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Yeah, that's right. I figured no one really takes time to read EVERY SINGLE WORD of EVERYONE'S story, so I'll make this one quick and painless. I'm getting excellent karma for this, I'm sure!

In order to fill out that first requirement, I'll just go ahead and say this first: Spite's demeanor is very laid-back and relaxed, but very childish and easily entertained and excited. He has a huge sense of whimsy and will often go out of his way to make things as funny as he can. He loves to make people happy. Of course, most all of this has a shadow cast upon it by the overwhelming laziness he developed after the loss of his wife-to-be. Once he has woken all the way up, however, he shines as a person for all three the hours he can stay active and isn't terribly hard to deal with for the rest of the nine hours he's awake for. The remaining fifteen hours of the day are spent sleeping, usually getting no rest and having nightmares about murder.

I figure this song fits my story quite well.

Well, I was born in a small province in the desert. At around the age of four, my single mother found a new boyfriend that she thought could pose as a father figure for me. I never particularly liked him, because when mother wasn't around he'd eye me with the most ferocious hunger I've ever seen. One day, at an age of roughly five, I stepped into my house to see that creep hanging over my mother. It looked as though she was waiting for me to come home, and dinner was set on the table. She was completely out cold, and the monster behind her turned to me and told me I was a bit late. I ran, but not nearly fast enough. The man caught me, lifted me up, and hugged me. Struggle as I might, I seemed just to tire myself out. But more than that, something else was eating away at my energy. At about that time my uncle came to my aid after hearing my screams. He killed the monster I later learned was a succubus. My mother passed away before my eyes for weeks after that day, slowly, painfully and never quite a person anymore.
I lived with my uncle after that, and had more vitality than anyone I came to know. I never wanted to be caught ever again, and daily I ran as far as I could, as fast as I could, attaching heavier and heavier weights to my calves and often passing out from exhaustion. My speed became legendary, and none could beat me in my quickness.
At the age of seventeen, I met Argent. Argent was a very intelligent, driven, and beautiful woman, and the two of us became very in love. I bought a ring one day, three years after our first date, and proposed to her. She accepted, and that should have been the happiest moment in our lives. But it was instead the worst of mine and the last of hers. When she accepted, we embraced, and kissed, and slowly, I felt more and more excited. I thought this at the time to be natural for a new fiancé. As time progressed Argent became more and more meek until she fell limp in my arms. In pure shock and terror I realized that the succubus that had so nearly killed me had accidentally reversed his magic and pumped me full of his own dark energy in his death, similarly to a mosquito being squeezed to death and vomiting tainted blood into its current victim. My dead bride fell to the ground, and with the stamina of two people I ran away, farther than I had ever known the world to exist.
I took residence in a forest many hundreds of miles away from my home the next day. From that point forward I feared all human contact and found myself praying on small animals for life. In an effort to commit suicide I ended up laying down in a clearing and stayed there for a total of eighteen days. On the final day, an angel appeared before me.
"Truly you have seen tragedy," it said to me, "And I will make no futile effort to comfort your deep wounds. There is, however, no reason you should die at this point. You have no crime to atone for, but if you so desperately need to answer for sins uncommitted, then respond."
I nodded my head slowly. That was all I could do in that state.
"Good, then. We have need for you where we are going. Take my hand."
I did not move.
"Fear not, you would burst before you sapped me of all my energy."
I weakly reached out to the angel's hand, and from the moment I came into contact with its divine light, I was back up to my super-human wellness.
"Follow me. I am aware of your powers, so we shall not travel slowly."