The Legendary King of Athens, a festering wound taken in the labyrinth at Knossos has corrupted this man to become the very beast he once fought.

"A crude and indigested mass, a lifeless lump, unfashioned and unframed, of jarring seeds and justly Chaos named" wrote the once Poetic Ovid, in his poem 'Metamorphoses'. Early signs of an interest in the dark gods that would one day corrupt this man, giving the agent of the dark we see today.

The ancient rhapsode. Once a shining light of order for the mind of man, led astray by whispers in the night, he head in his dreams "Chaos is the nothingness out of which the first objects of existence appeared. These first beings, depicted as children of Chaos alone". Forever hence did his inner thoughts stray, never again to order and the light of day.

The deep tormented abyss withing Hades personified, this restless spirit inhabited the armour of a fallend warrior, to bring more soulds back to the pit.