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 Wood...