Halavour, Devourer of Souls

Written by StillnessandSilence

Some Maleficae were once mortal, living in peace among the races of the land. However, some were seduced by the promises of the Aybssi Domani—promises of power and unnaturally long life. These bargains come at a steep cost, stripping away all traces of their former mortality and humanity. Consumed by their quest for power, they lose themselves entirely. One such creature is Halavour, the Devourer of Souls.
Halavour was born to the Orc Clan Boneblood, a tribe renowned for their brutal combat prowess and unyielding spirit. The warriors of Boneblood were born fighters, their fists as deadly as any blade. But Halavour was different—small and weak compared to his kin. To his clan, he was a disappointment, an orc who could never live up to their expectations.
Determined to prove his worth, Halavour left the clan and wandered the vast Plains of Uzrash as a young orc. It was during these aimless travels that his fate took a dark turn. Deeper into the wilds, he followed a voice—a whisper that promised greatness, a way to matter.
The voice led him to the heart of the twisted woods, where he found himself standing before a gnarled, ancient tree. Its bark seemed alive, contorted with grotesque shapes that resembled faces frozen in agony. The tree called to him.
“Halavvvourrrr...” it whispered, the sound like the wind sighing through the dead branches.
“If yooou... wa...nt... power... Eaaaat... the fru...it...”
Halavour’s gaze lifted, and he saw it: a single bloodfruit hanging from the twisted branches. It pulsed faintly with an unnatural, crimson light, as if alive. The fruit was just out of reach, tempting him to stretch higher. The air around the tree was unnaturally cold, and the wilds were alive with the eerie sounds of the night.
Halavour’s journey with the twisted tree and the elusive Blood fruit seems to symbolize endurance and growth. His struggles—initially too weak, eventually strengthening over time—depict a gradual transformation. His attempts shape his body and character, and the repetitive nature of his daily routine emphasizes his resilience. This pattern of striving, hunting, and attempting to reach the fruit could also symbolize personal sacrifice, where each failure and injury is a step toward achieving something much more significant.
The Bloodfruit taunted him as time passed, its strange crimson glow pulsing like a heartbeat. The twisted, changing black limbs of the trees seemed to mock his every attempt. But Halavour had transformed, his body now stronger, leaner, and more like the hardened warrior he had become through months of grueling effort.
Finally, after six long months of labor and the dark whispers of the tree, he reached the Bloodfruit. Plucking it from its branch, he landed heavily on the ground. The fruit pulsed in his hand as he stared into the fading dusk, contemplating whether to consume it, the voice promising him power and glory.
Finding his courage, Halavour plucked the bloodfruit and bit into it. The taste was vile—bitter and rotten—and its rancid juices flowed over his tusks and dripped down his chin. He gagged as the overwhelming flavor clawed at his throat, but he forced himself to swallow. Almost instantly, the world fell away, and he was plunged into darkness.
Halavour felt as though he had died. Time lost meaning, and his body burned as if consumed by fire. When he finally awoke, he found himself transformed. His body was stronger, his muscles taut with newfound power. His veins pulsed visibly beneath his skin, glowing faintly as if charged with energy.
Before him stood another orc, wide-eyed and trembling as though he had stumbled across a predator. The voice returned, whispering inside Halavour's mind, urging him.
“Take its soul...”
The command awakened something primal and insatiable within him. He could feel the hunger in his bones, a need so consuming it drowned out reason. With savage ferocity, Halavour lunged at the orc. He tore into him, not with teeth or claws, but with a force that reached beyond the physical. He ripped the orc’s very soul from his body, drawing it deep into himself.
A rush of power surged through Halavour, unlike anything he had ever known. The voice spoke again, cold and commanding.
“You will need more... to survive.”
Thus, on the Plains of Uzrash, Halavour the Soul Devourer was born. Stories of his atrocities spread like wildfire. It is said that he still roams the land, a living nightmare, feasting on souls to sustain his unholy power. Many from across Selenia have tried to stop him, but none have returned to tell the tale.

Basic Information

Anatomy

Halavour, towering at twice the size of a typical orc, exudes a fearsome presence. His dark skin is marked with ritualistic scarification and blood rune tattoos, symbols of his violent heritage. A belt adorned with skulls and a wyrmhide loincloth reinforce his savage image. His face is hidden behind the skull of a slain demon, with eyes glowing an eerie red, a testament to his dark power. Muscles rippling with strength, he wields the sword of a long-dead Bloodbone clansman, embodying both ancestral honor and brutal dominance.

Middle Dae, or Maleficae, represent a more dangerous breed of demons, striving for power and capable of inflicting significant damage on the world around them. They are also capable of shifting forms to those of that inhabit the world with some playing out long term plans to enact their goals. They can as well command the Infernal Scirpi and often use them as underlings, providing them a layer of safety and portection. Characteristics
Physical Appearance: Maleficae are larger and more menacing than their Lesser counterparts. They often exhibit more formidable features, such as twisted limbs, darkened skin, and a grotesque elegance that reflects their corrupted nature.
Ambition: Driven by a relentless pursuit of power, these demons target key locations and influential individuals, seeking to sow discord and destruction.
Abilities
Middle Dae possess larger-scale destructive magic, including:
Summoning Storms: They can call forth tempests that ravage landscapes and cause widespread panic.
Blight Spells: They can induce decay in living things, causing crops to wither and wildlife to perish.
Shape-Shifting: Maleficae can transform into human forms, allowing them to blend in with mortals. This ability makes them particularly dangerous, as they can seduce and manipulate individuals to achieve their goals, often using charm and allure to ensnare their victims.

Average Height

12 ft

Average Weight

892 lbs