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poisonbite01
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The Underworld is an odd place. It's not all fire and brimstone like some believed, nor was it an empty morass of darkness and shadow, like some others believed. It was....a place. That's all that can be said. Its landscape is variable, molded by the minds and powers of those that live in it. Over the course of a thousand years, for example, one human soul, trapped after a deal with a minor devil, watched his patch of the underworld go from a forest of huge, black trees made from stone and spikes to a lush underground cave, full of poisonous mushrooms and monsters. This was due to a leadership change in the area.
Granted, no part of the underworld was entirely 'good', or 'peaceful'. After all, if you get billions of malevolent monstrosities in a place affected by their emotions and desires, chances are the majority of the place is going to be quite nasty.
For one demon, however, the place was not good, or scary, or evil. It was home.
Azu, a simplified version of his own demon name, was reclining on a sofa in his home. The sofa had been brought in by an imp after his master had been murdered, and was quite comfortable on the red-headed creature's human form. His small home had few furnishings, as most of his time was spent fighting in the wars that were always taking place among the demons. His bed, his ice cooler (an interesting device that a time-sleeper had brought back, which, when plugged into the spine of an Electric Zap-hound, would keep anything placed inside it cold), and this sofa was about it. He had numerous books, also taken from the surface world, and a dozen different weapons and suits of armor, as well as various memorabilia from his more...challenging foes.
But Azu was bored. This world, despite its constant changing and never-ending battles, had grown stale. The demon was well over three hundred years old, and already he yearned for exploration, and to get out of this plane and into one of the others. Any other, really.
So, it was with utter delight that he felt the tingling of a portal opening. All demons would feel this sensation, and cast their eyes upwards, seeking the source of the energy. Some would even begin uttering their own spells, trying to get a lock on the energy-signature of the spell-caster, and thus get close to them. This is what Azu did, by muttering a few words that no human mouth should have been able to pronounce. There was a flash, and the tanned human with bright green eyes, slightly pointed ears, and a huge mane of red hair was momentarily swept away, revealing a form much closer to the truth. Ten feet of muscle, black scales, red quills, massive green wings, and a tail that looked like a huge python were visible in the harsh, acid-green light of his spell-work.
Then he was gone, and in front of him stood half a dozen demons, all staring at the rip opening in space before them all.
A summoning spell was a complicated thing, but in its complication, a name was created. In a process that would take decades to explain, the caster's words were turned into a name, a true name that belonged to a demon. However, the name itself is up for interpretation, and the spell so far, had drawn these demons for they all had names similar enough to the spell for it to mean them. If the mage actually knew a part of the name, and consciously uttered it, the selection would narrow monstrously, but this human did not seem to have that knowledge. So, it was the demons's job to choose who got to go through the portal, and Azu chose himself by slaughtering all of his kin on this end, and then he waited for the portal to open enough for him to enter...
Granted, no part of the underworld was entirely 'good', or 'peaceful'. After all, if you get billions of malevolent monstrosities in a place affected by their emotions and desires, chances are the majority of the place is going to be quite nasty.
For one demon, however, the place was not good, or scary, or evil. It was home.
Azu, a simplified version of his own demon name, was reclining on a sofa in his home. The sofa had been brought in by an imp after his master had been murdered, and was quite comfortable on the red-headed creature's human form. His small home had few furnishings, as most of his time was spent fighting in the wars that were always taking place among the demons. His bed, his ice cooler (an interesting device that a time-sleeper had brought back, which, when plugged into the spine of an Electric Zap-hound, would keep anything placed inside it cold), and this sofa was about it. He had numerous books, also taken from the surface world, and a dozen different weapons and suits of armor, as well as various memorabilia from his more...challenging foes.
But Azu was bored. This world, despite its constant changing and never-ending battles, had grown stale. The demon was well over three hundred years old, and already he yearned for exploration, and to get out of this plane and into one of the others. Any other, really.
So, it was with utter delight that he felt the tingling of a portal opening. All demons would feel this sensation, and cast their eyes upwards, seeking the source of the energy. Some would even begin uttering their own spells, trying to get a lock on the energy-signature of the spell-caster, and thus get close to them. This is what Azu did, by muttering a few words that no human mouth should have been able to pronounce. There was a flash, and the tanned human with bright green eyes, slightly pointed ears, and a huge mane of red hair was momentarily swept away, revealing a form much closer to the truth. Ten feet of muscle, black scales, red quills, massive green wings, and a tail that looked like a huge python were visible in the harsh, acid-green light of his spell-work.
Then he was gone, and in front of him stood half a dozen demons, all staring at the rip opening in space before them all.
A summoning spell was a complicated thing, but in its complication, a name was created. In a process that would take decades to explain, the caster's words were turned into a name, a true name that belonged to a demon. However, the name itself is up for interpretation, and the spell so far, had drawn these demons for they all had names similar enough to the spell for it to mean them. If the mage actually knew a part of the name, and consciously uttered it, the selection would narrow monstrously, but this human did not seem to have that knowledge. So, it was the demons's job to choose who got to go through the portal, and Azu chose himself by slaughtering all of his kin on this end, and then he waited for the portal to open enough for him to enter...