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Asmodeus

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Level 25 Spiral

Familiar

Crowned Bonepriest

Energy: 0/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

3.19 m

Wingspan

2.44 m

Weight

111.56 kg

Genetics

Stone
Ripple

Oilslick
Current

Ivory
Basic

Hatchday

Oct 10, 2017
(6 years)

Breed

Adult
Spiral

Eye Type

Plague
Unusual

Level 25 Spiral

Max Level

STR

137

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Offspring

none

Biography

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A s m o d e u s __K r a h l l
"The Forgotten One."
Member to no Clan
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Once dead, now re-awaken; this broken soul wanders, consigned to oblivion. Known by neither name nor clan they wander the land fueled by urges from broken memories. But an empty husk of their former self; a savage in their past life, they were slain--cursed to live out a life of meaningless existence.

Spreading death where ever they go; they slowly suck the life from all the surrounds them to fuel their being. Omitting an odour that spreads death and disease with every stall breath they take. Leaving a slowly shrivelling trail of blackened death.

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» Pronunciation: /asmo-day-us/

» Role: None
» Home: None

» Gender: Male
» Age: Ancient
» Voice: Cillian Murphy

» Orientation: None
» Demeanour: None
» Alignment: True Neutral

» Likes: Nothing
» Dislikes: Nothing
» Hoards: Nothing

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» Memes: x
» Aesthetics: x

» References: Artist Reference
» Special: x

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“Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.”

― William Shakespeare, Richard II

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He was adopted by a mated pair of Skydancers when abandoned by his nested parents. He did not last long with paternal roles in his life, however; he moved away from the clan as soon as he could fend for himself.

- He can use signs and symbols to communicate, though their meanings are often difficult to interpret.

- His body is often crawling with bugs, but he is either unaware of it or just simply does not care (probably the latter).

- He has unspoken power, the kind that can only be fathomed by those who have been touched by death.

- His body is rotten and boney; with a figure that can contort in ways even unsettling for a spiral. It's likely his body is broken on the inside.

- He was left to rot in the open, he was given no burial until milenia later Hecate came to preform a burial ritual. He was resurected soon after.

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With every move they had made, their body cracked. An eyeless skull swaying like crooked grass in the cold wind. Footsteps that did not touch the ground. A lifeless, rotten thing that breathed decay.

Cold. Fearful, icy, smothering cold. Shattering, breaking, burning, they felt the ripping of time like a fracture as their gaze wavered and faded. Insects. The soft drop and the crackling of death as the grass shrivelled and the festering creatures fell curled and lifeless. Their mouth hung open, visions of villages filling their skull as the creature twisted and shuddered.

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Broken, broken. All broken. Left to the quiet. Towering towers crumbling, so miserable and so weak. The screams, rung in deaf ears that cared not to listen, could not listen. They felt the faux breath enter rotten lungs and spewed sickly air forth. A wandering plague. Contagion. Festering wounds as the sword bumped their ribs open and stayed lodged, faithful companion.

They did not rest. Compulsion to continue walking despite the sun or moon. Rain that tinged pink, tinged brown with vile forgotten, slithering into bandages. They walked. Flew. Contorted pained and crunching body. Everything smothered in darkness, they felt no warmth from the sun, no chill from the night. As if pushed, they walked, forced by the nothingness.

An existence that felt like scraping metal. The hollow chime of bells at a funeral, rain pouring. But it was empty. Bitterly empty. Gutted cottages left marred and broken, ripped apart and open mouthed with ripped off doors. Rippling flesh, rippling eyes as the crows cawed once, twice, three times, four. Breath wheezing as the creature stooped, crooked fingers plucking up a skull from the empty path.

The grey sky crackled with light. No voices. No voices to be heard. The cawing. The eyeless beast had stilled to feel the skull. Hollow. There was no knowing. There was no ringing of familiarity, only the compulsion to collect and keep, numb to the rain starting to pour upon their wriggling, bludgeoned body. The village was death. Grass that did not grow. No strays, just bones. They moved about the abandoned in search, always in search, vision dazed and stained oozing with the nothingness.

Back to the skull. Teeth chattering and the screaming, the crows cawed and they had squeezed too hard. Shattered. Shattered.

B̸̡̧͓̮͈͇̍̋̽̍͐͠?̵̖̖͈̞̇̊̐͂?̸̢̼͕̙͔̉̐͋̀͑̈́̅?̶̡̰̠̑̓̈́̃̄͠͝?̷̡͈͓͇͖̱̫̏?̴̢̩̝͇͖̩̅͗͝?̷̪̓̌̈́?̶̧̝͙̘̗̳͇͊̋̈́?̵̹̲͖̳̦͓̀̌?̵͓̄̈̀?̴̘͔̳͈̜́̇̀̀R̴̺̜̱̼̳͓̀̓͌͋͂͘?̸̧͙͉̻̣̳̋̃?̶͎̦̙̺̻̆̆̀̉̄?̵̫͔̥͇̍́̂́͝?̸̛̯̙͇̏̅̔͌̄͝?̷̬͍̱̦̱̻̙̂́̽̕͘?̶̻̺̠̀?̶̢͚̣̲͈̈͛̚ͅ?̸̯͉͌͛͠?̴̺̉͘?̷̛̟͊͗͝?̶͔̯̓?̴̟̙͚̼̼̤̿̄̈́̂͂Ọ̵̢̡͈͙̙͉͑̈͝?̵̲̈́͐́?̷̺̗̿̋͠͝?̸̹̳͔͋̈̿͂͋̕͝?̵̳͈̠̱̄̈́ͅ?̶̤̖̪̖̲̿͐́̔͑͘͝Ḱ̵̮̱̠̩͒͆̉?̵͇̤̓̓?̸͈̬̟̔́͒̋͒̚ͅ?̷̢̜́̐͗̇̔͐?̵̧̛͖̩͙͎?̸̠̤͐̊̄͊̾͠?̷̨̈̑̍̚?̶̟̤̆̇͆?̸͇̲̩͈̇͝?̴̢̝̟͚̅̑̂́͜?̷̮̰̱̳̦͔̓́́̊͒́͌͜?̶͖̂̽̎̑̇?̷̫̅͑̃̏̎͝?̷̗̠͔͈̰̇̉̂̏̒̏̈?̴̻͖͇̈́͒̀͘̚͜Ȩ̵͚̺͆̈́̀̏͛̿͝?̴̣̳̙̏̆͝?̴͇̦̟͕͈̀͒́̄͘?̶̧̧͉̖͓̝͆?̵̘̙̹͍̟͓̔̂̽͛̂̈?̶͈͐͊̆͂̍̈́͜͝?̵͓͓͗̔?̴̙͓̗̱̅̈́̈́͑̾?̸̗̤̝̤̻̘̑̎̾̎?̶͓̘̜̅͌N̶̢͇̼̞̲̉̑̀̋̂̚͜?̷̬̜͈̳̝̆͋̉́̅?̴̫͔̦̫͗͌̀͐̂?̶̝̏?̸̫̥͎̘̆́͛́?̴͓̖̯̱̅̔͠?̷͔͇̫̼̥̹͖̚̚?̶̫̳͙̖̿͒̇̇͜͠͝͠?̴͚̥̞̃?̸̠̭̦̫͎͚̈́͋̇̂͋̀͛?̶̢̳̲̬̗̊̇̆͜?̴̨̧̖̻̘̈̒̆̀͜?̷̨̪̩̰͈͖̯̔?̵̧̞̫̺̘͔̘͌́̓̿?̴͙̟͚͑̈́?̴̨̙̱͇̆̈́.̷̞͎̯́?̵̨̞̪́̿̽̾͛͊̚?̶͈̠̐̒̿?̷͎̼̜͇̩̀͜?̶̧̻͙̜̆̍̕

It was all in ruin. A headache. Migraine. The chisel upon the skull to pry it open. The skull dropped, the creature began to follow the path. Compulsion tugging like spiderwebs snatching prey to the waiting mouth. Pain. Pain rippling like broken water touched by invasive insects dipping into its once still love. Fish scattering, frightened, petrified, but the insects prod and invade.

But yet they walked. Always walking. Body bending and bowing and broken but walking. The shriek of metal upon metal. Crows that perched and waited, the sun shone and the moon laughed at the beast, raging, manic laughter. Mocking. They were mocked.

They were broken.

↦ written by PunchingSolas ↤

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Nothing reaches through the dark
that lies behind the stars.
Down, into the valley
where the dry sea heaves
and churns the bones.
Rattling like a dying breath
all strength is spent and gone
beyond the horizon's hold.
The echoing void expands
and calls to no-one:
they answer.

Beneath the earth is honeycomb;
a hollow heart, decaying,
that wastes away at molten core.
This remnant of a deity's spite
left as carrion sacrifice, sprawled
and empty beneath a cruel sun.
A death undone, and corpse returned
to desolate unlife.

And as the whimpering world returns
to dust, the shade is there
undying, ever-roaming
in Cimmerian realms, long past
restoration. As the last fires
devastate the mortal plane,
no-one speaks in hallowed gloam
but they remain.

↦ written by Pigwidgeon ↤
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quiet, though hungry,
for a fate
put less bluntly,
they take to the night
with a gaze left stoic

from a life of hatred
that left them claustrophobic
and in desperate need
to spread disaster,

the distaste of others
no longer a factor,
an undead life
full of pestilence
is all they're allowed
from their past memory's malevolence

and no matter the risk
of their hollow actions,
they feel nothing,
not even satisfaction.

↦ written by deviantdoge ↤
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n o t e s
» bought 20.10.18 for 200gems
» bought skydancer scroll 24.10.18

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c r e d i t s
» music playlist partially curated by fletcher
» moodboard created by Dragonpals

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