Of all the realms which existed relative to the Twinkle Frost galaxy, Abyssal was the most treacherous and undesirable. An offspring of the stark nothingness of the void and the gloom of the planet Lapis, it was the place where unholy beasts of horrors unimaginable were imprisoned, damnable prophecies foreseen by tainted fates were forever hidden, and the worste of everything bad were buried. No, not many places as vile and ungodly as Abyssal had ever existed.
After saving the galaxy countless times from the corruption Abyssal brought up, the Celestials had thought it necessary to declare the realm forbidden to all, hosts of the stars and planets alike. All seven gates of the realm were sealed with the seven unbreakable bonds held secret by the seven infinite cores of Twinkle Frost. The days turned into years, and years into centuries, eons passed with Abyssal totally unavailable. The Evils locked up and the keys thrown into the deep crevices of the vast oceans.
Until now.
