At the deepest part of the underworld lies a single cell, a cell so secured with lock upon lock upon lock that it would take days for it to be opened. It would take a thousand keys to open; A thousand hidden, scattered keys across a landscape of many hundreds of leagues. Inside, is a massive iron maiden holding the greatest abomination the world had ever suffered. The entire world and its denizens wept and burned at the mere wake of his existence. The depths of his depravity and his insanity know no bounds, or so the keepers tell themselves. Its contents? A single smiling seraphic figure, smiling without a pained expression, even as dried blood marks the many spikes embedded in his skin, chained at the wrists, at the ankles, at his neck and his waist. Chains wrapping around him, his wings hooked to the edges of the iron deathtrap at its ends. Nothing but redundancy upon redundancy, simply to prevent him from even moving a muscle. The keepers might even hope, that his muscle withers away in that damp dark and cold circle of hell.

Yet, despite all this, he smiles. He smiles above. Knowing not his freedom, nor even himself.

He simply smiles because he can,

…and that is what scares his keepers.