Dasim
Murderous - Corrupt - Malicious
His True Form
Pet Name: Dasim
Owner: Akeela_Pyro
Theme / Type: Plague Gurahdi
Born: August 1, 2011
Gender: Male
Mood: Mad
MisticPal Name: Deimos
MisticPal Age: 4870 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 5 / 5
Strength: 5
Defense: 5
Speed: 5
Intellect: 2
Misticpower: 5
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: 2/373 [ View Books ]
1. Sun Rise
2. The Evil Cackle
2. The Evil Cackle
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 0/1254 [ View Foods ]
Pet Profile
Name: Dasim
Race: Fallen angel. Son of Iblis from Muslim religion
Age: Unknown
Birthday: Unknown
SO: Bisexual
Status: Single, any lovers are merely for self-entertainment.
-Backstory-
Dasim sat in the chair, comfortably propping his legs up on one arm, leaning against the other, reading one of the many books of the Annals.
He had long since run through the books about the all the Virtues of Humanity, as well as many of the books of the Saints, and was now reading through the Sins of the Universe.
Now, of course, as an angel, an archangel no less, he was hardly supposed to be reading about the Sins. In fact, all the books about the Sins were supposed to be locked away from prying eyes.
Of course, they weren't, especially now that Dasim had found them. He had grown ever so weary of reading about the Virtues and such. It was just... so bland.
Now the Sins, on the other hand, were far more interesting. Seeing how humanity did all these things to themselves, to each other. To Dasim, it was.... almost invigorating, and addictive to picture their torment.
As he finished yet another chapter, Dasim yawned lightly and memorized the page number, and set it in his little hiding spot for later. A mere moment later, he heard another archangel coming.
He blinked almost owlishly as she rounded the corner and began yelling. "Dasim! Come on! Lilith's Spawn are attempting to break through the gate!"
"What?! Didn't they learn their lesson last time? Go on, Azriel, I'll grab my blade on the way out. I'm right behind you." Dasim growled lowly in annoyance. They'd only done this a few months ago! As Azriel flew off, Dasim rose and snatched up a sword by it's hilt, feeling the blade hum in his grasp softly.
It knew of his own sins, and yet it seemed to enjoy the darkness within him. "How strange, for a holy blade...." he muttered softly.
In battle, with each demon he cut down he could feel the sword sing with the thrill of slaying yet another being. Covered in bright red liquid, it pulsed eagerly for more.
Yet there were no more of Lilith's children. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and before he knew it the bloodlust had transferred from his sword to him, and he had sliced open the stomach of another archangel.
Turning to face his... well, now former comrade, he quickly recognized Azriel, what once was a smile quickly turning into shock, and she coughed, blood trickling out of her mouth. "D-Dasim..." she gasped, before falling over.
"Strange," he thought silently, oblivious to the fact that he was now surrounded by other archangels, all of whom were shocked, and also threatening. "She was one of the closest to me... and yet I feel nothing for her as she bleeds here on the ground, except... pleasure." His blank expression turned to a dark smirk, his senses quickly reveling in the newfound joy he had discovered.
Before he knew it, two archangels were upon him, and he cut them down with no restraint. The others, however, were far more careful, and had ahold of him in no time at all. His sword was thrown upon the ground, littered with bodies, and left to rust, as the others could feel the evil emanating from it. He looked back at the angels holding him, grinning maniacally. "Go ahead. Rip off my wings, you know you want to," he said tantalizingly.
The pain of his lower wings being ripped off was unbearable, but his mind was still in love with the sadistic pleasure of killing his own kind. He blacked out as he felt them tear from his back, and when he woke, he found his sword next to him, on the ground, and was lying on a simple black cushion. Attempting to sit up was impossible, the pain in his back became excruciating in mere moments. He could feel the skin where his lower wings used to be connected rip open.
Dasim lay back down, grimacing. He could see his regular wings had since turned jet black, instead of their previous pristine white. They were cleaned of blood, as well. He started as someone walked into the room, and blinked, confused, as he saw a lithe man with black wings like his own, as well a pointed tail. "Well well well, you're finally awake," he said, his voice smooth and almost a purr.
Dasim narrowed his eyes. "Who are you?" he asked tartly.
He chortled loudly. "Isn't it obvious?" His voice kept a light baritone style, even as he laughed mirthfully, as if this was a simple child's game, as if even a two year old could determine his identity, yet this grown man could not. His angelic black wings seemed to morph, twisting and blurring, until they seemed to suddenly sharpen into large, demonic wings, complete with a small horn atop their crest. "I am Lucifer - or better known to the mortals as 'the Devil'."
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