverse.