Somewhere within Orion's native Chaos Heaven, where all Heavenly clans resided and all the most powerful forces of chaos dwelled, deep within an abyssal trench, a world of utter darkness and nothingness, a strange scene occurred.
In this abyssal trench, within a prison, guarded by multiple ancient beings that held unfathomable strength and wisdom, in a cold cell, a young man lay completely bound by a near endless amount of chains.
His body was entirely covered in restrictive divine runes, his body completely bound as his soul was wrapped in golden chains that slowly but surely ground his mind and sanity away.
His bodily figure constantly shifted and morphed, as if he couldn't decided who he truly wanted to be.
Sometimes he was an old man with an aura that contained the vicissitudes of time, another he was a mere crying infant while another he'd be a young lady.
