Skillkoil
January 3rd, 2016, 01:17
Tan'Dante Ventore had lived with the stigma of being a Tiefling his whole life. As well as the fear of his malice filled demonic father finally finding him and killing him.. or worse... enthralling him into his service. As he walks into this small godforsaken town he isn't surprised by the muffled whispers about his outward appearance. He stood around Six Feet tall with rose tinged skin. His hair was long and straight and dark as midnight without a moon or stars to fill it. Protruding from his hair near the front of his head were two black ram like horns that swept back along his skull. His silver eyes reflecting the town around him gave no hint as to his intentions. Under his dark crimson cloak were two demonic bat-like wings folded up tight against his body. His cloak also hid his tattered but gold embroidered black robes. However, it could not hide his long tail that flicked lazily back and forth as he paced down the streets of this town. He carried but an oddly crafted quarterstaff and a backpack of gear and bobbles.
Not one human, halfling, elf or otherwise in this town knew the pain that Dante had just escaped. He played the scene over and over in his mind. Returning to his human mother for the first time after becoming a man and setting off on his own. He had been so excited to tell her of his training and of all the sites he had seen. The smell hit him first as he came closer to his mother's small home. That acrid and undeniable smell of sulfur. He burst through the door of his mother's small home and before him was the back of some demonic creature entering a dimensional gate laughing as it stepped through and the magical portal winked from existence as if it had never been there.
Then he saw her...his beloved mother..at least her skeletal remains. Her jaw frozen in time as if screaming in pain and terror...but no sound emitted from his poor mother's corpse. In her favorite corner of the main room where she always loved to sit and read was her now still smoldering bones. The heat had seared them into almost a statue of pain and a mental image that would never leave Dante...
So let these townsfolk stare and mumble, Dante thought to himself. I will become stronger, strong enough to avenge my mother and destroy my father. None of these peasants knew of his dark pact with the Greater Fiend. He would use fire to fight fire... From ashes to ashes.
Not one human, halfling, elf or otherwise in this town knew the pain that Dante had just escaped. He played the scene over and over in his mind. Returning to his human mother for the first time after becoming a man and setting off on his own. He had been so excited to tell her of his training and of all the sites he had seen. The smell hit him first as he came closer to his mother's small home. That acrid and undeniable smell of sulfur. He burst through the door of his mother's small home and before him was the back of some demonic creature entering a dimensional gate laughing as it stepped through and the magical portal winked from existence as if it had never been there.
Then he saw her...his beloved mother..at least her skeletal remains. Her jaw frozen in time as if screaming in pain and terror...but no sound emitted from his poor mother's corpse. In her favorite corner of the main room where she always loved to sit and read was her now still smoldering bones. The heat had seared them into almost a statue of pain and a mental image that would never leave Dante...
So let these townsfolk stare and mumble, Dante thought to himself. I will become stronger, strong enough to avenge my mother and destroy my father. None of these peasants knew of his dark pact with the Greater Fiend. He would use fire to fight fire... From ashes to ashes.