In an unknown corner of the universe, there existed a plane where only certain beings can step into. That place wasn't bound by time or reality. It existed, and it didn't. It was beyond those of normal constitution to even think about such a place forget about looking at it or even finding it.
It was a place where the Fallen Gods were sent to as prisoners of war since they can't exactly be killed or destroyed. It was a place where the fallen Gods' powers were sucked out of their unlimited life force, making them weaker than insects, and turning them into something that lives on the mercy of the 'guards' of that prison.
To live as a mere lower being despite being a higher one. That was the judgment delivered to them when the Creator of Existence asked for mercy from the scariest being of the Universe, Aether Rodriguez, instead of killing them once and for all.
