Primordial Origins

During the reign of the Ancient Martyrs, a great cataclysm occured, slowly perishing the Martyrs' souls and creations in the vast multiverses with terror and destruction. Perishing their hopes, their dreams, their memories. Perishing all but one.

King Solomon, reduced to a mere subatomic particle, drifted involuntarily through the remnants of what was once known as His plane. He lacked sentience and conciousness, which was rather pitiful compared to his previous omniscient state, yet He persisted. Even if He was the only trace of what had once existed, He would never succumb. It stayed this way for millions, perhaps billions of years before the strange voice of a higher being bespoke Him, "Your soul is tainted. You are no Martyr, just a monster pretending to be one. Thus, One shall subject you to the divine punishment of my wrath, the Preserver of Euthymia."

From that point onwards, King Solomon had been cursed the malediction of immortality upon Him in the form of a canid. He swore vengeance on the Preserver once His feared status had been regained, which He believed could be achieved by unspeakable acts of homicide.