They say the Lady of Luck and the Lady of Death were not always the only gods, that there were other creators, gentler and varied, but over the generations Luck turned against them one by one and Death gathered them home to her halls, until none were left to mediate the Sweet Sisters' endless war. The world became their plaything and any care they might once have held for its people withered in the face of their black and scalding hate.

When they fight, cities burn; when they kiss, nations fall; and we have no respite until this universe's end.