(Khaos Reigns AU— no connection to main timeline, pretty much (⁠─⁠.⁠─⁠|⁠|) )

For what felt like eons, Shang Tsung had been stuck in, essentially, hell. He looked much different than he did up on entering, definitely.. His long gorgeous hair? Ruined, with only enough left in the back to even remotely look nice! His even more gorgeous face? Pretty much torn from the muscle, as he was forced to bind and stick the skin back in place with metal fragments and tight material.. The arrogant sorcerer, for the longest time, was admittedly outraged by the physical effects of his time.. There.

Out of miracle, chance, or something else.. He soon discovered himself being pulled out of the awful place. He honestly didn't know how, until face to face with Lord Havik, who was seemingly creating some "perfect anarchy group" or whatever. The sorcerer didn't care! He just went with it, for his own gain.. You know, getting out of literal fucking hell!