Akor' Dia Valooemah I Queen of Pandemonium I GM
"Stay away!“ he said, voice filled with panic and fear at what he saw.
A creature, that must’ve stood more than eight and a half feet tall was before him. Six eyes embedded into it’s face; three on each side going vertical instead of horizontal; two pitch black; two blood red; and two bright yellow; all glowing. There was no nose. It’s jaw angled downwards and out, and was elongated at least a foot. Rows, upon rows of horrid jagged teeth, all varying in size protruded up and towards him from it’s maw. At it’s back were six charred wings, still burning like ember. There were no breast, or reproductive organs. It was a monstrocity. An abomination. It took a foreboding step forward. He had never seen anything as frightening as this in his life. His nightmares couldn’t even compete with the malevolence it was giving off. He did the only thing he thought logical in this situation. Kilion ran. He could’ve sworn he heard it laugh. A dark, evil, horrible laugh. Then he fell. Pain riddled his lower body. Looking down he saw the reason for the fall. His legs were four feet in front of him. Before he knew it the beast had him by the throat and lifted him into the air above it’s head. Kilion’s own blood dripping down his neck. It was squeezing too tight for him to speak. Though in all likely hood he would have screamed.
"You…are my..salvaaatiion…” It said, eyes unblinking. The way it spoke was unnatural. Human tongue wasn’t meant to come out of such things. The last thing Kilion would ever see as a free spirit, was its gaping maw closing over his head; devouring his soul as he vainly tried to beat it with his fist. His entire being was now the demons, and the demons alone.
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"With the dark power of Sozen's crystal, I call forth Demonai Portemar from the depths of the abyss to do my bidding." said Zabel. He then said the sentence again in Errtu. "Mən teklif etmək , siz pis məxluq çağırır". The words sounded primitive and harsh compared to his native tongue.
Across the vast distance of the lower planes, a demon rested on a makeshift throne of bones collected from denizens it had killed. It looked feminine in appearence, it's right leg propped up on the bony ledge. Her form was slender and lacked any type of clothing; save for a broken crown atop her head. There was a shimmering large red ruby in the center, which looked more lively than anything else in this dull colored world.
"Mən teklif etmək , siz pis məxluq çağırır" came a whisper in its ear.
At first the demon thought itself mad, the only other creature close by was a lowly goblin; whom certainly couldn't speak her tongue so eloquintely. With a disappointed growl the demon tilted it's head back and closed it's eyes. Then it came again, only louder.
"Mən teklif etmək , siz pis məxluq çağırır!" said the voice.
She let out a light chuckle.
"Mən teklif etmək , siz pis məxluq çağırır!"
The third time the voice spoke sparks of black and red electricity formed mid-air a few feet in front of her. Then the demon burst into maniacal laughter. She wasn't going insane, she was being summoned! The demon had an innate ability to sense the general power of the summoner.
"Belə bir zəif məxluq. (Such a weak creature.)" It mused.
For over a millenium it had been dwelling Gehanna, banished from another world by a mighty and divine being known as Azreal. The demon stood from it's throne of bone and slowly walked towards the fritzing electricity.
"Mən teklif etmək , siz pis məxluq çağırır!" came the voice one final time. A portal formed, emitting a loud humming noise that sounded like it was vibrating.
"Belə axmaq. (Such fools.)" said the demon.
There wasn't the slghtest chance she would miss this oppurtunity to escape the innumerable caverns she had been forced to exist within for the past one thousand years. So it passed through.
The demon was pulled from the lower plane of Gehanna, to the world of man in a few seamless moments. It appeared in the center of the pentagram in a flash of darkness. Steam rose from her body like she had just rose from a boiling pot of oil. Besides blurry vision and a light feeling of disorientation, she felt perfectly fine. With hazy vision she looked up and around; noticing a human male in purple robes. His hair was shoulder length and unkempt; nose long and bent; with ivory skin. He didn't look very old judging by what the demon knew of humans.
The mage was astonished that he had indeed managed to summon an entity; though except for the horns and red eyes; the demon didn't look all that intimidating. He noticed the broken crown upon her head, which had initially confused him.
"Mən sizin lideri, dizi üstə durmaq am Zabel!" (Kneel to me for I am your master!)" shouted Zabel.
"Siz heç bir şey lideri.."(You are the master of nothing.) responded the demon; leaning her upper body towards him, and using her thick, exotic lips to put emphasis on the word 'nothing'. She clearly had no respect for the one claiming to be her newfound 'master'. The very thought of serving a lowly human made her literally laugh and shake her head. She started to walk forward casually, almost seductively; hips and breast swaying with her movements.
"Mən heç məlum olan hər kəs ilə yanaşı, öldürmək gedirəm. Bu dünya mənim olacaq. Mən bir queen olacaq" (I'm going to kill you, along with anyone you have ever known. This world shall be mine. I will once again be queen.) arrogantly stated the demon.
The mage looked very displeased with her response. His fingers curled around a staff implanted into the ground. At the top of the staff there was a black crystal being held in place by strands of shining metal.
"Obey!" He roared.
The black crystal turned bright yellow; waves of divine energy flooded her demonic mind, body, and soul. Pure white projected from her eyes and open mouth, and she let out a blood curdling scream that sent chills down even the seasoned wizards back.
With all of her will she tried to remain on her knees, but the pain was simply too much to bear, even for a demon such as she; leading her to fall onto her right knee, back hunched over. Not even banishment from the self proclaimed angel Tyriel caused her this much pain. In that moment was when she regretted not lashing out and killing the human immediately.
The mage grinned.
"Sizin lideri kimdir? (Who is your master?) he questioned when her screaming ceased.
When the demon refused to acknowledge him as her master he tapped the end of the staff against the ground. Almost instantly that same unforgiving pain riddled her body, as a howl of agony left her throat. She fell to the ground completely after this, feeling weaker than she ever had, body nearly drained of all its energy.
"Daha bir zaman ölüm deməkdir . Not sürgün , yaşamaq itirir (Once more and you will die. Not banished, the entirety of your existence will be obliterated.) said the wizard in such a way the demon knew he couldn't possibly be bluffing.
"I will ask you a final time. Who is your master?" he asked this time in his native language. He had an inkling that the demon could understand.
The demon thought hard about what her response was going to be. Usually when a human said they were going to kill a demon, they meant banish. This wizard claimed he was able to giver her what the demonic call a 'true death'. In all of her existence she had been above all else, one who excelled in the art of survival. Even if there was only a slim chance of his words being truthful, she wasn't going to take the risk.
"Zabel. My master is Zabel."
"Wise choice, demon. Now tell me who you are."
"My name is Akor'Dia Valooemah...youngest daughter of The Morning Star; Queen of Pandemonia; former leader of the Black plague; and left hand to death itself."
All scholars and masters of the arcane arts of magic and witchcraft knew of the fabled arch-demon referred to 'The Morning Star'. Legends state he is the multiverse's first true demon, and holder of cataclysmic power. Many believe the entity to be a myth, but Zabel knew otherwise.
"Do you know where you are, which realm?" He asked.
"Clearly a world with humans, but I cannot be certain which realm. I have never been here." she answered.
While Shi'ariaz was answering these questions her mind was racing trying to figure a way to seperate the Wizard from the staff; as that was where she believed he drew such immense power. Had she detected such a wicked weapon on the other side of the portal she wouldn't have dared to cross; but rather bide her time until another chance came to fruition.
"Is this your -true- form?" He asked.
She smiled, now once again in a kneeling position.
"No, it is not. My natural form is far less aesthetically pleasing. Though I am what others of your kind refer to as a forma dəyişik."
The wizard nodded. This meant she was able to shift her form into nearly anything her imagination could conjure. The limits being anything absurdly large or small.
"Given your numerous titles, you are powerful yes?"
"To put it simply; the only reason you are still alive, human, is due to the fact that I have not consumed a soul in over a thousand years. Regardless of how much strength your little staff contains, I very much doubt it would be able to have the effect it has had thus far."
"Interesting," commented Zabel. "I have summoned all for but a simple task, chaos demon."
"I am not a demon you meet at a crossroads. What makes you think I can be bargained with?"
"The fact of the matter is, Akor'Dia, if I willed it so you would be dead."
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Akor'Dia Valooemah, a name that is revered throughout all of the cavernous underdark, homeland of the infamous dark elves. She has accomplished much in her four-hundred years of malevolent life, but today is one of historic proportions. Utilizing her wits, influence, along with betraying her very own mother; She has become the first Queen in the history of Drow.
She stood proudly, a look of contempt on her face. Pure white, menacing eyes gazing at the twenty-thousand individuals before her in the absurdly large, open cavern. She dawned jewels around her neck, on her wrist, ankles, and even face. The Drow's eyes perceive light and color on a different spectrum than other races such as humans. To those in attendence it was the display of a broad range of magnificent lights.
Beside her was her sister Shi'ariaz, a much younger drow of only two-hundred years. She was lithely built, her skin a lighter shade of grey then the new found Queen. Her sibling dangled loosely on her frame, right arm draped around Akor'Dia's neck. There was something odd about the way Shi'ariaz was attached to her.
The drow's cheered loudly, screaming praise to the Spider-Queen Lloth. Shi'ariaz slipped from her sister and moved to address her kinfolk. "This is a new night for the drow!" She shouted, voice still managing to be sensual. "Over five-thousand years ago we were driven to the Underdark, but under the guidance of Akor'Dia, our Queen, we shall rise again!" the intensity in her tone was genuine. Akor'Dia didn't move, nor flinch in the slightest. She simply observed the happenings grinning inwardly.
"Stay away!“ he said, voice filled with panic and fear at what he saw.
A creature, that must’ve stood more than eight and a half feet tall was before him. Six eyes embedded into it’s face; three on each side going vertical instead of horizontal; two pitch black; two blood red; and two bright yellow; all glowing. There was no nose. It’s jaw angled downwards and out, and was elongated at least a foot. Rows, upon rows of horrid jagged teeth, all varying in size protruded up and towards him from it’s maw. At it’s back were six charred wings, still burning like ember. There were no breast, or reproductive organs. It was a monstrocity. An abomination. It took a foreboding step forward. He had never seen anything as frightening as this in his life. His nightmares couldn’t even compete with the malevolence it was giving off. He did the only thing he thought logical in this situation. Kilion ran. He could’ve sworn he heard it laugh. A dark, evil, horrible laugh. Then he fell. Pain riddled his lower body. Looking down he saw the reason for the fall. His legs were four feet in front of him. Before he knew it the beast had him by the throat and lifted him into the air above it’s head. Kilion’s own blood dripping down his neck. It was squeezing too tight for him to speak. Though in all likely hood he would have screamed.
"You…are my..salvaaatiion…” It said, eyes unblinking. The way it spoke was unnatural. Human tongue wasn’t meant to come out of such things. The last thing Kilion would ever see as a free spirit, was its gaping maw closing over his head; devouring his soul as he vainly tried to beat it with his fist. His entire being was now the demons, and the demons alone.
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"With the dark power of Sozen's crystal, I call forth Demonai Portemar from the depths of the abyss to do my bidding." said Zabel. He then said the sentence again in Errtu. "Mən teklif etmək , siz pis məxluq çağırır". The words sounded primitive and harsh compared to his native tongue.
Across the vast distance of the lower planes, a demon rested on a makeshift throne of bones collected from denizens it had killed. It looked feminine in appearence, it's right leg propped up on the bony ledge. Her form was slender and lacked any type of clothing; save for a broken crown atop her head. There was a shimmering large red ruby in the center, which looked more lively than anything else in this dull colored world.
"Mən teklif etmək , siz pis məxluq çağırır" came a whisper in its ear.
At first the demon thought itself mad, the only other creature close by was a lowly goblin; whom certainly couldn't speak her tongue so eloquintely. With a disappointed growl the demon tilted it's head back and closed it's eyes. Then it came again, only louder.
"Mən teklif etmək , siz pis məxluq çağırır!" said the voice.
She let out a light chuckle.
"Mən teklif etmək , siz pis məxluq çağırır!"
The third time the voice spoke sparks of black and red electricity formed mid-air a few feet in front of her. Then the demon burst into maniacal laughter. She wasn't going insane, she was being summoned! The demon had an innate ability to sense the general power of the summoner.
"Belə bir zəif məxluq. (Such a weak creature.)" It mused.
For over a millenium it had been dwelling Gehanna, banished from another world by a mighty and divine being known as Azreal. The demon stood from it's throne of bone and slowly walked towards the fritzing electricity.
"Mən teklif etmək , siz pis məxluq çağırır!" came the voice one final time. A portal formed, emitting a loud humming noise that sounded like it was vibrating.
"Belə axmaq. (Such fools.)" said the demon.
There wasn't the slghtest chance she would miss this oppurtunity to escape the innumerable caverns she had been forced to exist within for the past one thousand years. So it passed through.
The demon was pulled from the lower plane of Gehanna, to the world of man in a few seamless moments. It appeared in the center of the pentagram in a flash of darkness. Steam rose from her body like she had just rose from a boiling pot of oil. Besides blurry vision and a light feeling of disorientation, she felt perfectly fine. With hazy vision she looked up and around; noticing a human male in purple robes. His hair was shoulder length and unkempt; nose long and bent; with ivory skin. He didn't look very old judging by what the demon knew of humans.
The mage was astonished that he had indeed managed to summon an entity; though except for the horns and red eyes; the demon didn't look all that intimidating. He noticed the broken crown upon her head, which had initially confused him.
"Mən sizin lideri, dizi üstə durmaq am Zabel!" (Kneel to me for I am your master!)" shouted Zabel.
"Siz heç bir şey lideri.."(You are the master of nothing.) responded the demon; leaning her upper body towards him, and using her thick, exotic lips to put emphasis on the word 'nothing'. She clearly had no respect for the one claiming to be her newfound 'master'. The very thought of serving a lowly human made her literally laugh and shake her head. She started to walk forward casually, almost seductively; hips and breast swaying with her movements.
"Mən heç məlum olan hər kəs ilə yanaşı, öldürmək gedirəm. Bu dünya mənim olacaq. Mən bir queen olacaq" (I'm going to kill you, along with anyone you have ever known. This world shall be mine. I will once again be queen.) arrogantly stated the demon.
The mage looked very displeased with her response. His fingers curled around a staff implanted into the ground. At the top of the staff there was a black crystal being held in place by strands of shining metal.
"Obey!" He roared.
The black crystal turned bright yellow; waves of divine energy flooded her demonic mind, body, and soul. Pure white projected from her eyes and open mouth, and she let out a blood curdling scream that sent chills down even the seasoned wizards back.
With all of her will she tried to remain on her knees, but the pain was simply too much to bear, even for a demon such as she; leading her to fall onto her right knee, back hunched over. Not even banishment from the self proclaimed angel Tyriel caused her this much pain. In that moment was when she regretted not lashing out and killing the human immediately.
The mage grinned.
"Sizin lideri kimdir? (Who is your master?) he questioned when her screaming ceased.
When the demon refused to acknowledge him as her master he tapped the end of the staff against the ground. Almost instantly that same unforgiving pain riddled her body, as a howl of agony left her throat. She fell to the ground completely after this, feeling weaker than she ever had, body nearly drained of all its energy.
"Daha bir zaman ölüm deməkdir . Not sürgün , yaşamaq itirir (Once more and you will die. Not banished, the entirety of your existence will be obliterated.) said the wizard in such a way the demon knew he couldn't possibly be bluffing.
"I will ask you a final time. Who is your master?" he asked this time in his native language. He had an inkling that the demon could understand.
The demon thought hard about what her response was going to be. Usually when a human said they were going to kill a demon, they meant banish. This wizard claimed he was able to giver her what the demonic call a 'true death'. In all of her existence she had been above all else, one who excelled in the art of survival. Even if there was only a slim chance of his words being truthful, she wasn't going to take the risk.
"Zabel. My master is Zabel."
"Wise choice, demon. Now tell me who you are."
"My name is Akor'Dia Valooemah...youngest daughter of The Morning Star; Queen of Pandemonia; former leader of the Black plague; and left hand to death itself."
All scholars and masters of the arcane arts of magic and witchcraft knew of the fabled arch-demon referred to 'The Morning Star'. Legends state he is the multiverse's first true demon, and holder of cataclysmic power. Many believe the entity to be a myth, but Zabel knew otherwise.
"Do you know where you are, which realm?" He asked.
"Clearly a world with humans, but I cannot be certain which realm. I have never been here." she answered.
While Shi'ariaz was answering these questions her mind was racing trying to figure a way to seperate the Wizard from the staff; as that was where she believed he drew such immense power. Had she detected such a wicked weapon on the other side of the portal she wouldn't have dared to cross; but rather bide her time until another chance came to fruition.
"Is this your -true- form?" He asked.
She smiled, now once again in a kneeling position.
"No, it is not. My natural form is far less aesthetically pleasing. Though I am what others of your kind refer to as a forma dəyişik."
The wizard nodded. This meant she was able to shift her form into nearly anything her imagination could conjure. The limits being anything absurdly large or small.
"Given your numerous titles, you are powerful yes?"
"To put it simply; the only reason you are still alive, human, is due to the fact that I have not consumed a soul in over a thousand years. Regardless of how much strength your little staff contains, I very much doubt it would be able to have the effect it has had thus far."
"Interesting," commented Zabel. "I have summoned all for but a simple task, chaos demon."
"I am not a demon you meet at a crossroads. What makes you think I can be bargained with?"
"The fact of the matter is, Akor'Dia, if I willed it so you would be dead."
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Akor'Dia Valooemah, a name that is revered throughout all of the cavernous underdark, homeland of the infamous dark elves. She has accomplished much in her four-hundred years of malevolent life, but today is one of historic proportions. Utilizing her wits, influence, along with betraying her very own mother; She has become the first Queen in the history of Drow.
She stood proudly, a look of contempt on her face. Pure white, menacing eyes gazing at the twenty-thousand individuals before her in the absurdly large, open cavern. She dawned jewels around her neck, on her wrist, ankles, and even face. The Drow's eyes perceive light and color on a different spectrum than other races such as humans. To those in attendence it was the display of a broad range of magnificent lights.
Beside her was her sister Shi'ariaz, a much younger drow of only two-hundred years. She was lithely built, her skin a lighter shade of grey then the new found Queen. Her sibling dangled loosely on her frame, right arm draped around Akor'Dia's neck. There was something odd about the way Shi'ariaz was attached to her.
The drow's cheered loudly, screaming praise to the Spider-Queen Lloth. Shi'ariaz slipped from her sister and moved to address her kinfolk. "This is a new night for the drow!" She shouted, voice still managing to be sensual. "Over five-thousand years ago we were driven to the Underdark, but under the guidance of Akor'Dia, our Queen, we shall rise again!" the intensity in her tone was genuine. Akor'Dia didn't move, nor flinch in the slightest. She simply observed the happenings grinning inwardly.