Scrie

One of many in the Reavers Clan, fighting the endless hordes of the demonic realms and hiding the truth from the rest of the mortals. Scrie youthful and weak, specialized mostly in his understanding of the enemies. He bared an unnatural ability to commune with them, to recognize them, to know what they did and lived for. Others in the Reavers had already tried to kill him, seeing him as a hellspawn. He wouldn't be splattered across the walls had Kiro not protected Scrie.

Scrie said he was indebted to Kiro and would help him with anything for the rest of his life.


"That demon needs to be killed before it bleeds out our secrets!" they cried. "It's the enemy, and it knows too much to be given mercy!" "Monsters don't deserve to be happy!"
They were swarming in around Scrie, who was backed against the wall, teeth bared and claws out.
"W-Wait, guys, please!" he pleaded for mercy. "I'm not- I won't- I didn't do anything wrong!"
"You're one of them," a person near Scrie said. Somebody lunged Scrie, and Scrie let out a scream of terror, as his eyes quickly shut tight.
A scream of agony, a rush of wind, dirt being kicked up, a slash of blood. Gasps spread throughout the crowd, and Scrie opened his eyes. There he was, the legend. Kiro was towering above Scrie, standing between the mob and him. Kiro was there to help Scrie, but Scrie felt only more so in harms way.
Kiro spoke, "The boy lives. If you try and hurt him again I will kill everybody who dares go near him. If I did not make myself clear to you, please, say so. I will elaborate."
Somebody lifted their head, standing higher than the rest, and asked, "Why are you protecting him?"
Kiro stomped on the ground, sending a rock disconnecting with the ground and into the air. Kiro then kicked it while it remained in the air, and it shot at the questioner. As it struck them square in the head, there was a shower of blood.
"Anybody else not understand?" Kiro asked a final time. And with that, the crowd quickly dispersed, back with their normal schedules.
Kiro began walking off, but then Scrie ran after him to thank him.
"What is it?" Kiro said, not even looking at Scrie.
"I want to thank you," he started. "And to tell you I'm in your debt, I'll help with anything. Learning about the other demons, practicing with Reaver weaponry, personal missions, you name it!"
Kiro stopped and turned to Scrie. "Can you give me answers?"
"Can I what?"
"Can you get me answers? Answers to all my questions that I have."
"I-I..."
"If you're in my debt then start fulfilling it, by helping me get answers."
"Alright. It shouldn't be that hard."


Scrie then became a partner of Kiro, helping him on his conquest to learn what he was and why it was happening to him. And eventually, hopefully a way to finally put an end to his unending life.


Scrie doesn't know it, but he actually is born from a demon. Kiv, Demon of Sensation, was known for flirtatious nature and her uncontrollable desires. She gave birth to him, but didn't have the wish for a child, and disowned him in an instant.