Character(s) Wish's Meteorites

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Welcome to my humble thread where I will be storing all of my cosmic creations that are currently Earth-Dwelling.
Please note that all creations placed here are already apart of a roleplay!

Current Status: ✨I Think I Have Everyone That's Notable! Now just.. Backgrounds to go! ✨

IMPORTANT NOTE: If you are one of my partners I highly advice against opening any spoiler labeled redacted. They will contain information not yet revealed within the roleplay itself!
 
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Anastasia Barnes - Primary Character

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Nick Name: Crow
Age: 26
Height: 5'11
Weight: 148lbs
Hair: Ebony Black
Eyes: Emerald Green
Contestant Number: #66
Favorite Season: Winter
Likes: Snakes, Sharp Objects, Heels, Rain
Dislikes: People without humor, Losing, Mirrors
Preferred Weapon: When her feathers aren't available she prefers a pistol
Power: Increased precision/aim. Increased Speed/Agility. Retractable metallic wings. The feathers are detachable and sharp like knives. Wings can be used as a shield for limited amount of time. If in a prolonged fight her eyes will slowly start to change from green to red
Power Weakness: She has a limited amount of feathers that are detachable (about 20-25), The longer she has her wings out the increasingly brittle her feathers become, if she does not retrieve her feathers and place them back it takes 1-2 days for them to regenerate. If used as a shield the more damage her wings sustain the more brittle her feathers become, if the damage is bad enough detachable feathers will start to shatter on their own.
Rank: Second in command of the Onyx Dragon/Melei's pet
Overload Power: If Ana is pushed beyond her mental/physical capabilities and receives no form of help at this time she will go into "overload". During this time Ana's eyes will turn blood red and she will have increased strength/reflexes/speed/healing. On top of this all detachable feathers will regenerate rapidly after being thrown and patches of her feathers will sprout throughout her body.
Overload Weakness: Due to the extended period of time that Ana's body will be going into overdrive she will lose consciousness quickly once the power has worn off. During this time of unconsciousness Ana's body will have extremely reduced healing (any wounds that didn't heal will bleed excessively, broken bones will need to be reset manually later, any poisons can not be fought off). After a small period of time, especially if she is critically wounded, there is a high chance her heart will stop due to prolonged stress and adrenalin. She will also have no recollection of the events taking place during the period of overdrive.
Anastasia was born to Rosalyn and Martin Hale. When she was four her mother gave birth to her only sibling Braydon Hale. Her mother was a stay at home mother, having quit her job after Braydon was born, and her father was a renowned geneticist. Anastasia grew up knowing love and kindness from both of her parents and her brother - all was good in her life. Though her father, for as caring as he was, was absent a lot and sometimes was a bit strange but he always tried to make up for that by doing family activities on his free days. Her picturesque childhood was abruptly shattered one day when a man with supernatural powers cornered and attempted to kill her mother, brother, and herself. Luckily Martin was able to save them before that fate befell them - but he turned out be just as monstrous as the man who tried to take their lives. After the incident Rosalyn wanted to divorce Martin and leave with Braydon and Ana but that through Martin into a panicked frenzy. Her mother and father commonly argued for weeks after, ending up with her father locking himself in the basement and her mother confining herself to the living room. One day Martin dragged Ana and Braydon down to the basement of their home where he started to experiment on the both of them. It took only a day or two for her father to let Braydon go back upstairs, proclaiming "he wasn't attuned" but for some reason Ana was. Months passed with poor Ana being confined to the basement and only rarely able to see her mother and brother. Martin had gone mad - becoming obsessive and controlling so Rosalyn couldn't call the authorities as he tortured his daughter through experimentation. At some point, while Martin was away, Ana couldn't take being confined anymore and unknown to her a pair of razor sharp ink black wings sprouted from her back and allowed her to escape. She ran for her mother and begged to leave which Rosalyn swiftly obliged. Before Rosalyn could do anything further than put in a phone call, Martin returned home. Ana was hidden away in the kitchen cupboard when Martin started to confront Rosalyn and from there it escalated quickly - ending in him murdering Rosalyn and Braydon. While her father was distracted by the aftermath of what he'd done, Anastasia bolted from the cupboard and fled from her home - running into the arms of police officers.
After going through weeks of therapy in a mental hospital, Anastasia was eventually officially put into the adoption system. Luckily for her it didn't take more than a few weeks for her new parents to come and find her: Greta and Ryan Barnes. Her life with them was much like the beginning of her life with her biological parents, sweet and seemingly perfect. They were really great parents, loving and dotting, but Ana found she couldn't bring herself to quite care. Ever since the day she watched her mother and brother die at the hands of her father there was a void she couldn't seem to fill. No matter how much she cried or screamed or inflicted self harm it never went away. Then she ran into a bird that was dying on the road - something in her told her to kill and so she did and she found that killing the small animal soothed the overwhelming ache within her. So she continued to do so, keeping a look out for any wounded or dying animals so she could patch up the pain for a little while. Her parents, knowing her past, caught on to her oddities and became extremely concerned so they started having her meet with a psychologist. Ana already knew how to lie to them and so she did, and she was declared as mentally sane. She learned how to manage to survive her own mind as the years went on - inflicting pain on other things as discretely as she could. Not long after she turned sixteen she witnessed her adoptive parents in a fight which was extremely odd for the normally bubbly couple. It brought back all of her trauma like a freight train so when her adoptive father loomed just a little too close to her adoptive mother all Ana could do was surrender to her instincts. She didn't remember anything about how she killed them as she kneeled in the pool of their combined blood and knife-like feathers protruded from their bodies. Having killed the only other people who cared about her she fled from the house. The next too years of Ana's life she spent battling starvation and dealing with homelessness.
Two years of suffering made Ana desperate for some kind of reprieve. So when a strange man approached her one day while she laid in the back alleys of an unknown city and offered her room and board in exchange for labor she quickly accepted. While Ana had expected to end up selling her body in one way or another she ended up selling her own sociopathic tendencies. The man wanted her kill specific people, she could even pick out her own contracts when she was more experienced. That moment had changed her life forever not for better or for worse, but simply changed it. Ana quickly found she was quite good at assassinating people with the monstrosity of a gift her father had given and with that she quickly built a name for herself. Though as the years went on, Ana found that killing people soothed her pain less and less at times it made it even worse. She took less and less contracts so the once infamous assassin Crow suddenly became a ghost. Ana no longer knew how to live with herself as it always felt like she drowning. She wanted to die, but she found she was too much of a coward to do it herself. So she did the next best thing that would get her killed - sign up for an impossible contract which happened to be for Melei Valentine's death. The contract was known as a suicide contract for no matter who took it no one completed it but it never got taken down, so Ana took it hoping this would end her eternal suffering. It did, but not in the way she thought. Upon breaking in and threatening Melei's life the leader of the Onyx Dragon's smiled kindly at her and took her under her wing - for the first time since she'd been born she felt happy and safe. Life as a member of the Onyx Dragon's was nice, even if it was demanding work wise, yet Ana found herself quickly climbing up the ladder until she was deemed second in command. Everything seemed blissful until she heard the news that Martin Hale had been let out of prison, not escaped or broken out he'd been let out, but the reason was not being disclosed. Now that her tormentor was out walking the streets she had one objective that she obsessed over like a mantra: to make him suffer even more than her.
 
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Melei Valentine - Secondary Character

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Nickname: Enchantress
Age: 27
Height: 5'8

Weight: 131lbs
Hair: Honey Blonde
Eyes: Glowing vibrant pink
Contestant Number: #68
Favorite Season: Spring
Likes: Loyalty, Fashion Design, Torture, Silk
Dislikes: Deceitfulness, Tea, Flowers, The Colour White
Preferred Weapon: Melei is proficient with many different kinds of weapons and commonly rotates between them. Currently she is using duel spring-loaded knives
Rank: Primary Leader of Onyx Dragons
Powers: Mental manipulation/Mind Linking. When around others Melei is able to tap into the natural electrical brain signals of those around her to get a general location of her target, their current emotion, and can influence her target's emotions. Upon making direct eye contact she can cause paralysis if she is able to break into the person's mind (If broken through her target's eyes will turn pink like hers) she can also make her target feel immense amounts of pain or pleasure - while forcing someone to feel pain she can also force them to "re-watch" their most traumatic memories (Note: Melei can not see the memories nor does she witness them but she does feel the intense feelings that are caused by the memory.).
Power Weakness: Due to her powers making her feel others emotions intensely, Melei has a very reduced perception of emotions within herself. Forced pain/pleasure can only be accomplished when she has direct eye contact, including any kind of glass barrier. When forcing someone to feel pain she experiences a portion of it as well. Mind link is generally fine unless Melei links with more than 3 people all at one time which causes her to have an extreme headache and often causes her nose or ears to bleed.
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Martin Hale - Support/Secondary Character

Note: Due to his abilities Martin's appearance is much younger than he actually is. His age lines are much less defined and closer to that of a person in their early thirties.
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Nickname: Rogue
Age: 52
Height: 6'5
Weight: 204lbs
Hair: Silver-White
Eyes: Serpent Green
Favorite Season: Fall
Likes: Scientific Discoveries, Classical Music, Athletic Activities
Dislikes: Surprises, People getting in his way, Mangos
Preferred Weapon: His blades
Power: Martin can summon a single blade the length of his forearm on each arm at will. Extremely increased range of regeneration and highly increased strength/speed.

Power Weakness: Whenever Martin is in a fight he starts to build up bloodlust (denoted by his eyes turning red). The more bloodlust that builds up the more blood he needs to consume in order to satiate it. He can take blood all at once or small bits occasionally to keep it under control. However if he neglects this part of him he will hit the point of no return and fall into a frenzy. During this time he thinks of nothing but killing to satiate his need for blood. If during this period he doesn't fulfil that need he will suffer severe consequences.
Rank: Uninitiated Member of The Monarchs
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Damien Valentine - Support Character

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Nickname: Phantom.
Age: 24
Height: 6'8
Weight: 223lbs
Hair: Onyx Black
Eyes: Coal Black w/ Cobalt Blue
Contestant Number: #103
Favorite Season: Spring
Likes: Being Helpful, Fireworks, Killing for Sport/Leisure, Giving Hugs
Dislikes: Small Enclosed Spaces, Being Separated From Melei for Long Periods, Flowery Scents, Tea
Preferred Weapon: Doesn't tend to use weapons.
Rank: Secondary leader of the Onyx Dragons
Powers: He has black dragon wings that he can use at anytime. His skin is like chainmail in strength, very little can actually penetrate it in order to splice through his skin. He has the ability to charge up light shots that he can use as projectiles. At night, when he's flying, he is completely invisible to the naked eye due to his camouflage. When needed he can make his finger nails turn into fully fledged bone claws. Night vision.
Powers Weaknesses: Due to his very dark wings/tail/scale patches he is very easy to spot during the day time. The shots he can charge are in limited supply (only about 12-15) and take ten seconds to charge. He can be severely weakened by anything containing the Black Lotus flower. During the day he has to wear eye protection of some sort other wise he goes temporarily blind.
 
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Rowan Greene - Support Character

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Nickname: Shade
Age: 31
Height: 5'10
Weight: 134lbs
Hair: Chocolate Brown
Eyes: Walnut Brown
Contestant Number: #106
Favorite Season: Summer
Likes: Reading, Helping Melei with Clan Work, Bath Bombs, Coffee
Dislikes: Silence, Excessive Emotions, Rye Bread
Preferred Weapon: Titanium Expandable Baton - Upon Button Press The Baton Splits Into Two chain-linked Kama's
Rank: 2nd in command of the Onyx Dragon
Powers: She has 4 semi-sentient shadows that she can control (while in control she can see, hear and feel the surroundings of each shadow). Instead of interacting with a person's real body, when her shadows do anything they interact with the persons shadow itself. When she stops commanding her shadows they stay in the same position or action she left them in. Shadow walking - ability to teleport between shadows - at night she can teleport almost anywhere not directly under moonlight.
Power Weaknesses: When controlling her shadows she losses control of portions of her body depending on which shadow she is controlling. (Left, Middle-Left, Middle-Right, Right). Her shadows can not directly kill people. Shadow walking can only be achieved if the shadows are large enough to cover her whole body in her first location and her target location. Day time limits the locations she can teleport due to the decline of shadows. After teleporting she experiences exhaustion, how severe the exhaustion hits is dependent on how far she teleports.
 
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Riley Reed - Primary Character

Age: 25
Profession: Ex-Deputy, now a Demon Huntress
Height: 5ft 10in
Weight: 154lbs
Weapons: One blessed pistol made of silver and one normal revolver
Hair Colour: Rust Red
Eye Colour: Ocean Blue
Favorite Season: Spring
Likes: Camp Fires, Target Practice, Freshly Baked Bread
Dislikes: Pushy People, Large Crowds, Being Alone
Notable markings: 3 puncture/cut wounds on her left side. 2 puncture/cut wounds on her right side.
Riley was the only child born to a rich man named George Reed and his mistress (later turned wife) Bethany Taylor. Her life hadn't been all that hard to begin with growing up. At first her life had been a bit miserable since her mother had to hide her existence from her father's wife at the time (who had failed in baring him any children). That hadn't lasted long since when she was around two years old George forcefully divorced his wife and married her mother. From then on she had been preciously spoiled and lived her life as any child should, playing, making friends, and being taken care of. Though there were many rumors going around about her not really being George's daughter since she held no resemblance to him at all. They even questioned if her mother was the one who birthed her since both parents had brown hair and eyes. As the years went by, however, her fathers ambitious greed was quickly putting them into more debt than he could pay off. One day his company's stocks completely fell under and even though he tried to recover them he couldn't fix his failing company. Soon enough the family of three found themselves penniless and homeless as the banks her father took loans from repossessed all of his assets and possessions to pay off what debt he had. Luckily for her her mother and father's love was strong and even though they now lived in the slums of the rich city they knew the two of them worked hard together to make money and put a roof over Riley's head. There were many days that Riley came to know the gnawing feeling of hunger and the bitter bite of the winters cold without a blanket but her mother and father did their best to keep those days as minimal as possible for their young child.
At the age of 14 the world had been thrown into chaos as the first otherworldly beings started to find their way into the world. Demons they had called them. Ugly beasts that fed off of the sins and flesh of human beings. Luckily for Riley she'd never run into such creatures and her parents hadn't either. Their life had turned around for the better in the past few years. Now, instead of living in the back alleys, they had a one bedroom flat to call home and mediocre food to eat every day. Her parents had even managed to make enough money for Riley to attend school - that had been why they'd been on the streets much longer than they had wanted. But Riley did her best to work hard at school even managing to get high honors. While Riley was stuck in her own world, between her parents and school, the problems of the real world around her were quickly closing in on their once impenetrable city. At the age of 17 her slowly repairing world was once again destroyed. On her way home from school the silent path she'd always taken home was infested with decaying creatures of death. None of them looked like a normal human with their rotting flesh, heavy breathing, and grotesque limbs. The moment she stepped foot near them they all turned to look at her and it was suddenly like she was the only person in the world. A chase started with her at the helm as she dashed through all of the weaving back alleyways desperately looking for some way to lose them. Her young body grew tired quickly and before she knew it one of the creatures had grabbed her and they tumbled to the ground. The Demon grabbed her abdomen and left five scars with its abnormal claws. While Riley thought she was going to die suddenly a knife came flying out of the air and hit the Demon square in the chest. Her mother and father came rushing down the alleyway, swords and knives in hand as they raced to her. Quickly her parents got her up from the ground and helped her to start running towards their home only to be cornered by the remainder of the hoard that had been chasing her. "Riley, go home pack a bag and leave this town. Go find a smaller secluded town." Her father had told her as her mother looked at her with a gentle smile. "We love you baby. Thank you for being our daughter." Her mother had said before her parents looked at each other and ran into the hoard. Riley stood there and watched as they both fought so vigilantly, only to end up overwhelmed by the Demons strength in the end, and at the age of 17 Riley watched as her parents were eaten alive in front of her in an alleyway.
Since the incident with her parents Riley did as they told her: pack a bag with money and clothes and leave. Now she was really alone in a world that was slowly becoming Hell with every passing day. It took her months to find a suitable town that was far enough away from her original city like her parents had wanted but finally she did. At 18 years old she was living alone in a small apartment and working as a barmaid. To her it was a miserable existence. She was plagued with nightmares of her parents being eaten alive every night and she found her heart could not repair itself even as more time passed. Her parents had been all she'd had in her life, even when she was young she knew almost none of her family, not that she had wanted to since none of them offered their help when they needed it. Everything was lonely and she wanted nothing to do with this crumbling world.. But she had to live for her parents if not for anything else. Swallowing her depression Riley worked and slept for another year of her life but it became too much. 19 years old and Riley just wanted to die especially with the ever looming threat of even more Demons being filter into the world. She didn't want to live in a world where she'd just end up dying to those creatures like her mother and father. That's how she found herself climbing up onto the roof of her work building and sitting on the edge, looking over the edge as she pondered what the point was. She had been ready to push herself off when a stranger came and wrapped their arms around her body and pulled her back. That stranger was Sarah Mcgowan, her towns Sheriff. That had been the fateful encounter that had changed her life forever as she watched the Sheriff cry in her stead, asking why she was wanting to do such a thing when her life was so precious. From that day on Riley did her best to follow Sarah everywhere she went, even going so far to learn how to shoot a gun so that she could apply for deputy sheriff later on. The two woman became inseparable as Riley found a new purpose to live, to see Sarah's life be full of fulfillment and happiness because that was what a good person like her deserved. They worked together as Sheriff and Deputy for many years until Demons started to invade closer and closer to their town. Their town slowly turned against them, wondering what humans could do against spawns of Satan themselves. Having no where else to go as their town was made a ghost town Riley and Sarah turned to the church together to learn how to fend off the Demons that had been invading their world for a decade.
 
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Leviathan - Primary Character

Age: He stopped counting after 215
Demon Ranking: Horseman of War
Height: 6ft 7in
Weight: 187lbs
Weapons: One two handed clamor that looks like a scabbard (wields it using one hand). A leather whip that is an artifact handed down between Horsemen of War to amplify their powers
Hair Colour: Obsidian Black/Dusty Blue
Eye Colour: Golden Orange
Primary Feeding Sins: Wrath, Envy
Secondary Feeding Sins: Lust, Pride
Third Heart Location: Daisy
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Favorite Season: He'd always found the season humans call Summer to be enjoyable.
Likes: Cigarettes, Blood, Human Flowers, Sparring
Dislikes: Human Integrity, Disloyalty, False Bravado, Excessive Use of Gold in Decorations
Born to an emperor (in around 100AC) named Crecius Velelia and his second wife Serina Velelia (Queen concubine) his name was Ian Velelia. He was the second Prince (preceded by his older brother Claus Velelia) of the Velian Empire. Even though he was the second Prince there was little chance of him being in the running for heir, as his brother was 10 years older than him and the child of the first Empress. So instead of him being trapped in an endless cycle of classes and being raised by a nursemaid, like his older brother, he was allowed to spend most of his time with his birth mother. Serina was a stark contrast to the Emperor's late wife, who had been known to be absolutely vile even to her husband, as she was kind-hearted with a gentle temperament. She absolutely adored her one and only child but still treated the first Prince as if he were her own. Through-out Ian's earlier childhood his father's empire was constantly at war with the surrounding empires due to the lack of resources in their area. As he got older his brother, who was well into his teens, was often sent out to lead the charge of war. Normally siblings of separate mothers who held power hated each other due to their natural rivalry to be the next heir. However, Ian never cared to be the heir so he loved and admired his older brother dearly and his brother, in turn, cared for him. Which turned out to be for the better as Ian found himself to almost always be in poor health, coughing and feeling weak. So having his family love him, even though he had a weak constitution, made his childhood all the better.
At the age of 10 was when Ian's life started to take a turn for the worst. His brother, who was soon to be crowned emperor, was slowly becoming increasingly ill. It had started with small fits of coughing that he'd covered up as a cold, but as time went on his older brother began collapsing and seizing at random intervals. Soon enough, Claus was forced into permanent bedrest as he was almost too weak to walk on his own. Doctors came and went from his brothers quarters but none could find an answer, no medicine they had could cure or alleviate him, and only a few weeks later Ian, his family, and the empire were mourning the loss of their dear Claus. Even though the Imperial family was in a state of painful mourning the Empire still had to continue on. Much to Ian's dismay his father appointed him as his heir, and his leisurely life was suddenly ripped from him without a chance to protest. His days of strolling in the gardens with his mother were gone, the gentle urging to remember to read his books each night gone, and were replaced by strict professors and stacks of papers and books to read hourly. It was too much for a normal 10 year old to handle, but his father was already in his fifties and it was only a guessing game how much longer he'd, last especially with his brother's mysterious death. Ian used the grief of losing his brother to force himself to take on these new responsibilities, his brother had done it before and excelled at it but now he wasn't here, so Ian took it upon himself to honor his late brother. If Claus couldn't become the next emperor, like he was meant to be, then Ian would do his best to fill his shoes.
Five years passed with Ian being crammed with nothing but learning to be the next emperor. There was no time to do anything besides study, eat, and sleep, yet his mother always found away to mark herself into his schedule. Without her the young boy may have truly went insane, but she served to be his grounding rod as only a mother could. He saw his father less and less as time went on due to the constant wars going on that he now had to attend to. It scared Ian never knowing if his father would return home, thus forcing him to be placed onto the throne prematurely, but that was simply his life. Though only a few weeks after his father returned from war, victorious, he started to fall ill. As soon as his father started the same coughing fits his brother had, Ian was blinded with fear. This time around Ian forced his father to take bedrest much earlier and summoned the same doctors who had worked on his brother, hoping they could cure his father this time. Unlike last time the doctors provided a fruitful but heartbreaking answer, the Imperial family had been being poisoned by a common plant used for tea brewing. The plant could be used to make the black tea they commonly drank so long as someone experienced knew how to cook the plant first, otherwise it turned into a slow acting but powerful poison. Even though they came to such a conclusion they could not reverse the damage it had done to his father already, and just like his brother, Ian watched as his father died slowly and painfully. With the death of his father, and the ban of the tea plant, Ian was crowned Emperor at the age of 16.
Being Emperor wasn't easy. Ian often didn't sleep due to the amount of work that was required to be looked over by him and some days he found the trivial task of eating to be a useless waste of time. The once cheerful and loving second Prince that the Empire had adored was now cold and stone-faced to even his family's most loyal cabinet members. His mother, however, did her best to be the beautiful flower of the Empire still. While her precious son was busy engrossed in work she made sure festivals and fairs were flawlessly executed within the Empire regularly. It was her gentle hand that kept the Empire from growing to despise their young and inexperienced Emperor. Ian often wondered if he really ever had to take a wife so long as his mother was around, but he supposed he needed a heir to take on the Empire so his brother's and father's lives weren't wasted. As a few years passed and Ian celebrated his 20th birthday he finally found his footing as Emperor and, with his mothers help, ruled over a prosperous Empire that was built on much bloodshed like his father. As peacetime rolled in for his Empire Ian started looking for Empress candidates but peace was not something he knew for long in his life. Just as he was starting to settle himself into his life as Emperor, his mother started to fall ill. Instead of coughing and seizing, like his father and brother, she threw up blood and coughed up black sludge. Ian thought his whole world would shatter without his mother, she'd been there since his birth and both familial deaths, what would he do without her? Just like with his father Ian forced her to bed rest while he barked orders at every doctor available to find out what was wrong with her - even going so far as to cook meals and purify her water himself to ensure it wasn't another round of poisoning. Yet she still did not get better, even though he stationed most of his knights at her door to keep watch and tended to her himself, blood still came up in her stomach contents and black ooze remained in her lungs. Through it all though the greying woman still smiled at her son, that she thought was so precious, blood covered lips curled into a smile befitting of an angel. Desperation set in as Ian went so far as to summon a high priest from a foreign land to exercise her, in fear that she was possibly possessed by a demon. By the time the priest had arrived it was too late as the Empress's lungs were now well-coated in inky black sludge but Ian sat by her side the whole time, with every struggling breath she drew, he wished she could simply close her eyes and go off in peace.
After his mother's death Ian became even more withdrawn from his Empire than he was after his father's death, but this time he had no one to smooth over the cracks he created within his Empire. Not that he cared, as he locked himself in his room and refused meals. All he could think about was slaughtering anyone who could have had any hand in causing any of the deaths of his family. He wanted blood for what they had taken from him. His brother and father were poisoned by uncaring hands and his mother died to a mystery illness that the greatest doctors could not figure out the cause of. The death of his mother was the final stone that caused him to drown in insanity as Ian Velelia beheaded twenty servants in front of the people of his Empire. No longer did he care for their gratitude or praise. No longer did he want them to think him a kind and caring Emperor. He wanted to watch them beg for mercy as he slowly slaughtered off anyone who could have had a hand in killing off his family. A tyrant, some had screamed at him, a demon, others had cried. They would all pay for what they took from him. The once prosperous Empire quickly fell into destitute and impecunious conditions as Ian took everything from them. But it didn't fill the whole he still had in his heart, he got back at the people who killed his father and brother but his mother remained unavenged. She had been given an illness not from her own people, as no one else in the Empire had the same illness, but by outsiders and the only ones they had were mostly merchants and traders from the neighboring Empires. It was war then he decided. At the age of 22 Ian set off with a few hundred of his own soldiers to collapse the surrounding Empires for their wrong doing. Oddly enough it had been all too easy to watch as he slaughtered each Empire one by one. Apparently peace times meant military work was at an all time low so most people didn't even harbor weapons in their homes. The only people he spared during his outrageous slaughtering fest were women he thought were beautiful to the eye, and even then they weren't safe as he'd take them against their will even as they screamed for mercy. Only when he watched the third Empire be swallowed by flames and the woman who lived there were bound and shackled before him did he feel the dark void in his heart fill finally. They had all been avenged. It took him 5 years but he finally showed the world that they should be sorry for taking what was his. However, karma was quickly served to the tyrannical Emperor. He'd been away from his home for three years and during that time, while those who were loyal to him and his insanity followed him, he had made many more enemies than allies. Upon his return he came home to a silent Empire, but it didn't matter to him he'd rebuild it just as his mother and father had did years ago. He never got to see that wish through though, because only a few days after his return, at the age of 25, Ian was killed by the hands of all his personnel in his palace. Yet, even as the Empire handed over power to the cabinet they laid their tyrannical Emperor to rest with tears in their eyes as they deemed him the "Forever Mourning Prince"
Leviathan awoke in Hell surrounded by icy blue frost flames with only the faintest memories of his human life. He could remember a large city that he loved and a woman with greying hair that always smiled at him, even with blood dripping from her thin lips. The memories meant nothing to him though as he couldn't attach them to this world consumed by fire and sub freezing temperatures. Why did he remember them when all he could vividly recall now was how much pain he'd been in only a few moments ago? "Well look at you. You turned out fine just as I expected." Came a disembodied voice from the ether. "You're name is Leviathan. So go on, find your way in this new world. I'll be waiting for you until then." Leviathan huh? Had that always been his name, and who was this talking to him without a body? He had so many questions yet he found himself not really caring if they were answered because something else raged inside him. It was like a tight ball of yarn that was slowly uncoiling and with each loosening thread tingles raced through his arms. This was all too much, how could he- Before he could lay and worry much more he was attacked by a vile looking creature with six legs and three gaping mouths that all snapped and growled at him. Piercing yellow eyes starred down at him as if he was nothing more than food before lunging and sinking one of its mouths into the flesh of his stomach. The moment the creatures sharp teeth sank into his flesh it was like the ball within him suddenly exploded into a billion threads that all raced around his body. Anger washed over him at the audacity of the creature and before he knew it his own sharp finger nails were digging into the creatures oozing grey flesh and ripping chunks from it as it screamed in agony. It was all he could feel beside the dull throbbing of the wound in his abdomen, the need to kill, the urge to rip the creatures head off from its disfigured body. Something in him told him it was okay, that no one would punish him for such a deed so he did what he wanted to creature and watched as the midnight liquid sprayed from its neck as he ripped its three-mouthed head from its body. That had been Leviathan's awakening to his own powers and personality as a Demon.
Life as a Demon wasn't all that easy, it didn't matter that they were all the same creature in different forms if you were weak you were killed and if you were strong you survived. For some reason as he slowly ventured around Hell Demons loved throwing themselves at him, raging and gnashing their teeth at him as if he was an insult to them. It didn't matter though as he easily ripped them all apart and continued his journey through the scorching hot plains and bone chilling cold mountains until he stumbled upon the first other Demon that didn't look ugly and disfigured but beautiful and human-like just like him. Upon finding him the Demon looked him up and down before huffing "So he hadn't been lying." He'd grumbled before standing before Leviathan. While Leviathan was tall and lithe this man was a bit shorter and made of a wall of pure muscle as green eyes scanned him. "Lets see how much you've learned on your own." The Demon said sourly before throwing a sword at him, it had been the first time he'd been offered a weapon and even though he had no recollection of using one it was like his body moved on its own. Sparks flew through the air as the two Demons sparred for hours on end, neither of them taking a moment to rest or breathe as one strike after another clashed until the other Demon tripped him with a cheap trick and Leviathan tumbled to the ground. "Good. Natural talent, I just need to refine you a bit. You'll be a good successor." The Demon praised as he went to wipe off his sword. "You can call me Behmoth. I'll be your teacher for the next few decades."
At the time Leviathan hadn't known what that meant. A teacher for what? Wasn't everyone on their own in this world? While that still rung true Behmoth was a fine teacher as he taught Leviathan all he needed to know about the world of Hell. From how the hierarchy worked, to different breeds of Demons, to know they fed off the humans above to fuel their powers. The world was as vast as the humans thought the ocean was with possibilities. Behmoth was indifferent to Leviathan's presence most of the time, only when Leviathan was able to successfully complete a round of training with his powers did his teacher praise him. Yet Leviathan found that he still did not care for the Demon who was all but raising him in this strange world, why, why couldn't be feel even a bit of comradery between them? Many decades passed as Leviathan watched with curiosity as his bulky teacher seemed to be slowly withering away before him. The once fast and agile Demon that could wield any weapon could barely hold his own against him while sparring.. Yet Leviathan couldn't feel an ounce of pity or care, as if he already knew this was going to happen. Until one day the same voice he'd heard upon his awakening greeted them with a corporeal body. "Behmoth, I see you've done your job well. Now it's time to finish up." Pitch black eyes looked into Leviathan's gold-orange ones as he grinned. "I told you I'd come see you once you found your way." He whispered and in that instant Leviathan knew who the man in front of him was, he was Lucifer, their cruel creator. "Now, Leviathan, take your place. It's time." Lucifer coaxed and something in Leviathan stirred as he looked towards Behmoth who had his head hung low. An instinct deep within him whispered to kill him, he was in the way of everything. Yet he found himself hesitating as he held his claymore in his hand, did he really need to die? Just as he was questioning that Lucifer touched his arm and the touch alone ignited everything inside of him, like an explosion, as he surged forward and plunged his sword into Behmoths chest. "Tsk. Didn't he tell you? You have to go for the independent sides of his chest and then his abdomen. Horsemen have three hearts pierce them all to kill them." Lucifers words were like a command to Leviathan as he retracted his sword and plunged it into his teacher's body, again, and again, and again, and again. By the time he seemed to come back to his senses Leviathan had stabbed Behmoth not three times but over thirty times and as he retracted his sword for the final time the Demon's body crumbled into a pill of ashes in front of him. "Beautiful. You really were meant for this." Lucifer praised sweetly as he walked over to the pile of ash and retrieved a coiled whip that lay underneath it. "This is yours now. I'll come check on you at another date." He'd proclaimed as he shoved the whip into Leviathan's hand and promptly disappeared into a puff of smoke.
That day forward marked Leviathan's life beginning for real this time. As the Horseman of War Leviathan came to realize how important his job was. Not only did he control most of the chaos between the Demons in Hell but he influenced the humans above and the more war he compelled them to wage the stronger his position in hell became. It was.. exhilarating and every time someone above or below did something with the intent of war, even something as minor as a couples fight, he felt it all the way to his very core. As time passed Leviathan found himself not caring that he didn't feel guilty or remorseful for what he did to the humans and his Demon brethren. Honestly he found it amusing and exciting how they screamed and cried, it was his job after all to remind them that peace wasn't simply given, it was earned.
A few decades after Leviathan took over as the Horsemen of War he was struck with the realization that, unlike the other three Horsemen, he still had his third heart within his body. It wasn't common for Horsemen to keep all three hearts within them as it made them much too vulnerable and Leviathan agreed. He spent too much time during scuffles worrying about which heart would be nicked and how long it would take to heal. He needed to find something acceptable to keep his heart within but strong enough to with stand fights. As he was walking through Hell's graveyard (a patch of land where weak demons came to lay in their final days) a ball of white scales caught his eye in the distance. Upon his approach he found out it was a new born Draco Demon that seemed to be dying upon birth. These Demons were unique as they were born from humans who committed multiple small scale sins but nothing that directly opposed God, such as one of the 7 deadly sins. They still sinned so they were damned to Hell but instead of baring grotesque features, like the others who were born from low intensity sins, they wore beautiful scales that came in a variety of colours. These colours showed they still held God's favor even if they were being punished. Due to Gods favor still residing within them these creatures didn't often make it past teenage-hood. Their lives gave Hell the only bursts of colour that Demons would ever see and upon their death they still gave them the gift of colour as their bodies decayed into patches of flowers that humans were familiar with. Because of that they were known as "Gift Dragons" and regarded highly by many Demons for their beauty. There was a theory, however, that if one could nurture a Draco to maturity its power would rival even a Horsemen's. As Leviathan looked down at the small ball of pearlescent scales he felt something in him well up at the sight of it. Crouching down he ran his fingers over one of its many horns, surprisingly the new born let out a small screech and uncurled slowly to unveil its pastel pink eyes that were filled with pain. One look at them and something in Leviathan snapped, a possessive wave rushing through him as he looked into the creatures dying eyes. Without an ounce of hesitation Leviathan carefully grabbed the Draco and cradled it in his hands, it was no more than half a foot long, and as he held it it's small head nudged at his fingers. For the first time he didn't want something to die, he didn't wish to see the life leave the pink eyes of this small creature, and so he bit his finger with his sharp teeth and carefully inserted his finger into the creatures mouth. As if the young Draco could tell he was trying to save its life it bit down onto his finger and lapped at the power-charged blood that oozed from the wound. While he watched the Draco suckle at his blood Leviathan decided this creature would be where he'd stash his heart, he'd make it his companion till they both died. "Draco, by accepting my blood you will hereby be my companion and carry the duty of keeping one of my hearts safe for eternity." Those words sealed the companionship as Leviathan felt his third heart be ripped from his stomach and suddenly his body went silent as only two heart beats resounded within him. He could tell the moment the transfer was successful as once his heart settled within the Draco her dying pink eyes flared to life and she opened her mouth to let out a screech of excitement before coiling around his hand. "I guess I should give you a name.." Names were sacred in Hell. Only those with enough power were given names and if you were bestowed with a name by someone with such power you were indebted to them. Leviathan's eyes flickered around the graveyard as he searched for something to inspire his name choice for his new companion only to suddenly feel something crunch under his booted feet. Looking down Leviathan saw a small patch of white flowers with yellow centers had been crushed by his weight. It seemed like another Draco had died here recently, but as he gazed at the flowers a foreign name came tumbling from his lips "Daisy." He whispered and the one word sent his Draco into a frenzy as she screeched and scratched at his arm. "Daisy?" He said once again, gaining an affirmative puff of blue flames from the small creature in the palm of his hand. It seemed the Demon had accepted the first word he'd said as it's name.. and yet he couldn't figure out where such a word had even come from within him.
 
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