Demon

I am Hornless. A demon. One of the many infernal entities who have been graced with the ability to blend into human societies with minimal risk of detection. Unlike our more chaotic kin who delight in embracing the worlds they visit in fire and brimstone, Hornless are far more subtle, like a whisper in the wind, the third voice in one's consciousness given a living, breathing vessel, disguising ourselves to spread sin and debauchery in silent, conspiratous wakes. This immortal shell of shape changing flesh and bone that was granted to me serves as my vessel, containing reservoirs of all my demonic power, granted to me by my great mentor and master, Lord Solomain Kais, or Soloman Kay, as he is known in the mortal world. He has given me so much, so that I may exist as his servant and Hell spawn, for I was born from his union with countless souls of the damned and sinful, spread across all time and space. I strive to one day become as powerful as him. Powerful, feared and respected. To become a true elite.

Us Hornless serve a purpose. The Grand Design, the plan made manifest at the dawn of time, decrees that the traditional binaries of good and evil must always be locked in conflict for there to be cyclic equilibrium, a moral Balance. Our purpose, or so I was taught, was to preserve this Balance, by influencing mortals, to inspire them, to indulge in excess and as many Sins as possible, opposed to Celestial powers who do the same for their so called Virtues. Else, if either side succumbs to the other, should the Balance be broken, the Apocalypse will be upon all creation. All in the cosmos, Heaven, Hell, Earth, and beyond will collapse and cease to exist....

Or so that would be what the ancient scriptures say. Book loads of non nonsensical hog wash, crammed in my early years of demonic schooling, to learn everything that was necessary for me to serve my purpose. Personally, being so young and indomitable in power, I am not hesitant to have a bit of fun every now and then, the kind that does not involve digging through the meanings behind words scribbled into ancient tomes and tablets, especially since the work I do takes me to many dimensions and timelines in the material universe. It is, after all, in my nature to 'relieve' myself of the stress of the day to day life of demonhood, which can be quite tiresome, considering the characters and situations I have to contend with. Part of my job is to secure souls for the Infernal Registrar in Hell, in direct opposition to the goody goody angels who work for the Celestial Registrar in Heaven. There was also the issue about rivals, friendly or otherwise, floating about, always trying to find opportunities to 'leech' from me.

Nonetheless, my job is a necessary vocation for it is what I was born to do, with most other activities discarded as 'distractions' by my elders. To quote a certain mentor of mine, a Hornless must influence as many quality souls as possible to be damned in Purgatory and have them sent to Hell, for not only will it facilitate the Balance, but also to provide the primary source of power, currency and entertainment for many demons from various stations and levels of Hell. The more powerful the soul, the greater the sin. The greater the sin, the greater the value. The greater the value, the stronger the possessing demon will become. I sometimes consider myself as some form of broker within this respect, as I too sometimes receive some very special requests. It can sometimes be boring or monotonous, but at other times, it can be quite interesting. I often find that it mutually beneficial for both myself and the markets I supply, in many various ways. There was always a bit of amusement to be had with every soul marked collected, always some gain to be had, whether the soul be willingly given or forcefully taken.

It has been a while since I have had such amusement however. Now might be a good time to awaken from my rest and become active once more. Who knows what feisty, delicious mortal souls lie beyond the gaping maws of the dimensional gates. Perhaps I might even gain a little something for myself to take home. A little souvenir or plaything.

Before I venture out into the wide grey yonder for my latest adventure, perhaps I should pick a new appropriate disguise, and perhaps even choose a new name. Male or female? Young or old? Peasant or nobleman? Criminal or constable? So many options to choose from.