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Tainted Wishes, Forgotten Dreams
The profiles for my characters within this Guild, and perhaps the occasional comment on Guild happenings.
Ire

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Age: Unknown. Looks to be around 23, though.
Race: Demon
Origin: Sheol, seventh layer and heart of Hell, home to the aristocracy and Lucifer himself
Allegiance: It used to be Lucifer, now it’s Selene. Basically, any ambitiously evil person will do, and the more mayhem they allow Ire to cause, the better.
Weapons: A scythe of fire that he can summon at will. The shape of the weapon can vary from time to time, but it usually appears as a scythe. Its name is Acheronia. It is a variation on the word 'acheronian,' meaning 'dark and dismal (as in the Acheron and Styx in Hades).' Ire feels that the purity of the weapon has been tainted, since Damion is often known to use it as well.
Abilities:
Hellfire: This ability is much like Damion’s, but with the added bonus of allowing Ire to create Hellfire of his own. This is handy, as it means that he can use more at one time and more quickly.

Telekinesis: (See Damion)

Stamina: (See Damion)

Pain: A technique that allows Ire to cause great physical pain to someone, while simultaneously siphoning their energy into Ire.

Bio:
In the Past
I was not always imprisoned by that weakling, Damion. Before we were merged, I was free, powerful, and fully alive, and only to eager to do the bidding of my master, Lord Lucifer. Perhaps it was this eagerness, this blind excitement, that led me to my eventual enslavement by that sentimental fool.
It's been centuries, millennia, more time than has been counted by mortals, since I was first forced into Damion’s body. I was angry and ambitious when I joined him, and though Lord Lucifer had called upon me for the task, I was not easily inclined to obey his wishes on this occasion. I placed Damion in as much pain as I could for several days, until I ran out of energy and was forced to drop the attempt, or die. The protest, however, must have alerted Lord Lucifer to a rage within me that he feared, and I must wonder if he knew that I would eventually fade and that Damion would gain control. The thought disgusts me even now, and while I was willing to continue in Lord Lucifer’s service, I was not quite so loyal as I had once been.
For my Lord had greatly insulted me when he bonded me with one so pitiful as Damion; the boy had never been what many considered a true Demon, and seemed to think that kindness was an admirable trait. The brat loathed violence; the only time I was able to get out and have any fun was on those few occasions when I had control. And both Damion and Lord Lucifer made sure that these times were very few indeed.
When Lord Lucifer informed me that I would be receiving a ‘container,’ I was certain that he must have been joking. In spite of the fact that I knew he feared my ambition, I had never expected him to trap me within another, and particularly not Damion. But the Lord of Hell was worried that I would attempt to takeover his throne, and interpreted my love of playing the ‘puppet master’ as a desire to rule. I was forced to accept the new container.
The next several millennia passed in agony. Being trapped within the body of someone as weak and pathetic as Damion was more than I could stand, and although our bodies seemed compatible enough, our different viewpoints made the long years grow wearing. At this point, however, we could still switch back and forth almost at will, though unfortunately Lord Lucifer made the decisions about who emerged and when. Most of the time, he left that idiotic Damion in control, a pity, really, when you knew how incapable he was. Thankfully, I was still released with fair frequency, and being on of the Seven Deadly Sins, the Great Satans, it was I who had control during anything of political importance. Time passed in mundane routines, and slowly Damion and I began to merge more and more. Eventually, even our personalities began to seep together, and I was sickened by my new found levels of emotion.
Lucifer noticed this before anyone else, even, though I am loathe to admit, myself. It was he who sealed me within that horrible, wretched body, only to come out when given permission by Damion, who served as my jailer. I was forced to talk through him to make myself heard. It seemed that Lord Lucifer did not want someone as violent and manipulative as myself to be unrestrained, free to do as I pleased. And as pitiful, as dreadful, as it may have been, Damion made a very effective constraint for my powers.
Our personalities had finally and mercifully been split once again, but there is no doubt that this led to our banishment from Hell. The other Sins did not want someone as weak as my retainer to be on their Council, and as the fool also refused to take sides in the Great War between God and Satan, between the Angels and Demons, attempting to negotiate peace instead, he became a traitor in the eyes of the Sins. We were no longer welcome in Sheol, or indeed any portion of Hell at all. Damion’s compassion had resulted in our mutual ostracization.
We left Hell, and for a very long, very boring time we wandered the earth together, I being forced at all times to remain within Damion’s body. He knew of my increasing boredom, and feared that I would take out my frustration on the humans. It wouldn’t have been a complete waste, though, to destroy the earth. It was a deplorable, polluted place, and it revolted me straight down through my core. It could never match the splendor of Sheol. Surprisingly, even Damion seemed to grow uninterested after a while, and we searched for ways to occupy our time.
Recently
Luck reached me at last, when Damion took an interest in a church near the highschool known as Meiho. I was released, however briefly, and was able at last to exercise my long-unused abilities in battle; though I was swiftly returned within my container, I had had my taste of freedom, and wanted more. My powers began to grow.
We learned of the existence of a great many others who were no longer welcome in their societies, or had no society to go back to. The emotional bonds between them made me feel ill, but of course Damion took an immediate interest in their various plights, and seemed to feel as though they were ‘kindred spirits.’
When I came free in the church, Damion decided it was time we left the human realm. We returned to the Land of the Dead, between Heaven and Hell where we could roam freely and in isolation---until we met back up with several of the people who had been in the church that night, as well as two others whom I did not recognize and little cared to know.
But the dark powers in the Land of the Dead had strengthened me. I began to plot my release from Damion, to fight against him. I was freed by the strong Demonic energy and the brief presence of Lucifer within me, and with my liberation from the imprisonment I had faced for so long, I awakened a sorceress known as Selene, who had been trapped within the girl called Tynave. Selene’s power was impressive, and I was glad to aid her in her search for ultimate control, all the more so after she destroyed God and the man who had imprisoned me—Lord Lucifer. I was also tempted by her hints that she could free me completely, delete the entity of Damion that now slept inside my mind. But Selene was destroyed, and Damion regained control all too soon. I was his prisoner again.
I continued to bide my time, plotting my true escape and waiting for Selene’s return. Those who had battled against us returned to what they surely expected would be a peaceful life, one of normalcy—or something vaguely similar—and quiet. For after all, they thought that we were gone for good.
It seems that things are going my way at last. Damion is alert to the fact that something is happening within him, but he knows not what it is and I intend to keep it that way. Nevertheless, he is ever so fun to taunt, and I enjoy my cryptic chats with him, the nightmares I am able to slip into his sleep.
The passage of time is useful at last, and though I expect Damion will soon notice the changes, soon it will no longer matter; for I am here less and less and less everyday, and soon, oh, so very soon, I will be—blissfully—gone.
Now
My plan has taken over Damion, and though there were a few unexpected side-effects, it seems as though everything will work to my advantage after all. I am looking forward to my queen’s arrival, after all.



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