Divine Madness

Chapter 1. Ten thousand years in chains.

Time witnessed the rise of kings and the fall of heroes. Master of life and death. The cruelest of lovers. Only the gods and other Eternals have become immune to his influence.

Every story that is worth telling exists exclusively because of the presence of time. No number can count the number of events that time has witnessed. But there are exceptional cases, events whose importance transcends time, stories destined to be eternal.

However, even these stories have a beginning, a point in time where the singularity originated. As for this story? It all started in an ancient prison buried deep in the world, between fire and ashes, magma and sulfur.

Little red imps squeal and torture newborns; the first circle is their destiny. Six-armed nagas fight and whip each other in eternal chaos in the second circle. Violence, cruelty, and sin only intensify with each circle descended. Increasingly powerful and evil demons can be found on the descent, reigning their little pieces of this hell from which they cannot escape.

Nine circles, nine worlds of pain and agony, all are prisoners, all are sinners, and all suffer their own kind of torture. However, our story starts elsewhere. What we seek is deep, beyond the nine circles, in an unreachable place. A place that once held eight prisoners, a place made by god himself to imprison eight beings of unparalleled power and evil.

There wasn much to say about this prison. It was nothing more than a cavern full of fire and brimstone, no different from the rest of hell. Perhaps the only difference would be the golden chains that filled the cave. Where before there were eight prisoners, now only one remains. The only living being still bound by the golden chains.

The vaguely human silhouette lay on its knees in the magma, seemingly immune to its heat. The being looked at the ground, motionless, powerless. His blood-red hair blocked a view of his face, but the aura of defeat around him was almost palpable.

The limbs and torso of this being had been impaled by the golden chains, keeping it firmly restrained. How many years had passed? The creature could not remember. How much had he struggled to free himself from these chains? Even ripping off limbs hadn worked. How did you end up here? The only thing the creature ever wanted was freedom; his search for it led him here.

This ancient being, whose existence used to be adored by mortals, had been reduced to a prisoner, unable to escape from this cage created by his own father.

The word father was taboo for this entity. The mere mention of him was enough to drive him mad. Shouts of anger filled the cave, the sound of chains being rattled, flesh being torn. But no matter how hard this being struggled, the chains remained in place.

Anger had gotten him nowhere, he knew that, but he couldn help it. Ultimately, his mind had long since lost its sanity; anything was a good excuse to lash out madly.

In the brief moments of his lucidity, purple returned to the eyes of this entity, a beautiful color with a mesmerizing glow that could steal souls. But all that beauty was lost when his mind descended into madness again. Sometimes it was two or three irises of different colors, sharp pupils, or something else; only that beautiful purple kept away until sanity returned.

Like his eyes, the very form of this being seemed to be altered by his state of mind. Scales, skin, exoskeleton, bone, what already existed was deformed; what was not there became present, like an unstable and changing chimera. Only two things remain unchanged: his vague humanoid form and the pair of wings that grow out of this beings back.

Made of hundreds if not thousands of obsidian blades that barely imitated the vague shape of a feather. If it weren for the way they spread from his back like the wings of a bird, one wouldn think of those things as a pair of wings.

Then, lucidity returned, and this being stopped deforming, returning to what was now his original form. If he had remembered how to do it, this being would have smiled ironically. He no longer remembered his original form, the one with which he was conceived; he only remembered that it was beautiful and radiant. ”I used to be a being of light. ” He inadvertently muttered the entity.

The rough voice, full of an ancient and depressing feeling, its owner used to fill the silence that had lasted for thousands of years. This being had forgotten what it looked like and how long it had been here, but he had not forgotten how it was that he was left alone.

In order to survive, this ancient being had fed on the other prisoners. Those evil beings who shared this prison with him were devoured one by one. They tried to resist, to fight the prisoner who went mad, but they never imagined that it would be this entity that would end them.

He had lost divine grace, suffering the hellish corruption of this place, something the other prisoners were immune to. He weakened much faster than the rest of the prisoners, nearly dying in a matter of

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