The Underdark: The birth of the shadow demon...

[Renor Aphyon]

The Underdark: The birth of the shadow demon...

Here i will start writing a bit more about Shurvayas' past in small chapters, perhaps it will explain more about him and help others understand why is he the way he is. Why some things are rather difficult for him and such, you are free to comment here about each chapter i write and leave some feedback. Some of it will be RP bits i did with one of my best friends, the one who helped me create this great character of mine. Her character's name is Haelolin. And she was basically the one who helped him not only survive trough the years but keep him sane in such a dark world due the fact he always had had a soft heart since his very childhood. Hopefully you will enjoy reading it as much as i enjoy writing them. On a side note, the way i will portray Haelolin may not be the same she would've portrayed it, she's an amazing role player and its the one who helped me become a better role player today. Also keep in mind English is in fact my second language since as i may have mentioned im from Spain, raised in Venezuela and blah blah... So i might make a few mistakes here and there, trust me is bound to happen. This is not only for your enjoyment but also a way for me to practice my writing as im planning on writing an actual book in the future, a vampire book.


Omega~

 

[Renor Aphyon]

"There was a horrifying scream that pierced the dark caves of the underdark that fateful day, the fruits of a warlock's maddening work on demonic arts. A child born from a she devil who reigned over the shadows, conceived by a dumner, a drow. Rulers of the underdark and devoted followers of the demonic spider queen Lloth. The black skinned child with eyes black as the caves that saw his birth, the pupils were golden, with dragon like features that seemed encircled by a red ring. The eyes of a demonic creature who was destined to reign over the shadows and cast them over darkness itself, his abilities already marking the path he would follow as he would cut trough it with his daggers trough the darkness. His name: Shurvayas, which means dagger smith in the dreaded language of the drow..."

Chapter One: Quil'onim The Demonologist...

The sounds of crying and whimpering echoed trough the walls of a former house deep in the cavernous system of the underdark, the walls stained with dried blood and littered with bones and rusty weapons that witnessed a brutal battle and a story of victory and defeat all at the same time. A fraction of its former glory, now a place where ill and diabolical experiments took place. Many of then unspeakable and most horrifying as now the aura that permeated the place could be only created by the most foul and powerful of creatures, demons. All summoned from the Abyss and utilized as test subjects for the nefarious purposes of a demonologist craving for power like no other. A way to turn his mortal body into a creature like no others, a breed of demon that the world has never witnessed. The screams and whimpers of desperation filled the air along with the sound of rattling chains and demonic shrieks that could send shivers down the spine of any that would near the entrance of the former house, they had a sweet tone to them as they could only emanate from a female. Yet no drowess could make such sounds horrendous grunts and shrieks. A female shadow demon, dark as the depths of the abyss from where it was summoned from with vile golden dragon-like eyes that brimmed with tears of fear and desperation was chained to one of the walls of a room deep inside the structure. A man was abusing her and taking advantage of her, raping her as he let out excited groans with a sickening smirk on his lips and a cold look in his eyes mixed with the excitement that stirred within him as he performed his heartless act upon the dark creature. Moments passed as he continued to take advantage of the she-demon, the deed was already done and the man couldn't help but cackle proudly was she dragged the traumatized demon back to a cell with dark iron bars, engraved with odd glowing runes that seemed to contain the demon's magic rendering helpless like an average mortal. Crying, the demoness had already lost all hope and was already wishing the sweet embrace of death; she wrapped her leathery wings around her as she tried to find some sort of shelter. Trying to block the bars that held her captive and the wicked runes that drained her of her powers.

The drow chuckled while he watched her amused with a heart filled with anticipation and pride, the fact he had managed to make a demon not only bear his child but also hunker down in desperation was an extremely satisfying feeling for him that only fed his power hungry ego even more. "Now make sure that child is born, or i will keep using you till you either give me a child or i grow tired of your whining and your crying and end up dead just like the others before you..." The man purred darkly with a spiteful tone behind his words before he walked away with a rather odd looking staff, made from wood and metal, a green faerie fire burned on the head of the staff dimly with a blue light that served the drow move around the abandoned structure. The tip of the cane however possessed a sharp metal tip that clashed against the ground with every one of his steps. Announcing his approach or his location wherever he went, a sound that was burned in the back of her mind which inspired nightmares in her sleep whenever she managed to catch some sleep in the dreaded conditions she was being kept. She felt ashamed, her heart filled with guilt and the utmost repulsion for the one who had just completely taken advantage of her, her kind was not the one being abused nor used for such purposes. Ever. Her feelings quickly turned to hatred and frustration, her cries of pain and despair quickly became furious roars and howls that echoed trough the halls of the structure loudly. Bringing a smirk to the Drow's lips as he found them to be pleasant and music to his ears, she was rather promising in his eyes. She was unable to do anything in her current condition but a silver of hope quickly filled her heart as she realized she was most likely carrying a child, if the man wanted one so badly then she would give him what he wanted, not only that but also give him a bit more than what he asked for. She would raise him to kill the drow first chance the child would get. It will be her way out.

Months passed, the child in her womb was growing at a rather accelerated pace like one would expect from a demon. The drow often brought back bugbears and goblins for the demoness to feed as she drained them off their soul and blood in order to feed the child and herself as he developed. Plotting the child's future ahead of time as the mixed emotions of shame and guilt stirred inside her and quickly turned into pure and unbridled fury. Her eyes were filled with excitement and anticipation as the mere thought of the child slaughtering the drow played in her head over and over again, each time the child killing and shredding the despicable being in a different yet grotesque manner that would cause the most amount of pain a creature could possibly inflict upon another before their very end. Five months had passed, the demoness knew the time was near and she grew impatient, eager to watch the child grow, mold him into such a vile creature that would quickly deliver a swift death to all who opposed him without any hesitation. The child shifted in her womb anxiously and quickly the pain coursed trough her body a few days after, a smirk on her face that was hard to conceal as she dropped on her knees and braced herself against the wall. There was a horrifying scream that pierced the dark caves of the underdark that fateful day, the fruits of a warlock's maddening work on demonic arts. A child born from a she devil who reigned over the shadows, conceived by a dumner, a drow. Rulers of the underdark and devoted followers of the demonic spider queen Lloth. The black skinned child with eyes black as the caves that saw his birth, the pupils were golden, with dragon like features that seemed encircled by a red ring. The eyes of a demonic creature who was destined to reign over the shadows and cast them over darkness itself, his abilities already marking the path he would follow as he would cut trough it with his daggers trough the darkness. His name: Shurvayas, which means dagger smith in the dreaded language of the drow. The warlock watched with a broad grin on his lips as he witnessed the birth of the dreaded creation he had been awaiting for so long, the promise of power and destruction he always dreamed of to seek out his revenge as the very walls that watched the birth of the demon also watched the end of his former house. The last survivor of a house not worth mentioning anymore. And this child was the one who would carry out his revenge on those who did him wrong...



More on the way....