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Lee-Lee
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Nothing of his past life was retained during the transformation. His looks were at least somewhat spared. Other than his skin becoming paler and his canine teeth growing paler his handsome looks were kept. He was given his name when he came to Freiheit. Adriel! His name had rung throughout the halls of the fortress that had already been made when he arrived.
That first night was incredible. He was given a meal and a young human girl to ravage. The next morning they carted her body away but he will never forget that night, how fragile her neck was underneath his fingers. He was strong, but he didn't know why he was strong. The halls were teeming with others like him. He noticed their numbers were made of mainly men. Every once and a while you could see the women but they were forced to wear rags and were only there to satisfy the sexual appetites of the males.
The humans they held were the more interesting subjects. They scurried around the halls with chains wound tight and lash marks on their back. The overseers dragged them around reveling in their lack of strength and speed compared to the demons. It was their fault they didn't turn, so no mercy was ever shown. Few humans were kept around. Less started showing up at the doorstep. Probably warned off from various stories.
Adriel and the demons had something bigger than humans showing up however. First it started with the angels. Their screams of hatred rained down on the fort about half a year after Adriel had found the area. They screamed for purity and ridding of the demons, but they had underestimated the size and force of the demons and had been beaten back. After the small battle the first Demiangel showed up. The angels had already cast them away, but the demons would not accept something that shared similarities with their enemies and cast them away as well.
Adriel had now been alive for thirty years since the change. He was a commanding officer in the shoddy organized military the demons held. The title meant nothing though since the demons didn't fight with any thought in mind. This frustrated him; he envied the precise attacks of the angels sometimes for this very reason. Sighing he laid back onto his bed. He had one of the nicer rooms since he was one of the eldest demons alive. Fuck this war is making me old.
He stared out the window towards Ouranios baring his teeth towards his foes.
(Sorry this one is so long! all of them won't be near this long!)
That first night was incredible. He was given a meal and a young human girl to ravage. The next morning they carted her body away but he will never forget that night, how fragile her neck was underneath his fingers. He was strong, but he didn't know why he was strong. The halls were teeming with others like him. He noticed their numbers were made of mainly men. Every once and a while you could see the women but they were forced to wear rags and were only there to satisfy the sexual appetites of the males.
The humans they held were the more interesting subjects. They scurried around the halls with chains wound tight and lash marks on their back. The overseers dragged them around reveling in their lack of strength and speed compared to the demons. It was their fault they didn't turn, so no mercy was ever shown. Few humans were kept around. Less started showing up at the doorstep. Probably warned off from various stories.
Adriel and the demons had something bigger than humans showing up however. First it started with the angels. Their screams of hatred rained down on the fort about half a year after Adriel had found the area. They screamed for purity and ridding of the demons, but they had underestimated the size and force of the demons and had been beaten back. After the small battle the first Demiangel showed up. The angels had already cast them away, but the demons would not accept something that shared similarities with their enemies and cast them away as well.
Adriel had now been alive for thirty years since the change. He was a commanding officer in the shoddy organized military the demons held. The title meant nothing though since the demons didn't fight with any thought in mind. This frustrated him; he envied the precise attacks of the angels sometimes for this very reason. Sighing he laid back onto his bed. He had one of the nicer rooms since he was one of the eldest demons alive. Fuck this war is making me old.
He stared out the window towards Ouranios baring his teeth towards his foes.
(Sorry this one is so long! all of them won't be near this long!)