Answer:
Three little letters. A paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
I wear a red robe, with staff in hand, and a stone in my throat.
Surname of the pilot of the Millennium Falcon.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?