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: Whomever works for good
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).' Damion feels tainted whenever he uses the weapon, knowing that he is using something Ire is fond of as well.
Abilities:
Hellfire: Damion can summon the flames of Hell and manipulate them to his bidding. It is a basic technique, but effective.
Telekinesis: A limited ability, as Damion can only use it on items that he would be able to lift himself. Any time he uses telekinesis on an object, it will use the same amount of Damion’s energy as though he had physically moved it.
Stamina: Another basic one, this technique is an inherited ability that allows him to battle without feeling pain or fatigue. It can be dangerous, however: without pain or exhaustion to warn them, its user becomes unable to tell when its vitals are growing critically low.
Transfer: An ability that Damion has yet to be aware of, and yet one that may grow useful in the fight against Selene, Ire, and Chaos. Transfer literally allows Damion to move pain or injury from one person to another; it works the same on health or energy. It could be called a healing technique, though since it can be used for harm as well, this would be inaccurate. Causing pain uses much of Damion’s reserves, and like telekinesis, it takes the same amount of energy as though he had inflicted the damage himself.
Bio:
In the Past
Let me begin simply by saying that I am not entirely sure of what is happening myself. All I know, I have gathered from past events, both ancient and recent, and my experience with Ire. There will be many questions that you all may have that I will be unable to answer.
It's been centuries, millennia, more time than has been counted by mortals, since Ire and I first became one. I was young and stupid when I joined him, and Lucifer had called upon me for the task. In retrospect, the King of Hell may have realized himself what was going to happen, that Ire would eventually fade and that I would gain control. Even at a young age, my personality had never been quite....normal, for those who lived in Sheol, the deepest portion of Hell. And Ire was the epitome of evil and violence, and everything that Sheol stood for. Many of the Demons revered him for his cruelty and cunning; I think it was this that Lucifer feared. I doubt he noticed that Ire was never the controlling type. He preferred to sit on the sidelines, a parasite to the royalty and those in power. But he was dangerous nevertheless, and everyone knew it.
When Lucifer asked me to be the container for Ire, I was flattered beyond logic and reason. In spite of the differences between myself and other Demons, I was still eager to honor my king, and to be of use to someone so magnificent as Lord Lucifer. I accepted.
The next several millennia passed without any particular significance. Ire and I, though our personalities distinctly clashed, made a very compatible couple when it came to sharing a body. We could switch back and forth almost at will, and of course Lucifer made the decisions about who emerged and when. Most of the time, he left me in control, though naturally it was Ire---being one of the Seven Deadly Sins, the Great Satans---who was present during anything of political importance. Time passed in mundane routines, and slowly Ire and I began to merge more and more. Eventually, even our personalities began to seep together.
Lucifer noticed this before anyone else, even Ire and myself. It was he who sealed Ire within, only to come out when I allowed him, forced to talk through me to make himself heard. I think that Lord Lucifer did not want someone as violent and manipulative as Wrath of the Deadly Sins to be completely loose and out of control. And I made a very effective restraint for his powers.
Our personalities had been effectively split once again, but I believe this was the reason for our banishment from Hell. The other Sins did not want someone as weak as Ire's retainer to be on their Council. I also refused to take sides in the Great War between God and Satan, between the Angels and Demons. I attempted to negotiate peace, and this made me a traitor in the eyes of the Sins.
We left Hell, and for a very long, very lonely time we wandered the earth together. The human realm, while interesting, was never truly home. Neither Ire nor myself wished to stay there, and we searched for ways to occupy our time.
Recently
Eventually, we met Mitsuki, Sebastian, and a few others in a church near the highschool known as Meiho. 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. I think I took more interest in this than Ire; he was merely looking for the next piece of entertainment.
When Ire came free in the church, I left the human realm. I returned to the Land of the Dead, between Heaven and Hell where I could roam freely and in isolation---until I met up once more with Mitsuki and Sebastian, and was introduced to Adam and Tynave.
But in the Land of the Dead, Ire had begun to stir. He was released by the strong Demonic energy and the brief presence of Lucifer within me, and he used his newfound freedom to awaken the sorceress known as Selene, who had been trapped, much like Ire, within Tynave. The two made a lethal and formidable pair, Selene leading and Ire acting her right hand man. We all fought against them, I battling Ire from the inside while the others took on both Selene and Wrath from without.
In the end, we managed to defeat her, but it was not without a few losses.
I had hoped that after Selene was gone, after I had completely overpowered Ire so many times, after we had returned to the relative calm of Mitsuki's temple, that things would go back to normal; or at least some semblance of the idea.
A few nights ago I had a dream. Everything had burned, and everyone I had grown close to was huddled together, clearly in terror. And when I tried to help, they were afraid. Ire had been released, and destroyed everything.
I know that the Demon is planning something, but what it is, I cannot say. All I have is what he's told me: that he will be here less everyday, that changes will be happening soon, and that the passing of time is useful to him. I have no idea what any of it means.
Now
Something has happened that I cannot remember. I fear Ire’s plan has been set in motion at last, and it worries me. Now Nathanial is here....things are growing dangerous, and I doubt it will be long before Selene shows her face again. The war is growing.
