|| Age: ??? || Gender: ♀ || Race: Demon || Lineage: Full-blooded ||



^{The Infernal Armory}

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• Full Fledged Demoness
  A graduate of Mistress Gello's Home, Empusa is a fully capable member of Hell's legions with all that entails.
• Magic
  Though it doesn't come to her as easily as her forging abilities, Empusa has learned a great deal of magic. Her specialties lie in manipulating the elements of Fire and Earth, and her enchantments are befitting of her...physical assets.

|| The Face: The Innocent || The Soul: The Lover || The Self: The Creator || The Ego: The Caregiver ||

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"You want to know more about li'l ol' me? Sorry boys, I'm spoken for! Oh, there's my man now--isn't he so cool!?"
Empusa was not traditionally "girlish" as a child, and was much more interested in playing with the big, shiny, sharp, and sometimes bloody instruments that surrounded her family's forge. In a volcanic environment where tongues of flame sprouted like grass, the Svartalfar beat infernal bronze into shape for the Legions of Hell. Among burly cyclopes, minotauros, and two-headed ogres, Empusa's first playthings were blades and bludgeons.

But as she grew up (and filled out), her seductive nature began to blossom as well. She left quite the pile of broken hearts--and impaled ones--in her wake during her schoolyard days at Gello's Home, and graduated at the top of her class. From here she took to the sorts of activities all Demons take to...until that day.

Where he had gotten the grimoire was anyone's guess. One reason Gello's Home existed now was for this very reason--to keep track of Human Contractors. Because if they didn't, not only did they risk the Humans misusing whatever powers they might be granted, but they also risked exposure to the mortal realm. At some point in history, probably during the medieval period, surviving Contractors and occultists had pooled their knowledge into this tattered little book. Somehow, it fell into the hands of what the modern day Humans in this land called Japan referred to as a NEET--a fat, greasy, neckbearded slob with nothing better to do but fall deeper and deeper into his illusions of grandeur. Whatever he learned from that book, there was no denying it was powerful. And it was a power that Humans had cultivated for themselves--Demons had helped them attain it, but they had mastered it all their own, and passed down their secrets. So it was no wonder Gello's agents hadn't marked this fellow already. What was surprising, was just how proficient at it he had become.

Empusa found herself trapped in the human world, her powers and even some of her speech sealed away, and a slave to this unappealing waste of flesh. Luckily, he knew that if she shared any form of essence with someone else that she could use that power to try and free herself, so there were certain abuses even he abstained from. But he was clearly growing more powerful day by day...if left alone for a decade or so, this ugly bastard might actually become a threat even to Demons. Empusa kept a sharp eye out for anything, anyone, that she could manipulate or entice into helping her escape...and when she saw Murakami Seiji for the first time, everything else went out of focus.

She didn't have her powers, but she was a Demon, Satan-damn it! With good old fashioned psychology and charm, she pushed things along. Her "master" got along well with this young man, so he never suspected the seeds she had planted until the other boy had finally had enough. Murakami Seiji came storming into the house that day, and found her--along with what was left of the many sacrifices. Just like those Heroes the two youths always talked about in their video games, cartoons, and wild imaginations, he swept her off her feet. Even though his life was on the line, he didn't have to accept that Contract. For her sake, he did.

But there was no denying now that his world would forever be changed. So to help him on this new path, she brought him to her world.




+Head Smith of Hell's Forge || Nag of Hell's Forge
+Stoic as the steel he shapes, but dotes on his daughters. || Fawns over Volundr. Whips her children into shape.
+Perhaps the greatest smith since the days of legend. || An absolute terror to any smith that isn't her husband.



The Distorted Hero, Wielder of Gydroibolg