Micah

History
Micah arrived at the Pit in a rather nontraditional manner. Through the fissure he shot down like a bolt of lightning, striking down a demon that had been in the midst of a fight against a newcomer. As the dust cleared, the demonic beings and hellspawns went berserk. Some attempted to tear this holy being apart, while others fled into the tunnels. Meanwhile, through the chaos, the hierarchy could only watch in utter astonishment as the demons who attempted to get near the archangel found their flesh seared by the radiant light coming from him.

Simultaneously, the entirety of the Pit heard a sound like tinnitus, ringing in the ears, and they knew the being's name was Micah. An archangel sent from above.

Even Saskia recoiled at the sight, the demon that shared her form physically repulsed by such holy energy. And yet... he had taken the challenge, despite it being such a bizarre way of doing so. Little did she and the rest of the lair know, that Micah was merely the first.

As he tore his way through lesser demons, he met Raum. And that was where his killing spree ended, as the demon first fought him to a standstill, then reasoned with him that the Pit was a place exempt from judgement. While there was plenty of fighting and death, causing such unrest would upset the Pit's deity. Sorneith was a place of many sides, and many gods, and many beings unfathomable.

Micah was astonished that a demon of all things would reason with him, but decided to see for himself.

He met the Speaker before he could meet this 'deity'.

The half mortal, half demon intrigued and disgusted him- such a hybrid should never exist. He reviled her immediately, loathed her warped soul and went to strike her down. In less than a second she was upon him, tearing and rending with teeth, claws. They fought until he felt his energy leave him, constrained by his vessel. She healed as effectively as he, if not moreso. She swept a tainted talon across his face, and he hit the dirt, feeling his vision blur. The Speaker stood above him, snarling. And for the first time in his immortal existence, Micah feared for his life- because the one thing that could kill an archangel was a demon. He knew then, inexplicably, that she'd kill him if he tried to continue.

Her tar blackened teeth glistened, her red eyes blazed, and when he didn't get up, she spat. Gagged, retched up ebony ichor onto the ground. She wiped at her maw and turned, leaving him to lick his wounds.

He couldn't help but wonder- with a response like that, perhaps she was disgusted by the existence of him, too.

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Micah settled after that. He didn't kill so many demons, only those that could not prove to hold their own against him (and there turned out to be many- fighting in the Pit proved to be a very lucrative thing experience-wise). He can still smell the tar on her breath when she stands on her outcropping, and sometimes he sees Death standing behind her, watching him.

His vision of perfection remained, but perhaps he should wait, research the world he's found himself a part of. Leaping into the fray would kill him- and he refused to let these heathens get the better of him.

In time, he would cleanse this 'Devil's Pit'. All in good time.