Jioan

The once powerful embodiment of fire, Jioan fell from grace when Lord Anxcheel split his being into multiple entities, his Will, his Sorrow, and his Vengance.

Without anger or sorrow, and with not the will to do anything, he's left with what? Happiness?

"The fury of Jioan was great and wonderous, even imhibited he is still awe-inspiring."  ~ Eyxelon, Master Archivist
When the Void was in its infancy still, etherium was a mystery to all who used it, and much experimenting was preformed with it. Jioan was one of the few at this time to have a grasp of what etherium was capable of, and how to obtain more. He used the power he had painstakingly worked for to establish himself a permanent place in the Void. With a great show of power and dedication, Jioan ignited his body with an orange and red energy that peeled the metaphysical flesh off those who ventured too close.

With a demonstration of what etherium is capable of, the majority of the Void Dwellers searched for ways to obtain more etherium and manipulate it, while some succeded in that manner, the souls of mortals were discovered within the Aetherum Passage, and the Void will never forget the impact that left.

It was learned that mortals were both comprised of etherium, and can produce it via worship. Jioan, in particular, stoked his flames ever hotter with each mortal tossed into the roaring inferno, he demanded more and more souls to fuel his flames, and his hunger grew his flames hot enough to totally consume entities outright, bolstering his flames with unclean energies, fueling his rampage futher. Fire seeks to expand as far as it possibly can, and when the chaotic side of the Void was nothing but charred energy, the flames seeked to cross the Spindle in to set the orderly beings aflame.

When the inferno arrived at his doorstep, Lord Anxcheel emerged in all his golden splendor, and grabbed Jioan with an icy embrace, and uttered: "I will not tolorate this level of destrucion, once you can reach your power, you deverve it." And went ahead to tear his being apart into three seperate beings, each being becoming an embodiment of what was lost. His Will to do anything, His Sorrow for his actions, and his Vengance towards all those who've wronged him. As suggested by the Great Lords words, those three beings can't even be near the flame embodiment, as even they burn is his pressence; as he doesn't yet deserve his power again.