Valor

Valor.

It's what they called him. The name they gave him when they woke him. Valor. He supposed that their reasoning had been sound back then. Back before they knew. Knew what he was, knew what he was capable of. Perhaps they had seen him, had seen his strange markings and his iridescent, delicate-looking wings, and thought that he was a savoir. He was not.

Valor. A twisted bit of irony. He had never been the savoir sort, not even before he had been forcefully put to sleep. He found it amusing. A team of scientists that had no idea of the tomb they had discovered and its one living occupant. Well, there had been two of them, in the beginning, but they hadn't lived long next to a monster like him. Oh, he regretted that. It had been a long, long time after the other's death before Valor had seen another living creature.

The team that had woken him didn't live long, either. But after the slaughter, standing in the mutilated remains, he pondered it. He pondered the blood staining his heathen hands, the smeared handprints scattered along the walls. He pondered the name they had called him.

Valor.

He was a monster. A creature of darkness and sin and greed. He dripped sickly decadence and grinned with morbid glee. His eyes held a myriad of secrets, each more gruesome than the last. His enhanced claws gleamed with a sinister curl, sharp and serrated and the tool to many deaths.

Whatever they had seen, whatever had made him "Valor" he didn't see. Could not see what had made them hope. What had made them look at him, a thing with no empathy and cold eyes, and see something that could save them? He didn't know. He couldn't know. He was a monster, he knew of no innocence, no justice. He knew bloodshed, he knew slaughter.

But to live up to this new name? How to save someone? How to be selfless? He did not know. He was born and bred and raised as a hell raiser, as a demonic entity that lived only to terrorize and torment the lost souls stupid enough to wander into his sinner's grip.

Valor.

How ironic. Named for the one thing he didn't have.

They should have named him Devil - it was a more accurate name for a sick murderer like him.

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• Pansexual
• Poly
• Regular dragon cursed with immortality for his crimes
• Has a smoker's rasp and a deep voice