† Asmodeus †

The Endless of Inanis Asmodeus. Now mated to Acanlyte
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In the vast darkness of the world lies a Realm not many know about. A realm of death and decay; of demons and magic. A dark old magic that the living can not even begin to understand.

Inanis is a realm of damned beings that sits somewhere between the Realm of the Living and the Realm of the Dead. Beings of Inanis are stuck in limbo unless pulled out by the one that rules them. It is a place full of dark old magic and dark souls.

The oldest of these beings is called an Endless. A being with incredible power that rules over every being, creature and land in Inanis. He is known as Asmodeus.

Asmodeus has come to be known as the original sinner. As old as time itself. The only being able to come and go from Inanis. The only being with powers strong enough to shake realms. He can walk amongst the living, the dead and the damned.

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One of Asmodeus' duties is to collect all the souls that are stuck in between realms or any he feels are doomed for damnation. Today he walks on Earth in the Living Realm as he searches for souls to bring to his keep.

Beings of Inanis can not be seen by The Living's eye. That is, not unless Asmodeus makes it so. He walks the Earth keeping himself hidden to The Living. All he's concerned about is finding souls and sending them to his realm.

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His walk amongst this realm has brought him to a small town. A small wooden sign with Hybrid Hallows etched into it stands just off the side of the trial coming into town. Although there seems to be no signs of souls here, it does seem that he's stumbled onto the home of strong magical creatures. They don't possess the same old magic that he does but they are powerful nonetheless.

Suddenly the quiet town is full of commotion. Howling, snarls and screams of the townspeople flood the air as the commotion gets heavier. Asmodeus makes his way to the noise and is surprised to see that only a single wolf is to blame. One lone wolf stands in the middle of absolute carnage. Everything around them has been blown away. Just bits of rubble and a few bloodied dead bodies remain. A crowd has gathered at a far distance now that the wolf has stopped. Scared to come any closer. It seems even the magical ones are hesitant to approach it.

The wolf at fault seems different than the others. The others, although magical, don't have the same old primal magic that Asmodeus does. They have more of a black blood type magic. One that's drawn from the blood of the dead that haven't crossed to different realms. Asmodeus, however, possesses a magic that is as old as time. The magic that created the realms in the very beginning is what fuels him now.

Turning back to the wolf it seems like the wolf isn't in control of itself. It's shaking and a faint black glow is surrounding it. Deciding to go closer Asmodeus walks to stand in front of the wolf. To his disbelief the wolf turns its head and locks eyes with him. At this distance it's easy to tell that the wolf is younger than the others and it seems like she still isn't in control of herself. Though she's looking right at him her eyes are glowing and she's still trembling. She seems to be completely oblivious the others around her and is ignoring the other magical beings calling out to her as well.

"Acanlyte what have you done!!"

"She's the worst of them!"

"We can't let her get away with this!!"

"Acanlyte! Acanlyte! Snap out of it!!"

Standing before her Asmodeus lifts his head and lets out a low howl. Suddenly the odd black glow emitting from Acanlyte wisps up into the air and swirls around them. Acanlyte stops trembling and looks around at the blacked wind around her. She stops as she sees the black wisp pour into a huge black and white wolf. Asmodeus drops his head and his now slightly glowing eyes land back on Acanlyte. Again she looks right at him.

Taken back, Asmodeus cocks his head at her. This wolf can not only see him but the magic he just pulled from her is almost like his own. Dark and not of this living world. It's different from the other magical beings around her. She doesn't belong here. No wonder the others are terrified of her.

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"I shall take you away from this place. To a place where your magic can thrive" Asmodeus says to her.

With a shake of his coat the living world begins to fade. "Come" Asmodeus beckons as he turns and starts to walk away. Hesitantly Acanlyte begins to follow. As they walk, the world around them changes. Slowly their surroundings become clear again but now they are in Asmodeus' realm. They are standing in a large field filled with little black flowers. Turning to Acanlyte, Asmodeus watches her taking in the scenery.

Asmodeus sees the magic in her; the magic she doesn't even know she has. In her lies a small amount of old powerful magic. The magic that wielded the Realms has graced this special wolf. The realms have gifted Acanlyte just a slice of their power. A power that now resonates with Asmodeus. If he can teach her about their power and the magic she is able to wield it's only a matter of time before she's unstoppable. In time she could even be powerful enough to rule under him and become one with his realm.

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Four years later ..

A thick dark fog hangs in the air. Out of the fog a figure appears; Asmodeus comes into view and the fogs lifts. It's again time for him to fetch souls from this Realm.

However, this time he isn't alone. Beside him is Acanlyte. Older, taller and more beautiful than ever. She nudges up against him as they walk. The power that she now omits is far more powerful then the last time she was in this realm. She has not only learned about her magic but also how to wield it.

Asmodeus has taken a liking to her and they now walk as one into the endless span of time. Together as they fetch souls to bring back to the realm they now both rein over.