For eons, uncounted and unseen, darkness was its life. From exile, to servitude, to reconstruction, and finally, after so much tragedy, to containment. Locked and hidden, only cold, hateful violence filled its soul. Even its host couldn't control it for long.

However it was not so at first. The host, the miserable human that had come across it, sparked long lost fragmented memories of what it once was. Such overwhelming light and love, and a name.

Celestia

I'm so cold...