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Isadore the Krotias




Demilune
Legacy Name: Demilune


The Angelic Noktoa
Owner: Lavabeast

Age: 17 years, 1 month, 1 week

Born: February 20th, 2007

Adopted: 17 years, 1 month, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: February 20th, 2007 (Legacy)


Pet Spotlight Winner
October 5th, 2010

Statistics


  • Level: 6
     
  • Strength: 60
     
  • Defense: 13
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 14
     
  • HP: 14/14
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


Long ago, Demilune (or Demile as he was called by friends and family) was the prince of a proud kingdom, with great military strength. However, the people were also arrogant, and sought to impress their influence ruthlessly over the world. They waged war after war, conquering their neighbours easily, and eventually came to set their sights on a distant kingdom on the coast of the continent. The other kingdom was not to prepared to go easily, and the two fought each other savagely for years.

Demile's people were led into battle by the King himself, a calculating man that ruled with admirable coldness. Unfortunately, all the cleverness in the world cannot stop the poisoned blade of an assassin from finding you while you sleep. The king was given a festering wound that would not heal, no matter how skilled the doctor, and killed him within a week.

Upon hearing news of the death of his father, Demile collapsed into angry tears. While he and his father were alike in many ways, he did not inherit his father's logical calmness. Demile was man of passion, and he swore that he would lay ruin to those that had taken his father.

Perhaps it was the darkness in his heart, or maybe it was the strength of his vengeful thoughts, but at that moment, the Devil appeared. He had seen the insult dealt to the king, he said, and he and an offer to be considered. All he wanted was the prince's soul, and in return he would wreak a terrible, inescapable revenge on the other kingdom.

The prince agreed, and signed away his soul.

The very next day, the revenge was made obvious. The prince sulked alone, barely touching his mid-day meal, when a distant explosion rocked the foundations of his palace. He dashed to the window, and on the horizon - where he knew the enemy kingdom to be - smoke blackened the sky, fires raging below. It was not long after that the prince declared he and an military escort would be going to see what had befallen his enemy.

The closer they came to the enemy kingdom, the more strange the land become. The very earth was scorched in some places, the trees and animals horribly twisted. Closing curtains of his coach, the prince felt somewhat unsettled by the devastation outside, but had no time to dwell on it - The devil had appeared again, and brought some creature with him.

The devil made it plain: He has fulfilled his end of the deal, and so Demile was to fulfill his. This creature, a lesser demon by the name of Isadore, was to watch the prince. Though the devil said Isadore was there as a guardian, the prince knew better - This little creature was a spy, pure and simple. Without further warning, the devil vanished again, his last words hanging in the air: "I will be back for my first favour."

Shortly, they arrived in the heart of the enemy kingdom. Here, the last was black as pitch and smooth as glass. The shells of the buildings that still stood had the shadows of of people burned into the surface, but not a trace of a person remained, and a hot wind stirred the dust of the streets, carrying with it the stench of burning flesh.

It came to light that the prince's army, who had still been waging war against they enemy, also perished in the terrible revenge, but this was not surprising to the prince. In fact, Demile had almost come to expect it. After all, a deal with the devil was not to be taken lightly, and its extent was rarely exactly what was discussed.

Sadly, the prince could not yet even begin to understand the horror that he had set into motion. It took only a few weeks for his people to begin to fall ill. It started with vomiting, and soon moved to horrible, bleeding wounds. In others, they began to lose their hair, and their skin became waxy, peeling off in great sheets. Yet others became as twisted and mutated as the plants and animals that he had seen in the enemy kingdom.

Most died, but the prince did not. This rotting sickness ate the good in people, and without a soul tied to his body, he was passed by. The devil appeared again. Now, he said, that Demilune was without the hindrance of leading his people, he would make the perfect undying servant. Isadore, ever the loyal and sycophantic lackey, grinned maliciously.

Demilune now wanders the world, doing whatever bidding the devil lays out for him, his servitude a product of his own short-sighted stupidity.

Pet Treasure


Bottled Hatred

Ancient Rubble

Damaged Book

Dead Nightshade

Dark Death Potion

Destroying Angel

Nightmarish Cloud

Tiny Gold Crown

Pet Friends