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Name | Amy |
Age | Unknown |
Species | Unknown |
Gender | He/She/They |
Aspect | Unknown |
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"Greetings. Champion arisen from Hell Fire."
Speaking in riddles, Amy offers little leeway into who they are and what their goals are. They appears before those chosen as Champions by Beelzebub and offers the ability to purify their essence into strength.
Whatever their motives, they align with those of Beelzebub and seem intent on helping Champions defeat usurping lords.
- Their body is actually a ball-jointed doll.
- They never outright say that Beelzebub's their kin, only strongly hinting at it.
- The apple they hold works similar to Souls items that allow re-spec.
- Has weeded out some Champions herself, deeming them ill-fit to serve their father.
- Excell in sorceries and Abyssal magic.
- Quick to demand respect should Beelzebub or his wife be brought up.
- They seem to suspect something about Kyde that separates them from other Champions but can't discern why.
- What happened to their aspect is unknown. It's rumored that one Princes' offspring turned their aspect into a deadly weapon through forbidden rights.
- Obedient champions
- Eden Apples
- Undead horses.
- Sorcery and Abyssal tomes for reading.
- Traitors
- Lazy people
- Limits of their doll body.
- Nosy people
In the words of our Progenitor
"Children of the Abyss. Lament not what was lost. Today your house will rise. Beyond the ocean. Beyond the stars. Our home is infinite and expansive. Let us build something greater above the waves. Of a cold and gentle halidom. If Earth is your goodly home. Follow in Death's march."
In the words of Radiant Lucifer
"Conformity is a curse. A mirage. It seeks to trap us. Strip us of what makes us uniquely beautiful. Be not afraid of thine form. For we are as equal as our creator. Let us gather. Let us celebrate. Wash love unto thy form where mother hath none. If it spurns her so, then the songs we sing are for thine ears only."
In the words of Lord Beelzebub
"Demons. Abyssals. We are all of the cosmos. Our purpose is thine own. No longer will we answer to a power that sees itself as greater for Hell is our domain. This world is a fledgling that will fit our desires. My bretheren, I ask for thine strength. Allow growth. Allow prosperity. Let us make this young Earth a goodly home."
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