Straight outta the multiverse, birthed like any other baby from the 5th dimensional aether, child of Synchron Vitricus, our God of Infinite Choice. There is no difference between fate and free will; bearing this in mind, we set our time sights on Late December of Twenty-Oh-Seven. In the midst of a tearful Echopulco winter a demon made manifest drew its nascent breaths.
Vitricus. Jupiter, Stepfather.
In its wake, many a fearless man would fall victim to the temptress of the Icy Woods, a mere female simulacra of the O. G., the Original God.
After the mighty had fallen, the fallen fought and fell again. Those who were left behind the massacre felt nothing, at least nothing human. They alone bore that weight.