Tyrant
Well, well, well... nice to meet ya. Name's Tyrant. Probably already knew that. You're about a finger's snap away from pissing your little panties. Heh. Mortals are cute.
So let's get some things straight: I'm kind of a big deal. And word on the street is that you're a piece of shit. That's what I hear anyway. Don't really care if it's true or not. Me, personally, I do love my stinking turds. But boss has to do boss business, and I mean, you're sitting in front of the boss right now. So whatever you did, it was probably really stupid and unappreciated.
Hey hey hey, don't start begging for your little life, because I don't want to hear it. Not even a lil bit. You have to understand, and this comes from the bottom of my heart: I don't give a fuck about you. You are smaller than a flea, and less annoying. You are a feeble mortal with nothing going for him.
But y'know, I am feeling a bit generous today. So tell me this. Who is your family? All of them, don't gotta be shy with me. Mhmmm, good. Is that all? No extra grandpappies or nieces I should know about? No second or third cousins that you're just forgetting? Good, I'm thankful for your honesty.
So here's the deal.
I'm going to bring all of your family here, right now. It'll only take a few minutes really. I have people everywhere for just such occasions. And you see those things over there. Yeah, they look like big X's with straps on them. Yeah, those are used for torture. Who would'a thunk it?! I'm going to strap your family one by one to those things, and slowly have them ripped into 6 separate pieces. then I'm gonna feed them all to my hell hounds. And I'm gonna make you watch the whole time. Sounds like a lot of fun.
Hey, don't get testy with me. No yelling. I wasn't finished. I'm going to do that, or, I could try to find something else. Some terms more amicable to your needs. How about this. Devote yourself to me. You, and your first born child, will both be my servants. You'll be thrown into my army and into battle. And if you're lucky enough to live, I might think about letting the rest of your family go free. If you're not lucky, and die like the idiot you problem are, I'll just reincarnate you, and your first born, endlessly until I get enough use out of you. And any future children from you or your first born? Oh you better believe they're in my army too. Seems like a fair deal for whatever stupid thing you did.
So what is it? A life time of glorious servitude to the Literal Man, big M, me? Or watching all of your family killed in front of you, and THEN a lifetime of eternal suffering?
Oh, look, dinner. I love souls for dinner. Listen, there are about... one... two... 34 souls of apostates over here. Basically a feast. You have until I'm done with this food to make your decisions. And if you don't decide by then I'll.... hey, Court Marshall, the fuck should I do if he doesn't make a choice? Yeah? Oh that's a good one. Yeah, if you don't pick, I'll just force all of your family to serve me for eternity, just like you'll have to. Every single one, and all of their children, for eternity. Now that sounds efficient.
Anyway, this soul here basically tastes like wagyu, so... real busy, baby. Lemme know when you make up your mind. 33 souls to go, so, y'know, tick tock. Mmmm, 32. 31. Big ol' thirty... Count it with me boys.
Divine Domains
Demons, Evil, and The Abyss
Holidays
The Pale Night: The Pale Night was the night of demons and devils, a time when all the horrible things that supposedly went bump in the night did actually begin to bump around the night. Records of this even show that it dates to sometime after the War in Heaven, although records are hard to manage due to their age, and it seems Elves who have memory of this as part of their Reverie trying to recall it specifically find themselves sickened or mentally scarred. Instead, it is described much more succinctly in a human Poem:
The Pale Night is here and rides tonight,
You better shut your windows tight.
Spray the blood on all your house's sides;
And draw the curtains to stay out of sight.
The Pale Night is just about to rise.
It's waiting til the dead of night.
The demons lick their claws as sharp as knives,
And are wiping all the blood across their eyes.
Everybody knows.
If you don't,
Mind your mother's words:
A wicked moon will glow,
And leave your skin unfurled.
Every body knows,
Every body shakes...
The Pale Night is going to eat you.
The Pale Night is going to kill you.
The Pale Night is going to catch you awake.
Thus, The Pale Night was a day when demons, devils, and even worse freely began to wander around the woods, streets, and roads of the world. They were all far empowered beyond their normal means, and actively sought souls for plunder. People were encouraged to take sheep's blood and splash it upon the doorway and doorstep of one's residence, as this was seen as a method of protection, disallowing them from entering. For those poor, sorry souls caught on the road, they surely suffered a worse fate than all.
The Pale Night was a completely unplanned affair, happening anywhere between 1-3 times per year. Oracles, priests, and clerics versed in demonology, were encouraged to perform prophesies and look for signs of the day approaching. Beyond a moon that grew increasingly red over time, there were no obvious signs that the night was approaching. However, when the night did arrive, the moon would be full and turn blood red, and a thin line of clouds along with a fog would roll in. Those unprepared were left to their fates.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Tyrant was the Demon King Aesthma, who conquered The Dirge in the late 6e before the War in Heaven. Empowered by Korva, Garroth, and Brydan, the Demon King eventually led his armies out of The Dirge and into the War in Heaven in an attempt to capitalize on weaker gods. There, he was responsible for slaying The Hammer, where he ascended into his godly form, and used his newfound power to split The Triad before retreating.
Now Tyrant rules within the Abyss, currently fighting a great war against the alternate plane known as The Rift. He has a massive army that he recycles in his endless wars, and is always causing mass havoc whenever he is able to transit between various planes.
Tyrant is feared among all mortals, Humans and Elves most prominently. Various offerings are made to Tyrant throughout the year to ensure you do not become his ire in the future; this is especially true for Clerics and Paladins, as well as others, who may come into mortal combat with demons.
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