Drakkhru Ludstee - The Demon.

Human Name: Drakkhru Ludstee

Demon Name: Varuk Aezire

Age: Middle aged.

Demon Age: Ancient. Eternal.

Height: 6'3"

Demon Height: 6'10"

Weight: 198lbs

Demon Weight: 240lbs

Build: Athletic

Aura: Void/Absence/Emotionless

Demon Aura: Heat & Chaos

Theme Song: Half God, Half Devil

Human Origins

Drakkhru Ludstee was a man soon to be turned vessel shrouded by chaos and anger, it was hard to stay away from for Varuk Aezire. The year was 1247AD within the regions of Cuman Khanates on the very edge of what we now call Russia and the Turkish Empire was coming into fruition, Mr.Ludstee was born on the 26th November 1247, born under what the sceptical called a 'dark star' which for many made up the decision to brand Mr.Ludstee as an omen.

He was originally born into a large household within the Turkish Empire, often waging small wars with neighbouring regions for political power. Drakkhru grew up in these times of great civil unrest, constant fighting and death around his family, it was all he knew as a boy and its all he knew as a man. Come the year 1260AD had him enjoy his first kill at the young age of 13, it was a beggar in the street outside of his home town, nobody would miss him and Drakkhru saw it in him to make the man useful as with all the fighting it had caused a lot of famine and poverty in the region, so Drakkhru took a knife and skewered the mans heart following intimate relations between the boy and the man. He watched as the colour drained from his victims eyes and at this point Drakkhru had a lust for killing, the pure enjoyment of feeling the life of someone, their energy fade in front of him and he believed that he should honour this mans life... by carving him up, and bringing the meat back home for his family to enjoy and live on, no more starvation for them, no more famine.

Drakkhru Ludstee made a living from killing and eating his victims, often hosting grand parties from this exotic meat that people came from far and wide to enjoy this delicacy that only Drakkhru Ludstee could provide it seemed, many people asked him of the origins from which the meat came from but Mr.Ludstee would never give up his secret. The numbers of bodies grew, more missing people rose and more suspicion was clouded around the area of which Drakkhru Ludstee hosted these events of grandeur and elegancy, the chaos of the times began to draw in on him and the rise in criminal activity had Drakkhru fleeing for his life, people began to suspect what was happening and he was chased halfway around the world to the country of England where it was there that Drakkhru stopped running... poor and alone without food, he curled up one night and forgot the world, forgot all of his troubles and just embraced death should it come.

In that morning of 1278AD Drakkhru Ludstee awoke to something he hadn't expected, a almighty and glorious black hound that had towered over most other creatures of its shape. It seemed to fill Drakkhru with an unrivaled eerie feeling, a voice in his head.

"I've been watching you Mr Drakkhru Ludstee. You have been enjoying yourself but gotten into quite the situation, haven't you?" the mighty beast in front of him said, without moving its lips.

Drakkhru nodded his head, the man was defeated, in a psychotic rage of death, desire and gluttony had been enough to destroy this mans nature, so he continued to nod and lean his head back, embracing what was to come.

Demon Origins

At the beginning there was darkness, nothing but darkness. This darkness swelled and consumed everything it touched, everything it enveloped and surrounded and it was like nothing was moving, not even atoms, not even time.

An eternity passed and nothing had changed, not in the silence or the vast growth of nothingness that expanded over all things. Until there was a glimpse of white light, an orb of some kind that seemed to grow from atom size to the size of a pin prick over another what seemed like eternity, the orb began to flick with a pale flame, fighting back this darkness that surrounded it and finally what could be heard is the sound of a drum beat, slow and throbbing, echoing through the abyss of time and space, it seemed the darkness was responding to this intrusion and this was its warning, but the orb did not go away, instead it pushed to greater sizes over this battle between light and dark for yet another eternity, or was it an eternity? There was no guide to how long had passed in these moments between creation and fighting and now screaming, the orb began to scream like a hot kettle on a stove, screaming out into the drum beat and eventually... silencing the drums.

There was a moment of just screaming now and no other sound had battled it, it quietened, lessening its intensity as the darkness faded and a dark lit chamber came into view that only had one being within it, a gigantic horned creature wielding a hammer an chisel, he was working on a sculpture in the middle of the room that looked hunched over with two gigantic wings and majestic horns coming out of its reach, there were cracks suddenly heard and that same familiar scream began to fill the chamber, the horned creature backed away slowly as his creation began to crack, like an exoskeleton falling apart and shattering on the floor revealing this man looking beast, covered in black tar the boiled and bubbled and spat with hot slag against the floor, the look of pain on its face as the scream seemed to originate from within its agape mouth as it looked up to the rafters of this chamber.

There was a long while of screaming, the figure watching as its creation came into being within so much pain and angst, he eventually stepped forward and suddenly there erupted along the walls black flames with silver tips, screaming warnings and threats while the creature placed its thumb within the mouth of his creation, dipping it in the tar that filled its mouth and then, from that mouth, began to flick the same black and silver flames from the walls that had now disappeared, and that orb was seen within the mouth of this creation. The screaming stopped, the thumb withdrew with a mighty blast of flame from the creations mouth, eventually coming to a close as it just looked up to the man, curious why it had been awakened.

"Varuk Aezire. The legion of a thousand, the eternal flame. You have been birthed. Go and do what you were created for."

the creator, then vanished as if it had just turned to smoke and drifted along in the wind, then there was suddenly a gigantic crack, and Varuk Aezire was flung from where he knelt to one of the walls, bursting through and into the light of what we call the earth, an open field in the heart of England, this... beast turned back and saw that what he was inside was some kind of rock that had fallen from the sky, it was here that Varuk Aezire began to invade the minds and bodies of individuals, thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions of them until one day Varuk Aezire, found its perfect form. Drakkhru Ludstee, sat there weeping in his own chaos, perfect for corruption to take hold and grow.

The Splitting

The brief period of Drakkhru Ludstee being sentient while the presence of Varuk Aezire existed was short lived, after the initial meeting of the hound and the man led to a companionship like no other, a loyalty that would not waver even in the midst of insanity. You see, Varuk Aezire did not possess Drakkhru Ludstee to begin with, no... that is because Drakkhru Ludstee was a survivor and even a human, weak as they are can simply resist a demon for as long as possible causing that entity built of chaos and hatred to be so focused on possession that they do not see other dangers coming and they make mistakes. The hound diving into the mouth of Drakkhru Ludstee was its first mistake for it was not prepared for the fight that came from it, this man wasn't just a broken individual but this man has survived an entire country chasing after him, this man has survived the angst and chaos in his wake from what he has left of those fatherless families, mothers without sons and grooms without their bride. All were eaten, all were savoured and given a new purpose from their intended original. So Drakkhru Ludstee fought the demon, daily, weekly, monthly until there was no mental capacity left in this man and the man had slowly descended into insanity which others labelled as mental illness but it wasn't that, it was the realisation of there being more information than the human mind could possibly comprehend and it cause Drakkhru Ludstee to go into a state of depression, anxiety and always watching over his back, seeing that hound over his shoulder both wanting to be devoured and also keeping Drakkhru Ludstee from ending his own life or leading to someone else ending it, for Drakkhru Ludstee to this... dark entity, was the perfect specimen of what it needed. "Why do you follow me, I am unable to escape you, yet you will not let me embrace my own death on my own terms." Drakkhru Ludstee cried out to the moon on the same night at which the hound would stare at his bedside silently. Waiting. No response, not even a breath escaped the hounds mouth for months at a time as the hound began to invade not just the physical body of Drakkhru Ludstee in small instances to weaken the mans corporeal form, but also dwelling in the mind of Drakkhru Ludstee by playing psychological tricks on the man, always being his bad omen that sometimes followed Drakkhru into places but sometimes even led. Drakkhru began getting the impression there will be no end to this constant chase, this hunt of the demon on his own body and that he would not be able to resist for very much longer, so he began killing, cold blooded murdering so that he would gain the attention of authorities but mysteriously those authorities never made it to Drakkhru, the hound had that covered too it appeared.

The hound remembers the last day of Drakkhru Ludstees life as vividly as Drakkhru had lived, it was a mid-spring day and for once, the man wasn't living one of his bad days despite leaving a trail of bodies and destruction wherever he had went, it was a strength given to him from the hound that this entity following the man would always protect him, always ensure that this man survived in one way or another so that is when the man, Drakkhru Ludstee finally gave his last breath and that was to accept the hound into his own form, but the hound had other plans. You see the hound had spent so much time and effort keeping this man alive, there was an attachment there as the lunacy of the man seemed to flow so well with the chaos that ran within the hound, and just being near each other had the hound resonating within, it's mighty maw drooled due to the feeling of the void running within them both and Drakkhru Ludstee was finally the corrupted entity which it needed. So that night, the hound led the man to a secluded spot on the edge of a cliff and for the first time in their entire meeting, the hound spoke.

"You now not only see who I am, but what I am. And for that, I promised to keep you alive, and I shall always do that. Even in your own death I shall wear your form, and in your death you will wear mine." said the hound, it's voice sounding like harsh wind ripping through a flickering flame.

The man, Drakkhru Ludstee looking on in awe as the manifestation of what the hound had just said came into action and before him the hound began to grow, and grow, and grow to a size that could rival a whale should it walk on the land. The hound was always black furred, but this darkness now seemed to grow to a whole new depth as it appeared to suck in what little light there was around this now 15ft tall monstrosity of a beast that once was a simple dog. It's paws now could shape swimming pool with just one press with their gigantic size and weight, its legs resembling the same size and thickness as a tree flowing up to its body which could only be best described as the darkest storm cloud you have ever seen. Then there was the head, this wasn't just the jaw of a hound it looked like it was some kind of dragon with multiple rows of miss shaped canines that would fit a shark should one be that size, and then those eyes, the eyes that seemed to stare right into the soul of the man standing before him, gazing at him through all 6 of them, three pairs either side of its snout with an intense red glow. It stood there drooling, but the saliva did not look white like you would imagine, instead it was black and thick like slags of molten tar that steamed as they dripped down onto the ground. Finally once Drakkhru had realised what this hound actually was, there was no fear in the man any more so he stood there and watched as the hound opened its gigantic mouth, waiting for the hound to take his body in one bite which never came. Instead there was a soul shattering tear of what sounded like Velcro being pulled apart, and before the man the hound began to split its self in two from the lower and the upper jaw, peeling back its top layer so it was no longer as tall as it previously was but with that layer of black tar that fell from the beast came a loud slap as it flopped onto the ground and began to form a man, to which he held out his hand and remained silent in its darkly majestic form. Drakkhru walked slow, knowing this was his end and only spoke one sentence before their hands collided and Drakkhru accepted Varuk into himself forever.

"Take my existence, and make it yours. My dark legacy."