Alaster Constantine, mediocre racing driver...
he experiments with the dirty matter and fails miserably.
His redeemable essence now ensnared by Hell's malevolent gravity;
all that remains is the avatar that even the Devil must reject.
And so he soldiers on, lost and lonely, daft and demented,
compelled only by the high and mighty farce of Chronophylacter.
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