Anvil
Aggressive - Vulgar - Intelligent
Pet Information
Pet Name: Anvil
Owner: Athlyn
Theme / Type: Inferno Belragoth
Born: February 13, 2014
Gender: Male
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 20 / 20
Strength: 25
Defense: 0
Speed: 20
Intellect: 20
Misticpower: 1
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
| Attached Weapons | |
Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 2/1254 [ View Foods ]
1. - Baking Powder
2. - Drink Me Potion
2. - Drink Me Potion
Pet Profile
Thank you Joy for this demon.
Avatar made by Aurora
I will always love You
This is all Your fault!
Name: Aviltarion Havlent
Nickname: Anvil
Age: Ancient
Race: Demon
Gender: Male
Occupation: Demonic Blacksmith
Orientation: Bisexual
Status: Single (Torn away from his soul mate)
Skin: Pale
Hair: Deep Red
Eyes: Bright Red
Weight: 217 lbs
Personality: He can be a very kind man, but only if he likes you. If not, then be prepared for a manipulating, silver tongued liar. He has a way with his words and will do anything to collect your soul to meld in to his runic powered weapons.
Art done by Fox
The fire crackled and hissed as the metal sat in it, slowly turning a bright red. Moments later, the metal was pulled from the forge, placed against the anvil and a hammer smashed down in to repetitively, causing the point to form., it was finally starting to take on the final shape of a sword. The tall man stretched his body as the metal started to cool and became impossible to mold. The sword was placed back in to the fire, and red eyes watched as the flames licked at the steel, his mind wandering back to the past.
"Aviltarion!" A tall white haired man chimed, his soft features shinning in the mid day sun, his hazel eyes catching the rays, beaming with happiness. "Yes love?" The taller man asked, his taller frame wrapping around the angel's, his rough, heavy Russian accent made the two words slosh together slightly. Aviltarion's hands moved up and down Sachael's arms in a loving manner. "I love you." He whispered to the other man, his chin resting on the shorter man's shoulder, Sacheal's wings curled up behind himself to allow the demon closer.
The fire snapped a hot ember at the tall demon, pulling his mind back in to the present time, leaving the wonderful memory behind. He looked down at where the ember had hit, the skin was left undamaged, not a burn in sight. A quick snap of his fingers, a flame sparked at the tips of his rough finger, the flame dancing for a moment before he extinguished it. He pulled the sword from the flames once more, this time he took a sculpting tool and a smaller hammer and started to engrave odd designs and scriptures up the blade. The metal cooled once more, only this time, the blade was ready for it's final step, the tempering and quenching.
Aviltarion moved himself across the large warehouse he called home and pulled all the materials he would need for the quenching process and let out a sigh, placed all the items down in their rightful places then took a seat. His body appeared young, but his mind was old and tired, his regrets, pains and loses starting to weigh on him. His mind wandered to the past once more as he sat in the chair, letting his head rest against the high back of the chair.
Blades made of white fire pressed against the demon's skin, causing horrible sound of pain to escape his lips. His body withering and collapsing to the ground as four angel's beamed down on him. Their expressions stern and their eyes piercing. "You have broken the barrier between Angels and Demons, correlations and love are forbidden! You should know better demon!" One of the angels snapped at him, lifting the sword up and aimed for Aviltarion's heart. "Stop!" Sachael cried, other angels were holding him back, forcing him to watch. "I will take full punishment! Banish him to earth, that is all I ask!" He continued to plea, the demon looking at him, his eyes wide and his head shaking wildly. "It was I who pushed the boundaries, do not punish him for my mistakes!" He continued to try and struggle, finally the blade was dropped and in bed it's self in to the ground right next to Aviltarion's head. "Consider it a gift and a warning." The sword wielder grunted out, signaling the angels to let him go. Seconds later the field Aviltarion and Sachael once stood in was now barren, leaving the demon alone. It was the last time he had ever seen the angel. His heart now in the heavens with the man he loved.
His red eyes snapped open, a cry of rage escaped the demon and within seconds weapons were being thrown around the warehouse. The sound of metal hitting metal coming from all directions before his anger finally died down. His chest rose and fall with large heaves, then finally calmed as well, pulling a pack of cigarettes off the table he walked outside.
A cigarette was light with a snap of his finger and his eyes gazed up at the stars.
"Come back to me my angel."
Smoke rolled from his lips, and no answer was given.
If lost or taken please give me back to Athlyn
Pet Comments
| Righteous says "No problem, and thank you, I'm sure I'll come to visit again." He gave the other a goofy grim before heading towards a window, "Hope you don't mind, I'm just gonna jump from here so it'll be easier to take flight." When he jumped out he took on his true form, a two headed dragon with four feathered wings. |
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Righteous says "Aye, I'll be sure to get back to him as quick as I can." He chuckled at the desc |
| Righteous says Elijah nodded his head at that, "Never hurts to try." He grinned as well, looking rather mischievous for a angel. |
| Righteous says "Well do." He nodded his head at the other. "He's been chained to his home and forbidden from leaving, I'm not sure for how long or if it's forever....although those chains don't look like they'd be to hard to break. Not that I'm implying a breakout." He winked there at that last thing, obviously implying that a breakout is something he'd totally be willing to do. |
| Righteous says Eljah was taken aback again, really he just wasn't used to hugs, but this time he hugged the other back before letting go. "It's no problem, my friend, I'm glad to see you so happy and I'm certain Sachael will be just as glad once he receives your reply." |
| Righteous says "Oh um, the heat's just getting to me. I'm not too good at keeping my human guise in sever climates, same thing happens when it's really cold." |
| Righteous says Elijah glanced down at the table noticing the pen and shook his head, feeling a bit amused. "There's a pen up here on the table, if that's what you're looking for." The heat was making it kinda hard for him to stay in human guise but he kept it up best he could. He wouldn't really fit well if he reverted to normal. |
| Righteous says "Will do, thank you for the hospitality." He went up to the guest area and took a seat. The angel couldn't help but chuckle a bit as he heard the other rummaging around. He could see how Sachael woulda fallen for him, he was kinda rough but had his charm and certainly seemed like a okay fellow. |
| Righteous says The angel gave the man a quick look over before saying anything, he'd been quiet curious to see exactly what Sachael's beloved looked like. "Ehem," he cleared his throat, "I Have a letter here for you from someone I believe you'll be quite pleased to hear from." He held the note out to the demon. |
| Righteous says Elijah swoops down in front of the blacksmith's building and took on a human form before knocking at his door awaiting to be let in. |
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