Full Name Kaelren Shigarai
Nickname Kael — /kaɪ.jɛl/ — Kai-yehl
Race Demonic Entity
Subrace Tiefling
TLDR: Kael will never admit that he is a demon as he presents himself as an Angelic Entity due to his obsession for light magic.
Kingdom Moonvale
Bloodline Half-human, Half-demon
Age 1003
Height 181CM
Florist — Kael works at a flower shop, though his intentions go far beyond arranging bouquets. Beneath the shop lies a hidden hub containing something vital for his rituals—something he is determined to access. The owner remains unaware of his true purpose, and Kael keeps the key to the basement in his possession, ensuring no one else stumbles upon the secret he seeks.
A small house tucked away in the corner of Moonvale, nestled near the river and forest—Kael claims it brings him closer to nature.
There’s nothing he desires more than to master the art of light magic, regardless of how impossible it may seem. Enchanted by its beauty, he seeks to make it his own—though in the end, he will twist it into something far more sinister.
He needs to hide away the remnants of Hell that live within him—the intrusive thoughts that urge him to destroy what he has healed, to unravel what he has nurtured. Resisting them is a constant battle, a war waged in silence. He must hold back, suppress the chaos clawing at his mind, and maintain the facade of something softer, something angelic.
Born into a lineage steeped in the dark arts, Kael once reveled in the formidable power of his necromancer heritage. As the next ruler of Hell, he held dominion over death itself—yet beneath his gratitude lay an insatiable yearning, a hollow ache for something beyond his mastery. Though he commanded the dead, a void within him lingered, whispering of a deeper purpose just beyond his grasp.
Drawn by this longing, he ventured to his mother’s homeland; earth—the very place where she had been staked through. It was twisted, really, to seek the witchcraft she once wielded, only to find himself enamored by the land itself. The sky, the forests, the fragile beauty of living things—wonders he had never known in Hell. One could hardly blame him.
And so, his path shifted. He immersed himself in the world of light magic, captivated by its purity, enchanted by its promise of something untainted. He longed to wield its brilliance, to become one with the beauty it radiated. But it came at a cost. His own kind refused to acknowledge his existence, despite the power he still held over them. In their eyes, Kael had strayed too far, dared to seek the sacred, as if he would not dare cross them in the name of light itself.
And he let them believe it. Let the idea sink deep into their heads. One day, it would serve him well—because nothing weakens a demon more than the illusion of control.
To wield both dark and light magic is to become the savior all would seek—an illusion he masterfully weaves. What is the throne of Hell compared to the power of divinity itself? Playing God and the bearer of His word, he will bend faith to his will, twisting devotion into chains. A demon at heart, manipulation is not just instinct but his very essence, laced into every gentle smile and soft-spoken promise. He was never meant to bring salvation—only chaos. And he will. He will craft the most beautiful chaos.
More to come on how he wields his powers.
The mastery of death and the manipulation of souls. Necromancy grants control over the dead, the ability to drain life energy, and the power to bend mortality itself to one’s will.
<aside> 🌙 Necromancy is the practice of controlling the dead, manipulating souls, and breaking the boundary between life and death. Those who wield it don’t just summon corpses—they twist the natural order, bending death itself to their will. Through dark rituals and forbidden knowledge, necromancers can raise the fallen, drain life energy from the living, and bind spirits to serve them.
This magic is feared and despised, for it defies the cycle of life, turning the dead into mere tools of power. A skilled necromancer can pull secrets from lost souls, curse enemies with slow, lingering death, or even tie themselves to death itself—walking the thin line between the living and the damned. But such power comes at a price. The deeper one dives into necromancy, the more they risk losing their own humanity, their soul slowly fading into the darkness.
For Kael, necromancy is not just a skill but a birthright, woven into his very being. It is the foundation of his strength—one he wields with ease, yet one he seeks to surpass.
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