"I don't know why you should trust me... in fact, I do. You shouldn't."
The Serpent-Tongued Swindler
Age: Approximately 1,500
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Demons of Hell
Race: Incubus
Height: 6’4” - 193cm
Weight: 162lbs - 73.5kg
Personality: A liar, thief, and general rogue, Sliske Arkilius is a shady, demonic character that is capable of corrupting even the most strong-willed of humans with his silver tongue. He carries himself as a trickster and jester, always looking for the way out that he either finds fun or most beneficial, and is not averse to getting his hands dirty if he needs to. One can never be certain of his true intentions, and many of his fellow demons have come to respect his twisted form of ensnaring and corrupting others. He could very well be a physical representation of the sin Wrath, as it takes little to anger him and he goes to extremes when this does happen.
History: Sliske Arkilius, his name chosen by himself, doesn’t remember much of his childhood. And who could blame him? That was almost a millennia and a half ago. What he does recall, though, was that his mother was a succubus and his father, like him, was an incubus. In a place like Hell, that was a common pairing, two demons that could match drives often made a long-standing couple, and he was the result of that. By that logic, he was dispositioned to have an affinity for corruption as it sat, and for some reason, it came to him easier that it should’ve.
Moving forward to around the time where humans began rising in power, the incubus found himself to have quite a relationship with the dark and mysterious workings of black magic. He took his time and decided to expand upon this newfound strength, quickly gaining a strong grip on these powers, all while realizing something. Why reanimate the fragile, corporeal body when you can ensnare the soul instead? A cruel thought, but it was nothing that hadn’t been done before. Many a Hellborn necromancer had taken this approach in the war that was raging, and they had failed. Sliske, though, had a different method for his procurement of malleable spirits…
He approached the town in broad daylight, a small place that had gone far beyond the limits of human society in the Nexus… no one would miss the poor bastards that lived this far off the grid. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and walked right in, his tall, lanky figure drawing the attention of a large number of the dwellers. By the time he had reached a fountain in the center of town, the men and women of the place were waiting, all of them armed with pistols, shotguns, and everything in between. He raised his head from the floor and laughed to himself, showing off the sharp, white teeth that solidified his demonic impression.
”Ladies, gentlemen, is that any way to treat your humble guest?” Ever the showman, the demon took his hands out of his pockets and raised them to the air, dark clouds forming in his palms. As the magic built up there, he turned to the side and raised several fully stocked buffet tables in the square, smiling as the poorer folk of the area dropped what weapons they had and ran for the tables, stuffing themselves.
”I come offering peace. Hell doesn’t wish to drag you into our war, we only ask that you ready yourselves before the forces of Heaven come to slaughter and enslave you. To them, you are imperfect, fit only for the most menial and repetitive of labors.” He was lying through his teeth, and the humans of this forsaken place were buying it. One by one, they approached the tables, hesitantly tasting the offering, and diving in soon enough.
”You may know me as Sliske, Ambassador of Hell.” The incubus disappeared into the shadows at the moment, going as quickly as he came.
From that moment forward, his plan was set into action. Three years passed before he set his claim to that area, casting a form of ethereal net over the place to ensnare the souls of any and all who died. Each and every single death in his domain brought him more power, unbeknownst to those that thought highly of the demon. Soon enough, he returned to the square to the applause of the humans. He had done much for them, fed them, kept the dangers of the war far from their farms and factories, kept sickness at bay… now it was time to redeem his prize. A devious smirk graced his lips as he shot a hand into the air, the net solidified into a dome in an astounding display. The light caught his teeth as he disappeared into the shadows, removing himself from the scene and letting the humans figure out what had happened for themselves.
They did soon enough, and a long ten years passed before the death finally stopped, the souls of those who died of starvation, suicide, and whatever other method now counted into Sliske’s power. Alone, he was simply a demon with an affinity for the twisted, torturous ways of the afterlife. With several cities worth of spirits adding to his reserves, he’s a master of persuasion and dark magic. Simply put, he is not a demon to cross, for you may end up a part of his own little motley crew.
He ended up as a Demon Lord under King Rufus soon after that one city he ensnared. Though that one is a story for another time.
Powers: Necromastery – Anything that is killed directly by Sliske or while under the control of his persuasive abilities adds to his power. The amount of power gained is directly proportional to what is killed. He loses an amount of this power upon death.
Charmer – Sliske, in himself, is an extremely convincing character, and has a literal silver tongue. He can charm almost anything into obeying him, obvious exceptions being machines incapable of independent thought and anything with exceptional willpower.
Changeling – A trademark of his race, Sliske can change his form at will. The more power he accrues, the more varied these changes can become.
Mystic – With a masterful grasp of most forms of magic, Arkilius can cast a wide variety of spells. His favorite is, of course, the fireball.
Weapons: Mahjarrat – An ornate, unbreakable dagger. For use when magical attacks fall short, or if a strike needs to be parried.
Claws – Sharp bone protrusions on the tips of his fingers. Dangerous indeed.
Bonesword - A favorite transformation of Sliske's right arm. His forearm gets changed into an unnecessarily sharp sword that's capable of slicing through lower-quality armor like a hot knife through butter.
Equipment: N/A
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