Hatzi

A trained spirit caller and hex breaker, Sasha travels the countryside with his preternatural companions keeping the balance between the ethereal plane and this one.

Though some criticize his choice of companions, Sasha insists Hatzi and Kesi play vital roles in his work. Few realize the extent of their companionship or the greater powers at work that intwine their paths.

Born the fouth son to a royal line, Sasha was never destined to wear a crown. While it would have been easy to live the life of royalty, never bearing the weight of leadership that his eldest brother one day would, fate had other things in mind.

Pestilence crept through the land when Sasha was a child and few whom it crossed survived in its wake. It was a sudden thing, Pestilence. It gave no warning when or where it would strike and soon crept its way into the palace. Sasha remembers playing in the gardens and then his vision swimming just before his mother shouted his name and everything went black.

Not crowned, but still a prince, the local clergy of a half dozen gods and goddesses came to Sasha's aid. Each was no luckier than the last as Pestilence dug its claws into his heart. As the days slipped by and Sasha's vitality with them, the king's chamberlain began the somber process of preparing the prince's tomb when all hope seemed lost.

Then Sasha's weak heart began to race.

Later, rumor would spread through the kingdom. The queen mother's prayers were answered. Or perhaps something else had heard her pleas. Or, however unlikely, the king's claims of divine heritage were true.

Whatever the true case, the story of Sasha bolting upright in his bed, screaming like a banshee with ethereal white light glowing in his eyes, spread like wildfire.

Mirrors cracked, windows shattered, winds whipped through his bedroom. And in the center of the maelstrom, sat Sasha, eyes wide and lost, half his soft chestnut curls turned white, and all signs of Pestilence gone.

An inferni conducting business among mortals is not uncommon, hells, mortals sing songs of it. But an inferni refusing to sign new deals and traveling with a deva and human? Well, any of his kin who wish to speak behind his back best speak quietly.

Regardless of the circumstances that brought him to Sasha and Hatzi, and oh are there many, Kesi will be the first to admit his life has improved with them in it. But oh does he want to deal with those circumstances personally.

Meticulous is the polite word said of Kesi by those who fear his wrath. Every contract and scroll and soul has a place and Kesi knows them all blind. And woe to the lesser inferni who forgots.

So for a contract to appear in his collection that he could not recall was, to say, unlikely. For said contract to bear three marks, including his own? Unheard of. Impossible. Except he held the scroll in his own hands, tested it with his own magic, and here it was with nothing but a ringing in his ears to herald its arrival.

Passing off the contracts of lesser deals to his cohorts, Kesi has spent the better part of two decades trying to decode the mystery that fell into his life. In that time, he hates to admit, that very little has come to light save for the identities of the other two marks: a human, just a child at the time, and yet even more unlikely, a deva.

Regardless of the contract that ties his hands, Kesi finds himself drawn to the orbit of these two beings. Abandoning his keep in the lower realms, Kesi aims to settle the mystery plaguing him and them for these last decades.