DepressedDuck
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Post by DepressedDuck on Mar 18, 2019 16:36:56 GMT -6
Berith is interesting to me. If this write-up of him and his powers makes sense, I might take control of him. If I don't, consider this fuel for his backstory.
Many demon princes were born, but not as we are born. Darkness was their midwife as they slithered into existence from parts unknown. They have existed since the world began, or at least, as soon as there were humans to imagine them. But Berith, unlike many of his companions, was once a man. Born a long time ago, perhaps in the first cities on the Indus, living in a mud hut that leaked when it rained and stank when the sun beat down, drinking foul water and eating the first bread. But he was a man. As could be expected, he was angry, or at least had a temper. But his anger came from somewhere deep inside. It was a confusing feeling. He found it hard to articulate this rage when he got into arguments with his wife (and he did take a wife,) only that it was deep and primal, core to who he was. It almost seemed supernatural. It was not. His wife died, leaving her cold body on the banks of the Indus to rot, and Berith flew into his greatest rage yet. He threw wild punches, he stomped his feet in the mud and bit at the air and foamed at the mouth, and he did scream. And it was only then, as fifteen men held him down in the mud of the Indus, that he realized. Anger is a complicated emotion, because it does not stand alone. If you are angry at something, you care about it. You may wish for something different, and rage against your circumstances, but all rage comes from care, because If you did not care, you would not be angry. Berith lived in a world where he could love things, and have them taken away. Where children could die before they could speak. Where people may never know the full reason for their existence, as they die to starvation or thirst or the predators of man who hide in darkness, where you cannot see. Where stars were placed in the sky, and nobody knew how far away they were, and their distant lights would forever be a mystery. The world was large and our lives are small, and everybody just nodded and accepted it and bore that weight like they didn't even care! And it did not have to be this way.
He refused to accept the world. And with that decision, the primordial spark of anger became infinite rage against the confines of his existence. It was so strong that even the nascent demons of hell noticed his soul. They offered him power, and he took it, and he struck back against those who gave him power, for he was just as angry at them as he was at everything else. His rage stoked the flame ever higher, and the great demon princes were forced to confine him, like a wild animal, in the demonic palaces they call home. For if they did not, he would come for them too, and while he could not kill them, (they hoped,) he would not be shrugged off without effort, and such exertion would leave the attacked prince weak to a backstab from another. He is only friendly to Abbadon, who he considers in alliance, and the order to rise to the surface was delivered through him, for Pythius knew he would not listen, and tear the messenger to pieces.
He is not a demon prince by coronation. He is a demon prince by recognition of his power. And like all Demon Princes, he has a goal.
He's going to get so angry, that nobody else can stop him. He will tear hell to pieces. He will rip the stars from heaven, and bring them to earth so that all may see. He will defeat the concept of hatred, and then he'll tear the world apart with his bare hands, back to the primordial chaos which it came from.
Through rage, through violence, destroy everything.
And make something better.
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