A few millennia in the past, in a distant place, the void of outer space…

A lone wolf with pitch black fur and deep red eyes which shone like red dwarfs looked at his surroundings suspiciously.

His claws dripped with blood, there was no fur on his wrists and ankles where his skin was also reddish in colour.

Large and small cuts littered his body, blood also dripping from them, yet in but a moment it was replaced by smoke, in a matter of seconds his wounds were fully healed but the wolf wasn't pleased with this unexpected blessing.

A frown crept into his face and as he rested his eyes his booming voice sounded in the emptiness of space. “So you’ve come after all…”

Space distorted and two humans walked out, miniscule in comparison to the wolf ahead of them.

He didn't seem surprised by the sudden appearance of the man and woman in front of him, only anger filled his features.

The man was handsome beyond compare, with lush black hair and brilliant green eyes. On top of his otherworldly appearance he also exuded a strong aura of nobility, combined with his glasses and scholarly attire he was the combination of royalty and knowledge.

The woman was also devastatingly beautiful with orange colored air that flowed down to her slim waist, she also carried that same air of arrogance and pride of those coming from nobility but at the same time, and a bit paradoxically, she also seemed kind, compassionate and humble.

Were it anyone else they would probably be dazed by this duo but the massive wolf only had eyes for what they carried on their hands.

Without looking at them in the eye, he broke the silence. “It seems in the end I'm just a weapon to you, something you use whenever you wish and when I'm no longer useful I'm placed back in my sheath where I can’t cut you by accident.”

The man smiled sarcastically. “Cut it with the pity act, you knew this was bound to happen, order must be restored, destruction can't be allowed to run rampant in a civilised world. It has to be restrained.” As he spoke he looked at the iron chains in his hands.

Lifting his gaze from the chains, he locked eyes with the beast in front of him. ”Don't make this harder than it has to be, you know very well that order is the groundwork for progress.”

The wolf scoffed. “Order this, order that, I wouldn’t be surprised if you were some God of Order or something…, maybe that's what you really are in a sense. But I still wonder, would you be so hellbent on maintaining order if the payoff was being eternally shackled?”

“You're just acting like a kid now, you aren't even imprisoned yet you make it sound like it’s some massive ordeal.”

“Having my power taken from me is a massive ordeal, it's like I'm perpetually sluggish, sick, surviving but not living. I wish I could make you try on the chains your kid made for me, just for a few years, perhaps you would regret not pulling out…HAHAHAHA…AH yes that would be funny.”

For the first time since the beginning of the conversation the woman’s expression changed. A slight frown was visible on her face. “Enough, let's get this over with. Fenrir, save us the trouble and submit.”

Fenrir amusedly looked at her. ”Sure, sure, I really don’t have much of a choice anyway, we danced to this tune a few times already. I dare not rob her majesty, the one and only Life-Bearer, of her precious time.”

As he spoke the wolf started glowing brightly and shrinking until where once stood a massive wolf only a man was left.

The wolf turned man was not much to look at, at least compared to the couple across from him, his only remarkable features being his red eyes and unkempt pitch black hair and beard.

In a mere two steps that seemed to bend space the black haired man stood right in front of the couple with his arms stretched out in front of him.

Wasting no time, the woman positioned one of the shackles around his right wrist before exerting some slight pressure on her fingertips.

And in an instant, like a crocodile's jaw, the shackles snapped shut, although the sound wasn’t loud it seemed like no other sound would ever be the same from then onwards.

Three more times was that sound heard by the trio alone, and with each one every living being in the universe felt a fundamental shift.

In what? What changed? No one had an answer.

In one random world, in a not so particular kingdom, a wise philosopher described that feeling which would plague everyone for the rest of their lives.

“Ever since that day something in the world fundamentally changed, or maybe we were the ones who changed…. I want to ignore it, to pretend everything is the same as it was before, yet I find that I’m unable to do so.”

“It seems so small, sometimes I almost forget, yet when I find myself at the cusp of blissful ignorance a memory of the past gnaws at me and pulls me right back in.”

“I see the same feeling in the eyes of my contemporaries, they tell me it feels like losing something dear yet not remembering what was lost, and I resonate with those words more than I thought possible.”

“But in contrast, when looking at my juniors, born after that fateful day, I fail to find it in their eyes, they tell me they don't know what we’re talking about and I can’t help but feel envious. I envy their ignorance of our loss for I miss something I never knew existed and I still don't know if it ever actually did….”