Daemon
A Tiefling, child to a bride of Asmodeus, and a powerful sorcerer.
Daemon's mother conceived him after a tryst with a demon in her efforts to escape hell after she had carried a baby for Asmodeus and found out he wanted another one.
Daemon was born to her while she was on the run, and by some miracle, she got him to her birth family, a different cult in the southeast in Worldborn.
He was taken in by said cult of fleshcrafters and healers, and they raised him as though he belonged.
Despite being immensely powerful (at least according to anyone that was supposed to know about it), Daemon could not use magic. At all. Worth a shit. Occasionally, he could draw up some hellfire when he was hurt and angry, or he could lose his temper and lash out as a child, but aside from small outbursts of the like, Daemon was nigh unto powerless.
Through several years of concentration and difficulty, he worked his way through the block of his magic and forced some of it through despite, but he remained weak and unable to use what he and others knew was supposed to be a virtual wellspring.
It wasn't until he was in his late twenties (I think) that he found out he could use demon skin as a vessel.
I did have it being luck that he discovered the aid of demon parts in connecting with his magic, but now I've decided he and his friends were messing with portal magic, and Hell was one of the safest and easiest to get to, since they had a ready source of Hellfire.
One managed to remove the demon's arm, but not before the demon attacked Daemon. Happenstance had him grab the demon's arm, and the magic so tightly locked away used the demon's dismembered limb to fly as though he had cast intentionally, creating a wave that bisected the demon.
The demon's drool was acidic and eating Daemon's flesh, and his friends had to work quick to cut away the burning flesh before it got deeper.
Uuuunnnnfortunately, now their friend didn't have skin on his upper half and they were in the middle of nowhere.
Daemon, inspired by the magic and already half-mad with pain and despair, pointed at the demon's body and managed, "Graft."
His companions, flesh crafters from the start, agreed. They made quick work of it, and there were a few messy spots that left Daemon scarred, but it was a damn sight better.
And, best yet, whatever the blockage, Daemon's new skin graft had granted him access to his magic in ways he couldn't have imagined before.
~
So, After that, Daemon went on the search for more demonskin for another graft, and on the path met with his sister. Luci asked him to hunt down and kill someone for her, a werekin named Eupa. He ignored her request until it became clear that she was refusing to let him have anymore demonskin otherwise.
On the way to do his sister's bidding, Daemon met Brina the Perfect Vessel, eight years old at the time, and in desperate need of a teacher to help control her extremely wild, extremely powerful magic. He changed his mind and volunteered to teach the child.
Five years of that lasted before Luci called Daemon back. He confronted her about her plans, her failures, and told her not to call on him again.
Afterwards, he sought out another tutoring job, I think. He liked helping Brina a lot, and he loved Brina herself a lot, and the teaching gave him a connection with someone in a way he wanted again. So that was what he decided to do. Sorcerer teachers are rare, and ones of his caliber are rarer still.
Daemon's mother conceived him after a tryst with a demon in her efforts to escape hell after she had carried a baby for Asmodeus and found out he wanted another one.
Daemon was born to her while she was on the run, and by some miracle, she got him to her birth family, a different cult in the southeast in Worldborn.
He was taken in by said cult of fleshcrafters and healers, and they raised him as though he belonged.
Despite being immensely powerful (at least according to anyone that was supposed to know about it), Daemon could not use magic. At all. Worth a shit. Occasionally, he could draw up some hellfire when he was hurt and angry, or he could lose his temper and lash out as a child, but aside from small outbursts of the like, Daemon was nigh unto powerless.
Through several years of concentration and difficulty, he worked his way through the block of his magic and forced some of it through despite, but he remained weak and unable to use what he and others knew was supposed to be a virtual wellspring.
It wasn't until he was in his late twenties (I think) that he found out he could use demon skin as a vessel.
I did have it being luck that he discovered the aid of demon parts in connecting with his magic, but now I've decided he and his friends were messing with portal magic, and Hell was one of the safest and easiest to get to, since they had a ready source of Hellfire.
One managed to remove the demon's arm, but not before the demon attacked Daemon. Happenstance had him grab the demon's arm, and the magic so tightly locked away used the demon's dismembered limb to fly as though he had cast intentionally, creating a wave that bisected the demon.
The demon's drool was acidic and eating Daemon's flesh, and his friends had to work quick to cut away the burning flesh before it got deeper.
Uuuunnnnfortunately, now their friend didn't have skin on his upper half and they were in the middle of nowhere.
Daemon, inspired by the magic and already half-mad with pain and despair, pointed at the demon's body and managed, "Graft."
His companions, flesh crafters from the start, agreed. They made quick work of it, and there were a few messy spots that left Daemon scarred, but it was a damn sight better.
And, best yet, whatever the blockage, Daemon's new skin graft had granted him access to his magic in ways he couldn't have imagined before.
~
So, After that, Daemon went on the search for more demonskin for another graft, and on the path met with his sister. Luci asked him to hunt down and kill someone for her, a werekin named Eupa. He ignored her request until it became clear that she was refusing to let him have anymore demonskin otherwise.
On the way to do his sister's bidding, Daemon met Brina the Perfect Vessel, eight years old at the time, and in desperate need of a teacher to help control her extremely wild, extremely powerful magic. He changed his mind and volunteered to teach the child.
Five years of that lasted before Luci called Daemon back. He confronted her about her plans, her failures, and told her not to call on him again.
Afterwards, he sought out another tutoring job, I think. He liked helping Brina a lot, and he loved Brina herself a lot, and the teaching gave him a connection with someone in a way he wanted again. So that was what he decided to do. Sorcerer teachers are rare, and ones of his caliber are rarer still.
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