The amassment known only as ‘Legion’ began firstly as nix individuals withholding diminutive consciousness within the Prime Material plane. Nefarious and perverted deeds bound the astral and ethereal essence of these miscellaneous beings to the Perpetual Chasm whose depth must not be yielded by mortal sight and whose grim clutches are near inexorable within sanguine infinitude. A select few souls viciously tormented for endlessly stratum millennia belatedly grasped the serrated edge of reality where the mundane transcends its terrific constitution and which carves at the rancid flesh of the relentless damned. The putrid vitae of the mutilated which was pitch as the Throne of Death forthwith alloyed and all remnants of shattered sanity was discarded yet a horrifying, potent cognizance was fashioned from the forging of many decrepit minds into one. The very Will of the universe waned as space and time heedlessly and violently warped to construct a crucible in which an incandescent maelstrom of infinite, unfathomable chromatics blistered corporeality and beyond. Before long, the vexed tempest diffused yielding a humanoid figure— without regard of how distant from human this creature had now been—clandestine in a womb of writhing tendrils of blackness, hinting at the abominable conclusion of sentience.