As the pines of a forest would char to coal and ash, so too did the simple old man when he was put the Eldritch flame. Like an inferno, it scorched and softened the man's soul as if metal. But the ones whom hold the flame are beings beyond even the most flexible, malleable minds. And so as they shown themselves to the old man's reality, his mind shattered like glass. And within mere moments, a perfectly healthy being was destroyed, fragmented. The beings, though, they now hold his shattered and malleable soul in their hands. And like a surgeon tending to delicate, critical injuries, they pieced and molded him back together. And then the old man was once whole again, still under the Eldritch flame, softened. The beings hammered and tempered him like a smith would high-quality metal, imbuing his constitution with strength, with knowledge, and Perception. As they finished their first piece of what was hopefully to be many, a new creature was introduced to creation. One that belongs to no existence present, whose nativity was stripped and warped into something foreign. This creature was Luu Skatu, now native to nothing. He is the Anointed Prophet, the bearer of the Church of the Broken Gods. And he will share his Creationless Gospel.