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Aldion watched his demonic legions march through the streets of Hell. They were organized, disciplined, obedient. Just the way he liked it. And yet… something was missing.

Perhaps Zylana’s departure had left him starved for conversation, but he was beginning to wonder if perhaps some more diplomatic and autonomous servants might be useful. Creatures who could give orders as well as receive them. Creatures who could phrase these orders as sweet suggestions, to give others the illusion of choice. Creatures who were capable of diplomacy and negotiation, as well as battle. Yes. That was what he needed.

He considered the process in which his current demons were made. Essentially, their souls were destroyed and converted into infernal essence, which in turn was made into new life. Problem was, this life was built to serve, with little identity or personality. How to get around that, then?

He considered Zylana. He had not destroyed her soul. He had merely mangled it. The damage was great, but fragments of her old self still remained. Not enough to grant her the will to defy him, but enough that she still understood what it was like to be mortal and free. Enough for her to show initiative and improvise even if outright defiance had been burned out of her. Useful traits, if he ever needed to open diplomacy with mortals.

The solution was clear. What was done to her shall be done to others, although with far less of his power poured into each soul.

So, Aldion returned to the Hellforged, picked out those souls which had been there the longest, and got to work.

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The final result was beautiful, swift, and graceful. Where the demons had been soldiers of discipline and death, these newcomers were meant to bewitch and command as well as kill, though they could still kill better than any demon. They came in humanoid forms of varying sizes. Most were built as idealized versions of their past selves.

They all had red hues to their skin and black horns, however. Intimidating on the battlefield, but these creatures were not meant to solely intimidate. So, Aldion taught them the power to alter their appearances, in order to better blend in if it was needed. They could be beautiful, or ugly. Familiar, or alien. Fearsome, or comforting. Whatever was needed.

They would need to travel, Aldion realized, so he gave them wings. They were not corporeal - some were made of fire, while others were made of black smoke. But they were magical, and granted the creatures the gift of supernatural flight. The wings could be summoned and resummoned as needed.

So it was that the Devils were born.

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Aldion creates devils. Halfway between demon and mortal, but more powerful than both, these creatures mix the discipline and order of Hell with the free-thinking and guile of the mortal races. Although they cannot defy or betray Aldion outright, they have more leeway in how they choose to interpret his orders.

They take on a humanoid form with red skin and black horns. Devils are unnaturally fast, beautiful, and strong. They project a natural air of charisma and command. Their nails are retractable claws which serve as natural weapons; as strong as steel and razor sharp. If they wish, their touch can inflict horrible agony upon one’s flesh, briefly showing them what it is like to be thrown into the Hellforge. Inflicting pain upon others causes their own wounds to heal.

Beyond these innate abilities of their race, Aldion has also granted devils access to shapeshifting abilities which allow them to adjust the more superficial aspects of their form as needed. They also have magical wings which grant them the power of flight.
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[b]MP:[/b] 5
[b]AP:[/b] 5
-5AP and 1MP to create Devils.
-2MP to give the Devils basic shapeshifting.
-2MP to give the Devils the ability to summon magical wings which allow them to fly.
[b]MP:[/b] 0
[b]AP:[/b] 0
Taking advantage of that 24 hour grace period again.
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