A story of lies.
To be found by demons is not the best fate one might have. A near certain death sentence more like. They are heartless beings. With little regard for the lives of others. But to be found by one that can see potential in even a baby, is a cruel blessing.
Sinderi was found during a routine patrol upon Eden. A time in which a handful of demons scout the lands, trying to find out what happens in the higher realms, and to hunt down rogue demons. Abandoned in the woods it was certain the infant would die. If not eaten by hungry beasts then the cold would get her. But, neither of those things had crossed paths. Instead it was a demon. A lone hunter in the night whose hounds had alerted it. From one glance he could tell something was odd about the human he had found. For it defied nature by giggling as the fiend approached. It should have been terrified. Crying at its mere presence far before he’d come in sight. Then why? Perhaps he had found something far more valuable than a rogue demon this night. The child was swathed in cloth and taken along. Back towards the fiery pits that had once birthed the cursed soul.
Upon arrival his suspicions were confirmed. The child did cry, for the heat was immense, but she calmed after not even an hour. Puzzled the man, Moh’gar, brought the child along to his own creator. A succubus by the name of Sijobu. Matriarch to the cult of the bleeding sun. One who had the luxury to orchestrate festivities to the high court, rather than entertain the common rabble with her body. She concluded they had indeed found something special. A child entirely resistant to fire. Even those damned flames they commanded. Word was sent out to the high lords, and approval soon came to raise the child as one of their own. To see just how much it could offer them. With a new life, a name was necessary. So Sinderi was chosen. Derived from the word sindrei in Mohin. Child of cinders. For the few locks she had were a lovely red, and she enjoyed the presence of fire.
Her childhood wasn’t easy. Lucifer himself had come by on numerous occasions to check on the girl’s progress, and she was blessed with his protection. Though their interactions were few Sinderi saw a father figure in the fallen Arch Angel. Drawn to his divinity like any human would, be it tainted. Had he not accepted her adoption into the demonic world she would have died, after all. It was told to her many a time. How she would have died that night if it weren’t for Moh’gar, who had become her adopted brother and mentor. Eternally grateful the young girl devoted her time to studies, and trained from the point she could hold a sword, to the time she was too tired to stand. Time and time again. Slowly the years ticked by at first. Sinderi grew stronger by the day and began a small career to earn money of her own with pit fights. Something she excelled at due to the excellent training of her brother. It was around the age of twenty that she was called to the high council herself. A lifetime opportunity, they had said. Something only she could do. To become the prison for a demon whom had been sentenced to an eternity in captivity, but whose cell was slowly growing too weak to hold it. Naturally Sinderi agreed. Her body was strong, as was her mind, and her sense of duty boundless.
A few years passed and the union was made once she was fully prepared, and her back had been tainted with dark lines to prepare her body for its new inhabitant. With this she also became considered a true demon, and was gifted with immortality. It wasn’t an easy time, by no means. Huír fought fiercely for the first year. A power struggle between two consciousnesses. Fortunately her mother was always nearby to soothe the aching. Even though it never fully subsided. When finally it dawned on the demon that this was to be its fate and it had lost again to its creators, it submitted to the girl. Lending her his power more and more readily. Until she had mastered what he could offer entirely. At this time she was given one of the being’s weapon, and allowed to enrol in the damned legions.
For centuries Sinderi served under Beleth, until finally she had climbed in rank to a commander position directly under him. Many battles were fought, many were won. Sinderi and Huír were a fearsome pair together. Merciless, strict, and not tolerating of what might be perceived as disrespect. Demons knew her name, and knew to step aside when she passed. There was one battle though. One terrible fight that ended in her downfall. What appeared to be a normal siege turned out to be a trap set by the high heavens and a few deserters of the damned legions. Michael and Gabriel came down. Trumpets echoed far and wide, and a blinding light captivated the legions she commanded. Her warning cries saved few, but she, along with many others, were entranced, and smited. She was among the few that survived, but her punishment for leading so many to their death was perhaps even more so. Public whipping, and two hundred years impaled in a dank cell were her reward for her long years of service. Her rank was taken away. As were her titles. A rankles demon had no place in Hell. It brought no honour to defeat, and she couldn’t bear roaming the streets that once quaked at her arrival.
So she begged, pleaded for another chance to be useful. It was given to her upon Earth. The place she had been found six hundred years before. For the next four hundred years she roamed there. Ever fleeing the cold grasp of winter. Given the lowly job of hunting down rogue demons. Sending them back where they belonged. When wars waged in the human world she often watched. Observing the cruelty of the human race, and to learn to despise them. Never before had she had a need to feed off of them, but without Hell’s constant supply of energy she didn’t have a choice. Still she tried to stretch the time as far as she could. The act disgusted her, especially the more she learned about them and their twisted ways. But nevertheless Sinderi lingered around battle to ambush demons that thought they could get a quick meal, and to ward them off at the same time. For even if she found these beings despicable, they did deserve a fair judgement in the afterlife. Despite taking caution to not draw attention she was still seen at times. Her ghastly appearance, with deathly pale skin and piercing red eyes, soon gave rise to strange stories of a banshee mourning the fallen. Some brave souls even attempted to take her life, but none succeeded, and most didn’t return. Sinderi still wanders the earth alone. Fulfilling her duty from the shadows.
Sinderi was found during a routine patrol upon Eden. A time in which a handful of demons scout the lands, trying to find out what happens in the higher realms, and to hunt down rogue demons. Abandoned in the woods it was certain the infant would die. If not eaten by hungry beasts then the cold would get her. But, neither of those things had crossed paths. Instead it was a demon. A lone hunter in the night whose hounds had alerted it. From one glance he could tell something was odd about the human he had found. For it defied nature by giggling as the fiend approached. It should have been terrified. Crying at its mere presence far before he’d come in sight. Then why? Perhaps he had found something far more valuable than a rogue demon this night. The child was swathed in cloth and taken along. Back towards the fiery pits that had once birthed the cursed soul.
Upon arrival his suspicions were confirmed. The child did cry, for the heat was immense, but she calmed after not even an hour. Puzzled the man, Moh’gar, brought the child along to his own creator. A succubus by the name of Sijobu. Matriarch to the cult of the bleeding sun. One who had the luxury to orchestrate festivities to the high court, rather than entertain the common rabble with her body. She concluded they had indeed found something special. A child entirely resistant to fire. Even those damned flames they commanded. Word was sent out to the high lords, and approval soon came to raise the child as one of their own. To see just how much it could offer them. With a new life, a name was necessary. So Sinderi was chosen. Derived from the word sindrei in Mohin. Child of cinders. For the few locks she had were a lovely red, and she enjoyed the presence of fire.
Her childhood wasn’t easy. Lucifer himself had come by on numerous occasions to check on the girl’s progress, and she was blessed with his protection. Though their interactions were few Sinderi saw a father figure in the fallen Arch Angel. Drawn to his divinity like any human would, be it tainted. Had he not accepted her adoption into the demonic world she would have died, after all. It was told to her many a time. How she would have died that night if it weren’t for Moh’gar, who had become her adopted brother and mentor. Eternally grateful the young girl devoted her time to studies, and trained from the point she could hold a sword, to the time she was too tired to stand. Time and time again. Slowly the years ticked by at first. Sinderi grew stronger by the day and began a small career to earn money of her own with pit fights. Something she excelled at due to the excellent training of her brother. It was around the age of twenty that she was called to the high council herself. A lifetime opportunity, they had said. Something only she could do. To become the prison for a demon whom had been sentenced to an eternity in captivity, but whose cell was slowly growing too weak to hold it. Naturally Sinderi agreed. Her body was strong, as was her mind, and her sense of duty boundless.
A few years passed and the union was made once she was fully prepared, and her back had been tainted with dark lines to prepare her body for its new inhabitant. With this she also became considered a true demon, and was gifted with immortality. It wasn’t an easy time, by no means. Huír fought fiercely for the first year. A power struggle between two consciousnesses. Fortunately her mother was always nearby to soothe the aching. Even though it never fully subsided. When finally it dawned on the demon that this was to be its fate and it had lost again to its creators, it submitted to the girl. Lending her his power more and more readily. Until she had mastered what he could offer entirely. At this time she was given one of the being’s weapon, and allowed to enrol in the damned legions.
For centuries Sinderi served under Beleth, until finally she had climbed in rank to a commander position directly under him. Many battles were fought, many were won. Sinderi and Huír were a fearsome pair together. Merciless, strict, and not tolerating of what might be perceived as disrespect. Demons knew her name, and knew to step aside when she passed. There was one battle though. One terrible fight that ended in her downfall. What appeared to be a normal siege turned out to be a trap set by the high heavens and a few deserters of the damned legions. Michael and Gabriel came down. Trumpets echoed far and wide, and a blinding light captivated the legions she commanded. Her warning cries saved few, but she, along with many others, were entranced, and smited. She was among the few that survived, but her punishment for leading so many to their death was perhaps even more so. Public whipping, and two hundred years impaled in a dank cell were her reward for her long years of service. Her rank was taken away. As were her titles. A rankles demon had no place in Hell. It brought no honour to defeat, and she couldn’t bear roaming the streets that once quaked at her arrival.
So she begged, pleaded for another chance to be useful. It was given to her upon Earth. The place she had been found six hundred years before. For the next four hundred years she roamed there. Ever fleeing the cold grasp of winter. Given the lowly job of hunting down rogue demons. Sending them back where they belonged. When wars waged in the human world she often watched. Observing the cruelty of the human race, and to learn to despise them. Never before had she had a need to feed off of them, but without Hell’s constant supply of energy she didn’t have a choice. Still she tried to stretch the time as far as she could. The act disgusted her, especially the more she learned about them and their twisted ways. But nevertheless Sinderi lingered around battle to ambush demons that thought they could get a quick meal, and to ward them off at the same time. For even if she found these beings despicable, they did deserve a fair judgement in the afterlife. Despite taking caution to not draw attention she was still seen at times. Her ghastly appearance, with deathly pale skin and piercing red eyes, soon gave rise to strange stories of a banshee mourning the fallen. Some brave souls even attempted to take her life, but none succeeded, and most didn’t return. Sinderi still wanders the earth alone. Fulfilling her duty from the shadows.