Dyrroth

‎Dyrroth, once the Prince of Light from the Moniyan Empire, has become the Abyss's most defiant Son of Darkness. Bound by blood, his sister Silvanna never gave up her vigilant search for him, while Alice, his abductor, meticulously shaped him into the Abyss's fiercest and most loyal companion. Though not born of demon blood, Dyrroth flourished in the depths of the Abyss by embracing it's savage nature. In a realm where power is revered above all, he willfully hastened his own corruption to prove his allegiance, reforging his flesh in the darkness and severing all bonds with the light. Blood, everything in sight was bathed in crimson. At the highest point of the Sanguine Lair, an enormous blood droplet hung, suspended in the air like an ever-beating heart. Drawing in and Pumping forth, drop by drop, until the flowing blood gathered into a pool, flooding everything in sight—this was Alice's pool for nurturing Blood Demons. Years later, Dyrroth returned here for the first time. As he stepped into the pool, the crimson within resonated with the blood of his body, drawing him back to the recent "Dawnbreak" plan—what should have been the perfect invasion. Leading the Abyssal forces as their vanguard, Dyrroth had nearly submerged the entire Moniyan Empire into darkness on that moonless. starless night. Until she appeared, Princess Silvanna of the Empire, whose features bore a subtle resemblance to his own, emerged amidst the terrified prayers of countless citizens. Wielding her holy spear, she called him "brother".... Brother—a completely foreign word, yet like a spell woven by fate, it made Dyrroth hesitate. It was just for a fleeting moment, but Silvanna did not hesitate. Victory was decided in that instant, as foreign as that word was the dull pain of cold steel piercing his chest. How laughable. This so-called bond of blood... the first thing it brought Dyrroth was spilled blood. The blood flowed past his ankles, Dyrroth looked down at his legs, now twisted masses of grotesque muscle and jutting bone. Legs that could never belong to a human. His body had long since completed it's transformation, yet the wound from the holy spear in his chest refused to heal.... He had been gravely wounded and was still alive only because Alice had carried him away from the battlefield. She had left him to recover alone in the Sanguine Lair, her stronghold in the Abyss where she nurtured the Blood Demons—the very place where he had grown up. Years ago, Alice had snatched him from the Empire while he was still an infant, and in doing so, she also laid all of the Abyss before him as his birthright. ‎The past in Dyrroth's memories wasn't the justice his "sister" proclaimed while brandishing her holy spear; what he remembered was Alice's constant companionship, Thamuz's teachings and all of the Abyss rejoicing at the birth of the "Son of Darkness"—and everything that had been destined since Dyrroth would fight for the Abyss He wasn't born a Demon but those Moniyans who c