From the dark and unforgiving circles of the cosmos, comes the devils that tempt, kill and torture the mortal souls. Amongst the hordes is a demon called Haelith, Vesaulth. The bringer of fear.
He has been working with the warlocks from Markandor, to make a more permanent stay for him on the mortal realm. Since the souls of the weak is more worth to him than the tainted marks of the demons.
The more pain that he can place upon his targets, increases his pleasure and allows him to draw more from the evil planes.
A tricky deal
He gave a warlock, a high-power warlock the amulet that can bind them together. If either the warlock or Kaelith dies, the other one also passes away. Since both are very powerful, it seemed like the perfect deal.
The horrible part was, that the amulet became the target of a rogue. He gained possession of it, thinking of it little more than a intricate necklace. Sold it to a second-hand salesman, who had it for years. In that time Kaelith waited in anger, waiting for the warlock to open the portal with the new artifact.
The frustration and hate grew more and more. In that time, a young woman saw an amulet that passed through multiple hands and thought it might make her look like a stronger warlock. She was very unskilled, but knew how to activate the warlock.
She took it home, trying the new awesome amulet out with a new leather coat. Expecting some simple protection spell, or maybe a soul shard, she suddenly felt the heat of hell open up in a portal in front of her. Dark ominous shadows formed around a horrible angry demon, slowly stepping towards her with murderous intent.
Deal?
He leap at her, expecting his first mortal snack to be a delight. She immediately cowered, forgetting all her training and expecting demonic claws to tear her soft flesh open.
The demon was less than an inch from her face, fully exploded in his ultimate form, with foul slime dripping across her clean cloak and silk top. “What is that around your neck?”, he growled at her, “Why do you have it?”
She felt tear sliding across her cheeks, her body still trembling, she turn around on her back to face the evil being. His claws and mouth still inches from her, he slowly started subsiding into his more passive form. “That belongs to someone else, the pact that amulet invokes is not to be taken lightly, girl.”
“What do you mean, what does this empower me with?”, she asked optimistically. If ever a demon showed horror and concern, this was the day a mortal saw the expression. “Our fates have been intertwined, girl. If I die, you die as well. If you cease to exist, so do I”, he explained with a worried concern.
“You need to become stronger quick, I can’t risk a weakling like you, being the end of my great name.”, he proclaimed as he rose up. Pointing at her, he commanded. “I will open your eyes to real power, or imprison you in the depths of my hell.” She almost started crying again, before she strengthened her resolve, “…Can we try the first option please mister”.
- First Name: Kaelith
- Last Name: Vesaulth
- Race type: Demon
- Class type: Ranger
- Personality: Calculated, Cold, Logical
- Gender: Male
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- Powers / Abilities:
Fear aura – Dread and the fear of death tries to climb into the mind of those he wants to affect. The will either flee, refuse to attack or cower before him.
Step of dread – When Kaelith walks towards his enemy affected by his Fear aura, they would struggle to keep their own sense of self. He can find the weakest afflicted and teleport through its body. It is a gory mess, as the body will be destroyed as guts and blood explodes everywhere, as Kaelith teleport to where the victim stood.
Demonic strength – The foul power in his body, makes him extremely strong. This also allows him to wear the heavier than normal set of armour, that contains his true self.
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