Background
Background
Skia
D emons are not born but created when your death comes cruelly. Some become the evil, bloodthirsty type of demons humanity fears because that’s how they lived in the mortal realm. These rarely leave the Dark Realm, but some do escape.
Some, like myself, are victims of the horror and chose to become demons. We are the watchers and protectors. We not only deliver justice upon the filth of humanity, but demons who don’t follow the rules set out by The High Lord.
The High Lord was once an angel who jumped from heaven to make humanity pay for their sins. He was the first demon. No one knows his real name, and no one’s dumb enough to ask. Those who meet him call him by his title, or face harsh punishment. Those who he confides in are allowed to call him Lord Prōto .
My name is Skia, and in Greek that means shadow. My name before is long forgotten. Skia is the name Lord Prōto gave me the day he gave me a choice… go to heaven and become an angel, or become the first and only shadow demon. Even though it has been almost a thousand years, I remember that day clearly, as if it had just happened. Set on becoming an angel, Lord Prōto told me what the guys who violently murdered me had done. If that wasn’t bad enough, he told me what they were planning to do next.
Normally Lord Prōto erases a demon’s memories, but mine he left to fuel my heart. It made me ill to think of the depravity they had planned. So, I agreed to become a demon, under two conditions. Any human I devoured did not get to become a demon. Second, I only fed off the worst scum on earth. Never the innocent, and there was to never be a gray area. Consuming evil was my reward, and I haven’t looked back since.
I am Skia the Shadow Heart.