Nothing Great that was ever born in Hell ever remained. Nothing that ever remained in Hell ever became Royalty. HANNYA is Chaos in its most holy form. The growl He formed in the 6th Level, known as Memphis, has echoed across the region as a solemn and undeniable reminder of Human Strength. He shapes the demonic wails of depression, disenfranchisement and rampant disloyalty into booming anthems of a complete rebellion against normality. ​ Young and able, yet broken and seething, He twists the annals of His life around the chemistry of His numerous, diverse influences. He makes the dark afraid of itself. He makes Us believe that the dark is powerless against Us. - Nez