Prologue

Let me tell you a tale about a young male, who was cast aside and imprisoned with those he hates, his own personal hell bestowed to him by his own family. 

You see this man, Lochaos, (Lo-Key-os) was once an almighty powerful god. Feared by all, worshiped by many. That is till his fellow gods, his grandchildren at that, cast him aside. They feared he would bring the destruction and end of the world and everything as we know it. 

He was a strong and highly followed god with many powers, one of witch being able to camouflage with his surroundings. Thus making it close to impossible to be seen or found. He invoked fear in those around him, and brought chaos and destruction everywhere he went. Thus the cause for the fear his family felt. They're fear of him bringing the end of time only grew. This fear continued to grow until they chose to strip him of his powers and cast him from his throne. 

They banished him to the mortal realm, a hell he was forced to live. Walking alongside the beings that had once brought him joy and amusement. A newfound hatred for his family sparked, as the gods above watched him in fear. Keeping a close eye on him as he was reborn time and time again in an endless ruthless cycle. He swore he would one day return, and claim his revenge reenforcing his rule, reclaiming his throne. 

Will he succeed? Will he get his revenge, bringing the end of the world along with it? Or will he find peace living amongst the mortals? Will he find love? Or will he go mad with the dreaded cycle of being reborn time and time again forced to watch the people hes grown to care about die before him?