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Daiemon
Legacy Name: Daiemon

The Hydrus Clawsion
Owner: Kenkou

Age: 13 years, 9 months, 3 weeks

Born: July 15th, 2010

Adopted: 13 years, 9 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: July 15th, 2010

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

Profile artwork; profile coding; minion overlay, pet overlay(not shown yet) and character 'Daiemon' all made by myself Kenkou and are copyrighted as such...

Roleplay: Open



Artwork For Daiemon

Picture 1 By Kenkou


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Name: Unknown
Gender: Male
Species: Hell hound
Age: Unknown
Hair/fur: Black; but has been stained with hues of dark reds
Eyes: Red/yellow; glows when angered or ready to take lives
Height: Unknown
Weight: Unknown
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"Welcome to hell! For the crimes you have done your souls are eternally damned! And now you have me to deal with!"


Pain, sorrow, agony, torture, hysteria, and frustration; its all you will face here...My name is Daiemon...the eternal guardian of this forsaken realm...we house eternally damn souls who committed crimes against 'humanity' that sacrificed their souls to this inevitable end...Human say pain you cannot escape but suffering you control...well here, those words lie...your here for a reason and you will spend all eternity living in torture, whether it is by hooks, knifes, demons, fire, and so on. You will pay and we will enjoy...

Even with this being hell; you can roam free....but roaming free allows you to be picked off...stray to far from the assigned marks; or happen to escape the grasp of your torture. You will have us to deal with...you will be picked off by demons and the flames will consume you...Murders, rapists, thieves...we don't discriminate, you all are scum you all are here for a reason...you all are lower then dirt...the deeds you have done....for things that you did not need...for things that make no sense to the most twisted minds down here...you turned your back on your god(s)...and now...we are all you got...and we don't like your company and so you must pay for our pain of being around your damn soul...

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Since it began I have roamed these fiery pits; each level I have worked in...and I have seen it all...my life is no longer measurable...and my fate is my own...I choose to remain here...or that is what I thought until I went to earth. Earth...what a pathetic place; covered in destruction...raised in a living plague called man. You things have destroyed your host...you are killing her...eating her from the inside...taking her black blood(oil); and stealing her bones(minerals, etc). You strip flesh off her face with weapons you all create...the creatures that share Earth with you...you all look down upon them...as if they are scum...tsk, tsk...what a pathetic species you are...fighting one another for luxuries you can live without...what close minded fools...in hell we laugh...as your destruction it kills numbers of your own kind off...each day...every passing second we sense your closer to extinction...

None the less; I enjoy it...I enjoy the rumors; the tales and the 'myths' of my kind you have seen. Sightings of us; bodies found...blood trickling down...oh I have fun...screwing with your minds...though I no longer feel satisfaction from my sadistic deeds...the look of terror on a man's face when he spots me in the forest...the last flicker of his lamp as his trembling hands fail and his lamp's oil flows to the ground. I no longer feel satisfaction of the crimson source...its metallic taste...it has faded...the bones...have lost their crunch...and the souls...are not how they use to be...age has set upon your species...you have turned stale...you have lost your glow in your eyes...what pity...it has made me pick up my killings...going after those who bet their life and screw the reaper over...I am a dog of hell...and I enjoy hunting you down...

Equip yourself with salt; bibles; crosses and holy water...it may stop the others...but me...I am different...I have adapted to humanity's trends and I have built immunity to you...praying will not help...I am ripping through your door and you run...you can see my face...you trip...and I have you...ripping into you I back off and you take off. You scream through cities...knocking over cans like a escaped mental patient, you tell them I am here...but they see nothing...you have a gun...you are covered in crimson...they can't see me...I will not allow them...they all stare at you...as you run...into the abandoned city you go...think your safe...look behind...my eyes they glow...like the moon at night...you back up and fall...your legs won't work; you are frighted for life, and now all you feel is hurt.

Grinning I feel the rush yet again; pupils dilate and veins push adrenaline through...I have you...screams make it worse...it excites me...and it makes me want to savor the moment...your soul in my fangs...crushing you...snapping your bones...screams vanish...your 'host body' fades into eternal oblivion. Pieces turn to ash as the rest vanish... Your soul stands by me...as it screams on its knees...you change and fade into another being...you are changing...flesh falls off and your bones crack, different things happen...when you are now turning into my underling...hell hound, demon, imp or void hundreds of possibilities...though you are of low stature compared to me...but your now mine...your soul belongs to me...now go my minion...go to hell and feast on the damned...I have claimed your life before they...and cleansed your soul in my eyes...you are mine...and on earth...you aren't missed...and so welcome to hell! For the crimes you have done your souls are eternally damned! And now you have me to deal with!

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