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[b][h3] Zhystkrexas the Corruptor/ The Demon of Desire/The Dark Dream of the Devouring King of Lost Paradise[/h3][/b]

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[b]Description[/b]

What is it you desire most? Your deepest wishes, pulled from your wildest dream, harvested from your innermost secrets. The innocent fantasies you play with in the back of your mind, in the pit of your heart, the very nature of your soul. That which gnaws at you, your unsated want, a need restrained by reasoning, modesty, virtue. Like a caged beast, you drool hungrily at your temptations, but barely lick your lips when given but a taste of it when in a drought and famine. Now culminate all those years of unrequited starving. That is Zhystkrexas.  

Zhystkrexas, the corrupting influence of it all, that which dwells with the deepest reaches of the mind. Patient, devious, and cunning, an immortal who uses immortality best of all to sow the seeds of his grand design for the harvest. How many seasons shall he wait until his bounty becomes full and rich? But starve yourself completely waiting for the harvest to come? Why not feast on the spoils of another? Oh yes reap what is yours, but also devour the yields of others. let them savour their small victories, their piecemeal battles, let them dine upon their riches and let their praises be pleasing to their ears. Let all their plans align and designs unfold to their whim, but in the end it matters not. For when the crops are ready to be harvested, the locusts shall come to eat it all. And so this is why perhaps of all the children, Zhystkrexas is most despised, for he leeches off the work of others, and dares to manipulate even the spawn as he would mortals.

He appears to those who are unaware of the true nature of the beast as a living idol. A perfect human being as they believe it, often seeing him as a man befitting the role of a chief of the desert tribes. The aspects they value most exemplified within him, a paragon of their own hopes and dreams to what they desire to be. For it is not his power to change himself, no rather it is his power to change how others see him. Dressed in finery of gold with a body of a worthy of worship, regally moving with the power and awe, the splendor of a true god-king to be envied and admired.

But to those who wish to see him for what desire truly is, for those who desire truth, they shall see him for what he is. A smiling devil with twisting horns which flowed like hair around him. Sharp teeth and fangs, a gaunt face like a skull and hollow eyes with which he eats your very being. Though dressed in his robes and finery, he is nothing more but a skeletal terror as his ribs are visible against his open robe. That is the true nature of desire. The insatiable hunger that consumes you, and though you may eat, there is nothing to show for it. Life becomes meaningless, and you are nothing more than a walking corpse: Empty.
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[b]Powers[/b] 
The Devouring King exemplifies not a strong physical force nor magical one amongst his peers, but do not mistake this for weakness for his powers lie elsewhere. His power lies in his ability to bring out the worse in things. His presence is toxic, changing the very essence of beings and non-beings. It is his hand which cultivates the seed of desire, the primal shard preexisting, tending it to become an overgrowth that bursts through the nature of a thing. His work is to accelerate the inner hunger, the rest comes naturally as torment ends with feeding and overfeeding. Yet satiation never happens, and so indulgence becomes wickedness, carnal desires feasting upon morality, and moral desires feasting upon carnal needs. No one is safe from his abilities, to woo and tease out the hopes and dreams of a person, then taint them into a twisted reality. Where the pleasure may never end, but all meaning to it is lost.

While it is with this psychic force that the Dark Dream eat away at the will. Appearing as he would to mortals in a form they find desirable by dulling their beliefs in anything but to conceal the truth of his horror. But this illusionary self-delusion is merely a front for the true abilities he possess in the form of his magical contracts that taint reality with unyielding fantasy. It is his contracts which create kings out of men who lust for power, and scholars out of men who long for knowledge. Those who crave wealth find their coffers filled by the connections the Corruptor creates, and those who seek the pleasures of flesh shall find it so. By the magic of his magical contracts innocently offered to drag them deeper into their obsession, the shrewd negotiator can make those fantasies come true at a price. Already they have had their freedoms taken from them by his invisible chains, to sign a pact with him was undeniable.

And with these contracts, he may tap into the power of those poor souls, sealed away in their personal heavens but bound to be squeezed and abused at his pleasure. They who are trapped in an endless dream, but tormented in the same nightmare, used to lull another unsuspecting victim. Take for example a man who wishes to be a king, but to do so would need to raise an army to raise a coupe. An army of bound souls, would be offered, at the price of the future king's own. So a collection of lost souls, each trapped in their paradises. Such is his title, for he rules his subjects within their own kingdoms. 

And why does Zhystkrexas do this? For it is his nature. He hungers. He is hunger. Though his kingdom is plenty, he is the starving lord who eyes upon the kingdoms of others. In time, he shall consume them, and then when there is nothing left to be consumed, he shall be forced to consume himself.  

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[b]Original tribe[/b]
Why have a tribe? Why one, when you may have many? All those who succumb to his devious devices are his to control and manipulate to further his goals. And yet, there is one clan which once roamed nomadically through the deserts of Koyatia who would dare to consider Zhystkrexas their patron. In the land of nothing, it is the Jaria clan who may lay claim to abundance through their ancient dealings with Zhystkrexas. In return for a single oasis, such that they may survive the desert, they had committed their entire surviving lineage to the Devouring King. He came to them with an offer of life, but they would in turn serve him. Brokers of his dealings, the middle man to spread his influence across the land, the example of what Zhystkrexas could grant: a life of luxury in the barrens of the sunlit wasteland.

Hedonistic epicureans, the members of the infamous Jaria clan have an indescribable amount of wealth, knowledge and power throughout Koyatia. Accumulated over the years by using their oasis as their capital asset, offering quenching water to the other wandering Bedouins of the desert. A small price to pay for water was cheaper than blood. It was indeed a fine water supply, with cool, clean, and crisp water, waters which made everything seem better, food eaten with it was far more delicious. Wounds washed with it healed faster, skin more supple, and bodies more fragrant as libidos raised. It was indeed the miraculous water, the Oasis of Jaria. And yet they who drank it would find the same water no longer capable of sating their thirst. Food without became bland, and all others became putrid without it, wounds festered and skin aged, clothing chaffed. They became locked in a dream, a dream which turned to a nightmare when the water ran dry.

So the addiction began, and so they who partook in the Oasis became enslaved to it, enslaved to the deals of the Jaria who smiled as their wealth bounded upwards with every transaction. It was not merely water which their patron had given them, but far more, for from the desires of others they had their own filled. Power, fame, wealth, everything came in abundance to the Jaria clan by the deviously sacred oasis of corruption. It was his plan all along, and from this, he had spread his influence across the world, into territories that reached as far North as Qayu and as far south Xochimilia, into the other tribes to steal away followers from his brethren. For in the end, he sought to devour the kin as well, one by one, regardless of any temporary alliances or deals he made with them.

And though Zhystkrexas had been locked away in the Pit for what chaos this single deal had done to the other tribes, the other kin could not stop the powers he had poured into the well, for should they desire anything else but to destroy it, anything their hearts wanted more than the destruction of the black pool, the root of all desire in itself, they would fall to its suggestions, the whispers that offer a single drink that would grant their wish into a reality. And still the black pool sits, untouched by the kin and guarded by the protective Jaria who have settled down in a grand gleaming metropolis of gold around the oasis for a Thousand years in the city of I'zhystana.

The jewel of the desert, I'zhystana is a palace of endless pleasures beyond the imagination. Fortunate travelers and visitors find their hearts torn between the exotic brothels, the grand arenas, or towering libraries. Vast world-class bazars for those hearts set on riches or dining upon the flavour of this world all in one night, lush gardens holding viewing galas for those who amuse themselves in the arts. Some may call it paradise, but for whose who consider it a den of debauchery should consider the great holy temples erected Eyra for her worship. Of which why temples to Eyra are now found in Zhystkrexas' city should amuse her to no end. Or perhaps it is merely his ploy to stoke her ego, to give her perhaps what she desired? 

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[b]Anecdotes[/b] 

[i]I approached him upon his golden throne, and he was far more handsome than I had heard. I found my eyes fixating upon the seat of his throne, wondering what monster was beneath his attire. He sat so regally, a presence so commanding that I had no shame in kneeling before him. I took to one knee and bowed my head, catching a glimpse of his charming smile. There my mind could only imagine those lips of his moving to the sound of his alluring voice. Every word dripping out of his mouth like golden honey, drizzled upon his chest. yes, how my tongue quivered inside as it brushed against my teeth, how I wanted to lick that sweetness off his glorious body. I lusted for him, and oh my heart leapt for joy when he placed the collar around my neck, and wrapped the chain around his hand. He had made me his consort, another to join his court, his entourage, his harem. Yes, I am your servant, your slave, your lover. I surrender myself to you, oh great lord of the Jaria!

I looked up at him from my lowly place, having begged him for a single coin. What did he see in me? A mere tramp with nothing, no home, no family, no money. How great was his wealth and generosity that he would invite me to share bread with him? As the guest of honor? But oh he raised me from the poor beggar I was and dressed me in finery, silken robes trimmed with silver and inlaid with gold. He bought me jewels and fitted them upon my wretched hands, and his servants washed by feet with fragrant oils. What luxury did he have? What wealth to be able to do so to a nobody like me? And then he asked me if I dreamt of riches, far more than I could carry with my arms. I told him yes, I dreamt of a sea of gold and silver, diamonds and rubies, emeralds and sapphires, all the treasures as far as the eye could see, and that all of it be mine. Then he showed me his vaults, which were all that I had imagined and more. For mountains of treasures like the grains of sand in the desert surrounded me as he smiled, throwing me forward into the vast piles of wealth with his hand and telling me to take all that I could carry. How my eyes widened in disbelief in awe as I praised him, oh great lord of the Jaria!

I serve him for he has granted me peace. He consoled me when I had lost her, with his gentle hand placed upon my head as I grieved into his shoulder. When I thought I was abandoned, he strengthened my resolve. He had given me the means to my vengeance. A spear which he offered before my feet. He asked if sought justice for her death, and gave me the means to do so. He smiled as I picked up the weapon, rising and steadying myself with the shaft as my mind dwelt upon the deaths of her killers. He applauded as I came back, drenched in blood with only my sweat to wash the stains away. Justice has been served, and for this I owe him my life. This blessed spear with which I had carried back the impaled trophies of my enemies heads, now will become his. I shall fight for him, I am his spear that shall pierce all those that would stand before him. May I die for your name, Oh great lord of the Jaria!

I was invited to his feast, a banquet thrown at one of his lavish parties. I thought I had tasted everything there was in life, but he proved me wrong. There was a smorgasbord of dishes upon his table, all smelling of exotically pleasing to the nose as I licked my lips in anticipation. The drinks he offered, the wines poured which filled the cups of all those gathered around him, and me sitting to his right as the dishes were being passed around. And as I ate my fill of rare delicacies from around the world, he smiled while asking if I had saved room for the main course. The main course? What was this to him then? Merely an appetizer? And what was it that he would bring to top off these scrumptious delights we had just experienced? Then there it was, a small boy dressed in a white tunic, perhaps a serving boy, approached us. My eyes could hardly believe the horrors which happened, but as the succulent smell wafted into my nose, I could not resist lifting my fork up to bring the tender flesh to my lips. I thank you for a most excellent dinner, oh great lord of the Jaria!

I sought to test his power, and to know his limits. There I wished to know more than anyone mortal had, I challenged him to tell me the secrets to immortality. For long did I spend hours over ancient text regarding his kin, and years I had devoted of my life to the study of the Children. I had studied sorceries beyond the scope of many men, and perfected my spellcraft to rival the lesser gods. Yet I was still mortal, as poweful as I was, death would end it all. So I had traveled to his kingdom to see if I could deceive him into telling me how to become a god. And so through my flattery, did he feign his impressions, praising my skills to entertain his court as he asked what I wished to be rewarded with. My request was what I had longed for, knowledge forbidden to a mortal man: transcendence. So he smiled, as he offered me a scroll. Now the torments never end as my flesh burns and bones melt, my mortality being purged by the eternal flames as my soul fuels your power. You have won, oh great lord of the Jaria!

I had trembled at his arrival, kneeling before me at my bedside. For three moons had I reigned over as chief. What have I done to displease him? Why so now was I stricken with this malady? This accursed illness which leaves me here too sick to enjoy the fruits of my conquests? Even now my own advisors and family plot against me and each other. To take up that which is rightfully mine. Why have you abandoned me? I asked him in disbelief, coughing blood and hacking phlegm. Did he not promise me the power to rule over them? But what cruel irony that it was that I should be confined to dying on this bed while another sits in my throne. Ignoring my questions, he rose to lift my head to meet his eyes. Then he smiled and asked me if I was ready. Please have mercy, oh great lord of the Jaria!

I scoffed at the depravity of his kingdom when he approached me. I had rebuked him for the vast hedonism that bleeds out from his den of sin. I being virtuous detested all that he offered me. I wanted nothing that he could ever bring. So I bade him to leave, and left his presence. I sought refuge in the wilderness, away from his corrupting shadow. There I suffered in the heat of the sun, the cold of the night, the hunger of an empty stomach and thirst of a parched throat. But he would never taint me, I would be pure, and untouched. I would become a paragon of resisting the corrupting demon, the vile one who seeks to twist us all. And foolishly I thought I had rid of his influence at last, but he waited. He was patient, as I squandered away my time, living in moderation, living simply on the verge of death for fear of his return. How I wasted it all away, in pursuit of my enlightenment, a chance at family and friends, a chance to pursue a hobby and skilled art, a chance at a full life to experience it all. By attempting to resist him, I had fallen to the desire to resist him. And so he came to me once more in my old age, though I could not see his smile, as he asked me once more if he could grant me anything I desired now. Grant me rest, oh great lord of the Jaria!
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[b]Opinions[/b] 

[hider=Eyra, the Seer]
I have granted her wishes, and now it is time to reap the benefit. Soon Eyra the contract will be due, and I shall collect. I'll see you in your dreams Seer. There, I shall devour your eyes.
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[hider=Kinion, the Fool]
A slippery one, but freedom comes at a price. It always does, and so many have tried to escape my deals. But in the end no matter where you run, you cannot escape your own desires. How I shall gnaw at your feet.
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[hider=Wu Dan, the Spirit of the Mountain]
A virtuous opponent, a powerful guardian. And yet, too attached to his mountain. It is his weakness, which I can exploit. His throat should make a good meal.
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[hider=Nod, the Great Beast]
A pugnacious one with desires easy to read. For he seeks the greatest opponent to face him, so I shall grant him this wish and create for him his greatest rival. It shall be please to no end to suck the marrow from his bones.
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[hider=Kozz, the Forgemaster]
I have no qualms with him. An artisan such as he may find a use at my side to make the chains and tools of enslavement. And then when finished with his greatest work, I shall roast him upon his own furnace and chew on his roasted hide.
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[hider=Azoth, the Faceless Wanderer]
A fellow corruptor. A worthy ally, and adversary. In the end only one of us may rule. And I am certain your treacherous tongue be as delicious as the lies you would spread.
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[hider=Therelon, the Keeper of Knowledge]
How far will you go to learn the secrets of the universe? How deep into depravity will you sacrifice your being? What you would call forbidden knowledge, I call opportunity. And his brain shall be feasted upon and savored.
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[hider=Chinasa, the Pallid]
Your children are nothing compared to my own. Yours serve you in life, mine serve themselves in life. I wonder if your organs are just as white, perhaps your gallbladder shall find its way unto my plate.
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[hider=Tarthus, the Three-Faced Lord]
I have cheated you so many times now, you must certainly hate me. Mortals make deals with you out of fear, but with me? Oh them come to me by the droves out of longing. Three sets of cheeks to dine upon, how indulgent.
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[hider=Ash, the Changing]
Pick a form, any form you desire. Change into whatever may please you to be. It matters not, for within my jaws you shall shift no more as I swallow you whole.
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[hider=Aylin, the Huntress]
Bring me a tribute of your hunt. Yes, feed me your prizes, and leave nothing for yourself. For I shall devour your keen fingers charred and skewered by your own arrows should you fail to sate me.
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[hider=Kilgarrah, the Honorable]
I like a challenge, your followers are amongst my favorite to turn. To watch them fall into my hands from yours as they become bathed in blood and glory. Years ago I would have enjoyed crunching my teeth against your own, but now I must wait until you become a dragon once more.
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[hider=Kalikmalo Bramah Thalmen, the Titan]
With all your weapons you cannot bring my kingdom to an end. You who would dare feast upon what is mine, for I hunger greater than you. My weapons are keener than yours, more biting and your dance shall serve as a means to achieve an end: your own. You who would tear flesh apart, how I long to hack you limb from limb from limb from limb and dine upon your well broiled arms. 
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[hider=Nefas Sen, the Sunken Queen]
How I despise you for what you do. To give them satiation they do not deserve. Your children should be mine, and then they shall hunger. How do you feed them from your breast and make them grow fat and full. Perhaps then, I too shall upon your bosom broiled in the fat of your children.
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