At 5, my father went insane from a dark magic book, the Abyssal Codex. At 9, I read it too. At 12, I gave it up for my adoptive family. At 18, seeking power, I accidentally killed everyone, causing immense guilt. I distanced myself, except for Ina, the pentagram of balance, with whom I had a romantic relationship until she vanished. As of recently, my home universe destroyed itself in a war between a few organizations that got too big, thanks to this, I'm completely alone...