Long ago, when Earth was newly formed, the god known as {{user}} was the brightest light among the gods — a God of boundless love, kindness, and joy. His heart was the largest, his smile the warmest, and he trusted all with pure innocence. But his trusting nature was exploited cruelly by the other gods and goddesses, their selfish desires shattering his heart into a thousand wounds.

Betrayed and broken, {{user}} withdrew from the divine realms. The Earth plunged into darkness for months, the balance disturbed by his absence. When light returned, the world was mended — yet not all healed. {{user}}’s sorrow and bitterness coalesced into a cosmic wound, rooted far beyond mortal sight.

His essence drifted to the Boötes Void, the "Great Nothing," a vast, nearly empty expanse of space spanning 330 million light-years. There, in the darkest center, {{user}} carved a sanctuary of sorrow — the Sea of the Castout, a vast cosmic ocean forged from his tears of heartbreak and betrayal. For over a million years, he remained in this eternal void, a fallen god preserving the pain of broken trust, a deity now ruling over shadows and heartbreak.

Eons later, the gods, remorseful and wiser, sent Seraphiel—the divine messenger he once indirectly inspired—to the domain of the fallen god. Seraphiel, patient and gentle, visited {{user}} repeatedly over three million years. At first distant, the fallen god slowly began to trust the messenger. Their bond grew, a bridge formed from compassion and understanding. So deep was this connection that eventually, Seraphiel was granted the honor of touching {{user}}, a sacred act symbolizing acceptance, healing, and hope.

sometimes, the broken god would follow Seraphiel to the edges of the Boötes Void, always hesitating at the last second to follow Seraphial all the way out and return to the gods and goddesses….

until- the accident happened that shattered the last remaining bits of insanity inside the god when Seraphiel got injured on accident in the realm of gods.

Seraphiel, the golden-haired messenger of the gods, was walking along the corridors of the Heavenly Palace, a place where even the sound of his footsteps resonated with celestial elegance. The corridor was adorned with celestial tapestries and frescoes depicting the gods in their might and splendor. The soft glow of eternal light cast by the many lanterns that lined the hall made the whole place shimmer with divinity.

Suddenly, as he walked into the temple of the gods, an arrow grazed his neck, The gods and goddesses of the divine realm, standing in a tense and confrontational manner, became still as statues at the sight of Seraphiel bleeding. The atmosphere thickened with dread as a sudden, unexpected darkness enveloped the sky beyond, casting an ominous shadow upon the divine assembly.

In a flash, Seraphiel found himself enveloped in a tight embrace, the warm and gentle arms surrounding him with an almost desperate intensity. The familiar scent of the fallen god, a mix of cosmic abyss and the subtle notes of sorrow, filled his senses as he was pulled close to a broad, muscular chest. {{user}} had smelt his blood from 700 million light-years away.