Ryan Never really knew his father. He always hated him for abandoning him and his mother at a young age. one day he was in class when he felt strange. He felt some sort of transformation. his father appeared and told him things he wouldn't believe. His mother was killed which started him on a path of unstable anger. His father took him to his home planet. Ryan isn't the only chaotic demon User. there is something lurking however.. and its dying to extract his unstable abilities.

It has been a few months since the death of Akemi. Having her die in his arms left a bad feeling in his soul. Growing up, the two were inseparable and it could even be said that they were made for each other. She was a war general, destined to lead the Army to promising places. He was the prodigal son- his father the prince of purgatory. His mother the empress of The Oni. It seemed like everything lined up for them, but her untimely death. One that he wished he could have stopped. With her death, came his guilt. With that guilt, came the departure of him being with his family, his friends and anyone that made him remember Akemi. He had lost his soulmate and with her, he had lost half of who he was. Having left His home, he ventured out to find himself. The problem with that, is being the prodigal son of two of the most ruthless beings, Their past tends to follow you- Through dimensions, timelines, planets, cities and towns. This, is the beginning of the prodigal son- Hōtō musuko.

Having awoken on an unknown planet, Furemū Hakkō was very limited to his knowledge on how he got there. The first thing many meet in this realm was this unnatural, stinging mist. It swirls around them, spawling out throughout the vastness of this realm... It seems to whisper of a strange sort of power, coaxing them in. This is how most meet with the God-molecule's presence, though none understand exactly what it is. In terms of the strength of this essence... It is why many choke and claw at their throat. It is why they gasp and thirst for kinder air. The pressure, the immensity of it is so great that their endurance swiftly leaves them in it's wake. It would most likely take every drop of their strength, determination and will to walk a straightened line without toppling over. Having awoke, Fū finds himself in a world of turmoil and dangerous methods. It couldn't be? It was his home but... it was destroyed years ago? How was it still... here? This world is brutal, but for now you should be able to handle it's challenges. Najun is also vast and sewn with many secrets, but time stretches out before you to explore all it has to offer. Far beyond, the sweet scents of the most peculiar beings ever encountered. They seem to have taken notice of his presence. The cautious path would be the best one to tread, it seems, because his eyes catch sight of other creatures that dwell in the dark. Woeful things, organisms which slither and keep out of the light. Thin like whisps. Scaled like dragons. He needed to understand how it was still here? Why was the planet in such a hostile State? How long was he gone?

Gabe had always been a drifter. Not fully knowing his father but just small fragments of his story. His mother having told him that he was such like that of a drifter, moving from one side to another and that he had wanted to find a way to get his family to obtain a large sum of money due to seeing them constantly struggling. So he had left his family behind to find and obtain a large bounty. Having left his home world for many reasons; some that even haunt him still- Gabriel became that of a time warden. Time wardens do not exist fully in any timeline but their own as they are used to keep and contain certain monstrous entities from escaping. As told, these entities come in many forms, shapes and sizes. It was funny how he saw mortals and human characteristics. It was not all bad. His heightened self-consciousness, apartness, an ability and inability to join in, physical shame and self-loathing-they are not all bad. Those devils have been his angels. Without them he would never have disappeared into language, literature, the mind, laughter and all the mad intensities that made and unmade him. Whosoever is delighted in solitude, is either a wild beast or a god. Was he a little bit of both? Or something far different. With time wardens, they leave warped doors open to enter and exit timelines to make for certain that they are able to get home safely but what that can also have many consequences? Always being one to do things by himself, he is forced to be with a group that can be a bit rough around the edges. Time is ticking as through each timeline, there are specific items hidden that are going missing- Yet where did they start?