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Ulkktar is an off-white demon with white and maroon tattoos, brown curled horns adorned with jewelry, a chain-and-scythe tail, glowing yellow eyes, white claws on his feet, and a horribly glowing maw. He was the singular demon powerful enough to be labeled a god since time immemorial. In fact, no one can remember a time when Ulkktar WASN’T a demonic god. He seemed immutable; existing today, yesterday, and forever after. Until suddenly, he wasn’t.
Demon hierarchy is constantly changing as demons jockey for position, each trying to climb the ranks and amass more power and prestige. Well, all the demons that aren’t yokai - they have an entirely different system they follow. But for the rest, there are normal demons at the bottom of the ladder, barons and baronesses a step up above them, dukes and duchesses above them, lords above them, and finally, the princes and princesses of the netherworld at the very top.
Ulkktar transcends this hierarchy. He is THAT powerful. He didn’t interact with other demons much, to their great relief, but when he did, they all folded like reeds. There wasn’t anything else they could do. They didn’t worship the lunar god, not by a long shot, but they gave him an extremely healthy respect born out of fear. After all, demons are a rather pragmatic folk when you get down to it. It becomes rather hard to amass your wealth and holdings when you’re dead.
So, imagine this: demonkind, going about their business, making alliances, backstabbing, and warring with each other, when suddenly, a demon comes flying in screaming in a panic. Ulkktar was dead, and it was a mortal who laid him low.
Naturally, none of the other demons believed him. However, not being idiots, they went over to see for themselves, and after an extremely careful and stealthy approach, about crapped themselves at the sight of Ulkktar’s mangled and bloody corpse, eyes dulled in death. It was impossible, Ulkktar couldn’t die, he was just too powerful - but there the evidence laid, undeniable.
This is when the panic set in. Despite not being a part of the demonic hierarchy, Ulkktar was still very much a staple of the demonic power structure, and the sudden vacuum left everyone wrong-footed. Not to mention the fact that he was DEAD, something they still couldn’t wrap their heads around, and it had been a MORTAL who’d killed him. Not a demon, not a spirit, not even a yokai - a mortal. The idea of a mortal strong enough to take down the mad god absolutely terrified them - after all, for all his madness, there was a method to surviving Ulkktar’s whims. Mortals, on the other hand, were well known for getting trigger happy around demons, yokai or otherwise.
So naturally, their first course of action was to try and assassinate her. That failed. Multiple times. Then some lord got the brilliant idea to try and bring her into his service by way of a contract, and evidently went about it the wrong way as he got smited for his efforts. Rowan was getting irritated at this point, and the demons were honestly at a loss for what to do.
Then Belphegor, one of the more powerful demon lords, did what they all thought was suicidal - he moved in on the same island she lived on. He became her neighbor, and to the demons’ collective shock, didn’t get murdered. She only threatened him once! Once! He just waltzed in and claimed her home, and she let him do it!
It didn’t occur to them that no, Belphegor did not in fact lay a claim on Ouroboros, and for good reason. The first idiot who tried it upon realizing that it was ‘free real estate’ got the crap beat out of him by the residents of the island; as did the second, and the third, and the fourth. At this point, the princes and princesses of the netherworld got together and made a collective decision: leave the mortal alone, and she’ll leave you alone. And so that unspoken truce remains to this day, though that doesn’t stop the occasional enterprising demon from trying their luck in a bid to climb the ranks. Belphegor takes great pleasure in watching the free entertainment those attempts provide, and he, Zale, and Juniper actually have three different ‘walls of shame’ filled with photos the latter has managed to take of the various attempts.
As for Ulkktar’s body, well, no demon would touch it, in fear of any drastic consequences desecrating the corpse would bring down upon their heads. While normally quick to take parts of their defeated (and not always dead) enemies as trophies, well. Ulkktar was, or had been, a god after all. Nobody was risking it. And so the body was left to rot where it fell.
Naught but bones remain of the mad lunar god now; bones that even now radiate a weak aura of hatred and utter malice. He had no rites, no mourners, no connections to the living. He died as he lived, enacting a plot to eradicate all life from the world: to shatter the moon to rain down upon the earth and cleanse this world in ash and fire and madness. A plot that, in the end, got him killed by one who refused to stand aside and let the so-called inevitable happen. One who would rather die fighting than simply accept this fate of oblivion.
And so one who had once been all powerful, with the entirety of demonkind at his beck and call, now lay as a broken skeleton in the dirt, forsaken and utterly inconsequential.
Exactly where Rowan felled him.
