The birth of Fafnir, The bringer of Chaos | Imprisonment of Love
As his darling's corpse began to be rend limb from limb by the terrible curse sent down by the overseers, there was a mighty rage boiling in the dragon's stomach. The unsightly crimson staining her rose fur, coiling around the mane strands and spilling down from the heavenly child to be gifted onto the selfish dirt beneath. For what purpose was her life taken? Why does anyone have to live if they're at the mercy of those that only care for the spectacle.
No... this has surely been cultivated into a Hellish existence, and as such he was going to show them all what that feels like - no more overt control, no more 'order' that shackles you to a fate they have written. It was time for the Chaos of the Wrathful to wash over the Mother Cosmos.
Oroboros shed his form completely, one last time, killing his form that he had grown to hate with each passing rebirth while the energy within him became corrupted by the growing grief and rage. It spewed out from the nostrils and gaping maw of a beast never before seen by the Will of the Cosmos. Fafnir, The Harbinger of Disorder emerged from the cocoon of the primordial dragon's carcass with a roar so great that it shook those crystal bastards out of their entitled tantrum.
An unordained corrupted Primordial stood before them with world-ending intent displayed in his piercing gaze. Fafnir cradled Daria’s remains for a moment before finally deciding to self-destruct, aiming to turn himself into a black hole the size of 10 galaxies combined.
While this was happening, Fae had been frozen in horror. Their perfect and safe delusion had been forcefully shattered by their brother’s untimely rebirth. Suddenly the words they had been unable to parse before rung in their ears as they convulsed from the guilt. Compounded with the sight of Fafnir’s enraged grief, Fae’s spirit appeared to be broken. They tried to understand in this final moment how their brother felt all these millennia and finally the message sunk in. “You’ve been carrying this burden on your own for so long… I’m sorry, dear brother.” Despite this, they could not allow Life to bear the brunt of their Primordial troubles, especially when their dear sister Daria just sacrificed herself to save it and ending it all would make her demise be in vain.
Attempting to help any way they know how, Fae began a spell of their own that would take their brother away from those that hurt him. They separated their soul and body into a juvenile pearl and stardust. The stardust bore instructions for a unique sort of space neatled in-between the fabric of reality as it curled around the mighty harbinger and sliced a pathway into that pocket dimension. Fafnir clawed and thrashed, unable to escape their sibling’s embrace while it dragged him into a desolate prison that, unbeknownst to them, would only serve to amplify his rumination and allow him to stew away in his misery for millennia to come.
