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A member of the Infernal Guard, Sentinel's elite legion of personal bodyguards and shock troops.
These fiendish servants of Her Excellency stand waiting on the other side of the Death Portal, 169 members strong, waiting to serve their Mistress' diabolical wishes. During her time spent fighting, struggling, suffering in The Darkness, Sentinel's hatred and misery grew and grew and grew, until it was all she understood. An overpowering desire to inflict these feelings upon all others soon consumed her. The dark aethers of Gaia's Underworld are sensitive to such intent, even across dimensions -- and hers was a powerful one, so fiery and poisonous, so strong and enduring that it dwarfed the evil desires of any mortal being by comparison. From this, the Infernal Guard was born, molded from the very substance of the Underworld by sheer will.
Each member of the Guard is bound to Her Ladyship's will, symbolized by the collars around their necks from which the symbol of S.I.N. hangs. Their flesh is carved from lava rock and brimstone, causing them to leave the stink of demons wherever they go. Every Guardsman radiates heat like an oven, and their clothing, rumored to have been sewn together from the tanned hides of murdered children, has been enchanted to prevent it from bursting into flame. They wear no armor, relying on their stone flesh to protect them from harm. The steel needed to forge their weapons, such as the mace held by this specimen (a favorite tool of destruction and indiscriminate murder with Her Dark Majesty), came from the metal bones of several demons, slain by the bare hands and relentless brutality of these unholy soldiers. Each Guardsman's instrument of slaughter is crusted with many, many years' worth of dried blood and gore, a sign of their time spent wandering through the various realms of the Underworld. They have no eyes, since they were ripped from their sockets upon the Guard's creation. Instead, they possess small, glowing embers the hue of newly rended flesh, tiny pieces of Sentinel's hatred that allow them to see things no average mortal can.
No being, demonic, mundane, or otherwise, knows what the face of a Guardsman looks like. The hoods each member wears conceals whatever hideousness is hidden beneath. Supposedly, their appearance is so wretched that even Her Greatness is unable to look upon them, since they are the true image of her twisted malice.
When the time came, when Sentinel was released from her centuries-long prison, they assembled at the Underworld side of the Death Portal. Waiting for their Mistress to finally greet them and unleash their vicious wrath. But the time came and went, and the Portal did not open. Sentinel had been thwarted. But still, they wait there, silent and ready.
Even though Sentinel has lost her power, the Guard still belongs to her. They trust in their creator and her ever-present hatred. They believe that it is only a matter of time before she rises again, ready to make a second attempt to open the pathway to the middle realm. Time passes, things change, and eventually, all comes full circle.
They will wait all of eternity if they have to, prepared to trample Gaia beneath their feet for their Queen. And when that time comes, no one, not the Overseer, not Jack, not the gods themselves, will have the strength to stop them.
 Master Nemesis · Sun Jan 17, 2010 @ 02:45pm · 0 Comments |
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