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Vetis has a minion!
Samael the Darghness
Samael the Darghness
Vetis
Legacy Name: Vetis
The
Nightmare RreignOwner: Pixi
Age: 18 years, 8 months, 2 weeks
Born: June 28th, 2007
Adopted: 18 years, 8 months, 2 weeks ago (Legacy)
Adopted: June 28th, 2007 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 1,070
- Strength: 2,641
- Defense: 2,617
- Speed: 2,604
- Health: 2,773
- HP: 2,773/2,773
- Intelligence: 1,590
- Books Read: 1334
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Deputy Director
He is the darkness.
A demon of hell with tattered wings and a body of swirling darkness and blood red. A plight to the holy and a plague on all that is good. Vetis.
He who has been alive for 500 years, taunting and mocking the angels. He reserved a particular hatred for angelic Koras, Kanises, and Dragarths, just because it was good to have hobbies. Seven hundred sixty-eight converted and counting.
He is an abomination.
Three hundred years ago, he did find a focus for his affections, assuming any exist within his rotting heart. Samael. A dark, demonic pet with the same beautiful touches of blood red spikes and pure black flesh. Since Vetis stumbled across Samael, their similarities had brought them together. They quickly became friends and had never been a part in the years since then. Though he had very few wants in his life -- the bare essentials of corruption and mockery were often enough -- he hoped Samael could be by his side until the end.
He is nefarious.
They were out tonight, stalking through a forest that was normally reserved as a calm retreat for the citizens in the small fishing village. The placement of the village had been carefully planned so that its residents could get enjoyment of both the fresh lake waters and the greenery of the land. Vetis knew this; he had watched the town carve itself out of the countryside so many years ago.
And he had watched her move in. A silly little angelic Kora who had fallen in love with a local. Tch! Love was a pointless emotion, and Vetis wasn't entirely convinced that it existed. He couldn't understand the Kora's desire to be good and to share that feeling with those around her. It made no sense. What a waste of energy.
He is a scourge.
There she was, walking calmly along the forest path, enjoying the night birds’ songs. How simple. How easy to take. Vetis's red eyes gleamed brightly with delight at the prospect. Slipping in between the shadows, he approached the angel. A few well-placed words, a soothing manipulation, and it would place the seeds of doubt necessary to allow her to see that good wasn't all she had in life. That there were tastier options, better options. Come. Come.
Vetis. He who corrupts and tempts the holy.
Story written by twocents
A demon of hell with tattered wings and a body of swirling darkness and blood red. A plight to the holy and a plague on all that is good. Vetis.
He who has been alive for 500 years, taunting and mocking the angels. He reserved a particular hatred for angelic Koras, Kanises, and Dragarths, just because it was good to have hobbies. Seven hundred sixty-eight converted and counting.
He is an abomination.
Three hundred years ago, he did find a focus for his affections, assuming any exist within his rotting heart. Samael. A dark, demonic pet with the same beautiful touches of blood red spikes and pure black flesh. Since Vetis stumbled across Samael, their similarities had brought them together. They quickly became friends and had never been a part in the years since then. Though he had very few wants in his life -- the bare essentials of corruption and mockery were often enough -- he hoped Samael could be by his side until the end.
He is nefarious.
They were out tonight, stalking through a forest that was normally reserved as a calm retreat for the citizens in the small fishing village. The placement of the village had been carefully planned so that its residents could get enjoyment of both the fresh lake waters and the greenery of the land. Vetis knew this; he had watched the town carve itself out of the countryside so many years ago.
And he had watched her move in. A silly little angelic Kora who had fallen in love with a local. Tch! Love was a pointless emotion, and Vetis wasn't entirely convinced that it existed. He couldn't understand the Kora's desire to be good and to share that feeling with those around her. It made no sense. What a waste of energy.
He is a scourge.
There she was, walking calmly along the forest path, enjoying the night birds’ songs. How simple. How easy to take. Vetis's red eyes gleamed brightly with delight at the prospect. Slipping in between the shadows, he approached the angel. A few well-placed words, a soothing manipulation, and it would place the seeds of doubt necessary to allow her to see that good wasn't all she had in life. That there were tastier options, better options. Come. Come.
Vetis. He who corrupts and tempts the holy.
Story written by twocents
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