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( character created by Fiend ) [ template inspired by Baa ]
( part two )

Her horns and tail had not grown in yet, but her teeth and eyes were the oddities that she hid at the time. It must have been those that had intrigued him, or else he would have tried to kill him. It did not matter what was the cause of these fascinating people taking her in. They treated her like a queen, skipping past the level of a slave.

This is were she experienced any sort of intimate interaction for the first time, through the arts of braiding. The men of the tribe did not cut their midnight colored locks, instead braiding them after their first victory as a sign of manhood. To have it cut was to be disgraced, and to never enter the Night Realm, which was what they referred to the afterlife as. Scelero took a liking to this art, and adopted it quickly.

It must have been his doing, the man she later came to love. He filled the void in Scelero's heart, and she had a love for him that she'd never felt before. This small step into hope was something that wouldn't last very long, but the love left behind was enough to keep him moving.

With this man, whose name he keeps guarded at all times, for fear that other demons would find some way to conjure him up and show how much of a disappointment he would be, Scelero learned of exactly how fertile the female organs were. The birth of this child was what both had looked to, before tragedy struck.

Learning the language was his first taste of knowledge, a taste he grew attached to quickly. There were often civilized peoples who'd attempted to make allies with the savage tribe of horse men, and brought with them gifts. The two that she often cherished were books, and dragon eggs.

The came, one by one, as the illusion of precious stones. They were said to be perfectly preserved, but incapable of hatching. Scelero thought otherwise.

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❝ the perfect storm ❞ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

❝THE ANGELS had found out that the abomination that they had damned had become pregnant, and Scelero became top priority. They devised a plan to indirectly prevent the birth of the child from being born, and from more to be produced. Killing was out of the question for a direct approach, but something indirect could be just as harmful. The savage tribe, known as the Canaanites later, had plans to move north in search of better lands to stay for a while. They had already been a nomadic tribe that ripped through every village they saw, but with the oncoming birth of the chief's child the need for long term placement was at hand.

The village they happened upon within several hours of the Angels' careful planning was wiped out. The men raped the women left from the destruction, and when Scelero saw this, he lashed out. In return for his preventative attitude to save the women from such a thing--the kindness that remained after so many years of hate-- warriors turned. Her husband, married several months into her stay with them, openly listened and agreed with her words. A man of the tribe spat out words of defiance, and small brawl ensued. The man died but her husband received minimal damage. Fear of infection propelled her to ask one of the women she had saved to clean the wounds.

A mistake that he regrets deeply.

A few weeks after said woman had cleaned the wounds, he fell. The great man she'd loved succumbed to infection, dying slowly. She again turned to the same woman for help, who'd voiced her connection to witchcraft. The price for his life was that of another's. They decided on his beloved horse, for the tribe believed them to be connected. In the excitement of the situation, Scelero went into labor. There was only one solution to the issue, and the one woman who could help was communing with the spirits to save her love. They carried her in, forgetting the woman's warning in their haste.

Instead of losing one person dear to her, she lost two.

The woman paid greatly, burned at the stake with all of Scelero's wrath. In that moment, the said dormant eggs hatched, and sprouted out three dragons of beautiful coloring.

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❝ catch and kill them ❞ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

❝THE HATCHING of these dragons was a great victory to Scelero. He took care of the precious creatures, and they in turn showed him the love and affection he had missed. There was nothing that could be done to take them away from him.

Except his agelessness.

The people grew restless, seeing how Scelero never aged. She never sprouted the signs of growing old, always looking so much younger than those around her. Such a device was what turned them suspicious, but they continued to love her still. It presented a problem that needed a solution, and the solution was not so clear until it brought itself in the form of an attack.

A group of more civilized men had grown fed up with the thought of a woman leading a mass of dangerous men around the continent. It was unheard of in those days, but she was to be taken down. They struck at night, during the festivities of a birth in the tribe. They slaughtered those around, including two of her dragons. The third was too small to notice slinking under the corpses for cover.

In the early stages of the raid, Scelero had been impaled by a spear. It was enough to present the illusion of death, but she would live through it. When the raid was done, and the man had left, only the demon and the dragon remained. Both vengeful spirits were left to roam the lands in search of those who have robbed them of their family. In their travels, rumors of a strange beast that hid from the eye carried over to Scelero.

Curious as to what the creature was, she found a litter of Hell Hounds, and a dying mother. She pitied the small pups, but the one most pitied was the runt of the litter. She took him in, as did her dragon, and spent the days traveling.

Stories of the school reached her ears, and her hunger for knowledge-- mostly to confirm the stories-- drove her to find it. She resides their now, holding her demonic position to this day.

( Family )

( mother ) Ruth Lomair
( father ) David Lomair
( hellhound ) Satanophilia

( Species ) Archei Demon
( information ) As an Angel, she had exhibited a favor for thing not so Angel like. In consequence, her fall had been inevitable. Of the ten Archei demon, she is second in power. She doesn't much care for this rank, and would sooner be at the bottom. She is, however, second to Lucifer in command of the delightfully fiery pits of Hell. She loves her place there.
( Class ) Demonizing 101

❝ seven devils all around you ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ seven devils in your head ❞

( character created by by Fiend ) [ template inspired by Baa ]
( part one )

❝ turn your back on mother nature ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ everybody wants to rule the world ❞

( Name ) Scelero Dontass Serville Gromag Divine-Comedia
( pseudonym ) Scel ; Comey ; Divine

( Age ) Older than time
( birthday ) no definite date
( Gender ) Hermaphroditic ; of the x chromosome
( sexuality ) Pansexual
( relationship status ) open

( City of Birth ) Heaven and/or Hell
( ethnicity ) Divine, Demonic

❝ appearance ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ emilia clarke ❞

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Scelero is slender, and tall. She stands at a height of brushing past six feet tall, and a weight of a hundred twenty pounds. Most of this weight is attributed to muscle, although she isn't overly muscular. She has a refined, sort of figure that widens out her hips. Her shoulders slope down to a narrow range, adding to the slender effect. She's full breasted, but often covers it up with heavy clothing as it little more than distracting. Her hair is a silvery blonde. This hue is similar to her complexion, a fair tan bordering on the usual darker ethnic complexion. She was exceptionally lighter skinned than her brothers. Her eyes are a bloody red with little drips of violet, somewhat crimson hue. When hit by the light a certain way, they appear to be a pale cloudy honey color. Her voice is soft, light and airy. It's close to high pitched, but not there.

( Stature ) 6 ft 7 ; 215 lbs
( body type ) pear ; mesomorph

( Facial ) circular ; fair
( eyes ) shift color, mostly blood red
( hair ) silvery white ; waist length
( vocals ) alto ; breathy
( markings ) scars from remains of wings ; horns and tail ; elongated canines

❝ personality ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ burn them to the ground ❞

( vulgar ) obscene ; lewd
Scelero curses worse than a sailor on a bad day. His way of speaking was so often restricted to silence, that he never took to it until the first expletives tumbled off his lips. They were the forbidden fruits, and he was Eve in the glories of profanity. If he was given the chance, his entire vocabulary would have been comprised of sexual terms and derogatory slang. Of curse, he was denied this, but it has only made him want to do so more often now.

( calculating ) shrewd ; cautious
They say that calculating minds are some of the deadliest. And with that assumption in mind, Scelero has a deadly one. He likes to observe a situation before he steps in. In his own little way, he will contribute to things that don't involve him, but an indirect way that keeps things in the order they should have been. He holds on to information that he take sin for later usage, and bides his time with it.

( desperate ) having an urgent need
She's desperate for love, knowledge-- anything there is to be desperate for. When you are robbed of such simple things because of a difference in your biological make-up, it's like killing someone repeatedly. She holds dearly to others when they manage to break down her barriers, to see past the ancient sorrow that fills her. There had only been one person who could have done so, but he has long since passed.

( ravenous ) extremely hungry ; famished
The simple Deadly Sin of Gluttony is one of her biggest personality traits. It's most commonly a hunger for the love she never received, but it is also a physical sort of hunger. If left to her own devices, she'd eat every demon out of house, leaving nothing for them to devour. She'd go as far as to eat the crumbs. On a mental level, she has a hunger for knowledge. She pursues it greatly, and wishes to fill the void which can never be filled with material things.

( patient ) bearing provocation with fortitude and calm
This is one thing that he has held on to from his Angelic years. Aside from being an Angelic quality, this is lightly more so dangerous in his hands. His patience means that he could wait for the longest time before he does anything to someone. They would be mentally attacked with the thought of him biding his time to get them, and this would be seen as a mental torture. The waiting is one thing, the knowing is another.

( likes ) braiding ; dragons ; horses ; fire ; blood ; children
( dislikes ) angels ; ignorance ; flights
( strengths ) torture ; corruption ; mental/physical strength ; wickedness
( weaknesses ) desperation of love ; angels ; fear of self ; self-depreciation

❝ put me in the ring ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'll show you want that big word means ❞

❝THE BIRTH of Scelero Dontass Serville Gromag had been anticipated for many days. The event of having two Angels conceive a child was only to be explored with the birth of this child. The dependency on the correct turn out was immense, and when the first strokes of labor arrived, Angels were gathered as a festival. What they hadn't expected was the absolute failure, or what they saw as one.

Around the same time of Scelero's birth, the Angels had seven pairs of female Angels become impregnated by a male partner. This little experiment had been solely conducted by the Angels, The Almighty playing no part in the decision, as he wished for them to learn to do certain things on their own. Of all the Angel pairings, Scelero was the only one of fault. Seeing that this wouldn't affect their results to heavily, they carried out this way of conceiving new Angel children.

The screaming mongrel that was Scelero was first dubbed male, before they happened upon the female genitalia. Such an event was unheard of for the Angels, a child born of two genders. Her mother in turn cursed her, more so figuratively rather than literally, calling her an abomination. She refused to see the newborn throughout her stay in the maternal ward set up for the project. Without the child present, the naming began, and his fate was sealed.

Scelero's father attempted to love the creature that had left his love's womb. Such a thing should have been expected, but others felt quite the opposite. The oddity wasn't welcome in their home, nor would it be near the created and born Angels. Before Scelero could walk, she was discriminated against. It was the one evil that the Angels had showed, or even admit to showing, in all of their history. Such a thing was kept hidden from all others who came after Scelero's birth. They spoke not of the silent law that deemed him unfit for love, patience, attention, or even hatred.

But, the hatred came all the same.

There were countless meetings among the Angels regarding his birth. They wanted to get rid of him in some way. Killing him was out of the question, as to do so would be to break one of God's twelve absolute laws. However, it didn't stop them from thinking it. The Angels debated the course of action for two years after Scelero's birth, keeping him locked away from sight of the other Angels. One of the Elders on the council decided that they would let the general public decide, no matter how ignorant they were to the situation.

At first, the reaction was simple. They were confused, appalled, and fascinated all in one bundle. They'd never heard of such an event, a child of both genders. They treated him as an inferior creature, which he had then believed to be normal. Then, they began the torture.

When Scelero had just turned ten years of age, a group of young Angels crowded around the placid area that had been designated for him, to keep from "contaminating" the cleaner Angels of his age group. They wasted no time in stripping him of his robes, and doing all sorts of things to him. The boys went as far as stomping on his crotch.

He couldn't walk for days, nor would he eat.

This constant abuse continued on into his teenage years, until he decided that hiding would be the best option.

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❝ all I've felt is pain ❞ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

❝SOME OF the worst years of Scelero's life were those first years into adulthood. He had already become an outcast in the system of Angels, watching as they orbited a force that excluded him. This didn't faze him much anymore, having gone through years of this. His school was limited to what his father and mother could stand to teach him, always under the assumption that he was stupid, or would never learn. Without the essential schooling, Scelero was more than a little ignorant.

He was behind, and no one let him forget that.

When Lucifer announced his defiance, Scelero saw it as a cause to join. Why should she be excluded from being part of something bigger? This simple thought was deadly enough to have him cast out. It was the final act that broke him, even if he hadn't realized it. His defiance was what gave his mother the chance to destroy him, the creature that left her womb only to humiliate and torture her, as she saw it. She was the one who so gladly ripped his wings from his back. She was the one who relished in his screams as he plunged thousands of feet to the ground, all the while gasping apologies and pleads of being forgiven.

When you wish to get rid of something, you do it the best way you can-- when you get the opportunity to do so.

The impact left him scarred and burned for many years. Seeing as he had been one of the first to jump in line to be apart of the resistance against God, Lucifer regarded him with an intrigue that could have been mistaken for a powerful lust. Scelero saw it as so, but had no way to translate any of those emotions back, but to accept the position given to him as the right-hand of the Devil king.

Those first couple years weren't as he had anticipated. The demons that sprouted from Lilith were unruly, and hard to keep in check. Scelero felt as though he were failing his job, the simplest of ones given to him.

So, he took a break from it all on Earth.

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❝ just give me a reason ❞ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

❝WHEN SCELERO first arrived on the surface of the Earth, she was unsure of her location. The land was covered in desert, nearly barren save the few trees and brushes of grass. The first few minutes of peace, that she was beginning to enjoy, were cut short by the thundering of hooves. It was a sound unfamiliar to her, as she had never been part of the many trips down to Earth. The people that rode the four legged beasts, that she later learned to be horses, were exotic and unlike any she'd ever seen before.

Had she not been there any longer, or had one of the horses keeled over and died, she'd never have had the chance to meet him.

It was a small seed that was planted, a small seed of hope.

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