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| Game History Profile: Isidorus |
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Isidorus
Level 9
Corruptor (Former Mastermind)
City of Villains
Twelve Bells
Virtue Server
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| Origin Story |
True names are bothersome, lets not discuss that little trivial piece of information just yet. Why don’t we start at the beginning? Yes. I am a construct, a being of fire, a soldier, one of God’s army. As such I have had the sickening privilege of watching God’s little clay children rise and fall. I watched Ha-satan trick the first in Eden, I watched Sodom burn to ash.. I’ve watched it all.
I grew weary of the depth of our Creators mercy. There was no depravity his little sinners would not revel in. No depths to which they wouldn’t crawl. It made me ill. It was like a disease I could not purge myself of. God had no forgiveness for his winged ones, yet we followed him blindly, and without reward.
I don’t know when it happened, time has become something of a blur for me at this point, but I slipped into darkness. I became an agent of Ha-satan’s will. I took that which was most precious to Him. Slaughtered indiscriminately, giving the souls to Hell before they could repent their sins. I could no longer stand by and watch the filth and sin humans spread across God’s world.
I was, of course, punished. Confined within the earth, skewered on a bed of spikes. Made to wait for an eternity, for the apocalypse, to be judged. Thousands of years I lay, twisted in agony. I had nothing but time to ponder, to dwell on my decision. Thousands of years…. Until I was uncovered by modern machines.
My power all but gone, I was trapped in the recesses of my mind when they found me, my body nearly destroyed from the spikes and the weight of my crushing prison. I was taken, tested, even displayed in a museum. However, my power began to return. It was slow, but steady, and eventually I was able to move. I was completely blind. A millennia of darkness will do that. With my other senses dulled, it made escaping difficult, and the modern cityscape was nothing more than a maze to me at that point.
I was confronted, I killed it. It happened several more times, each resulting the same. Eventually I was apprehended and thrown into yet another prison, this one much less painful. I had time though, time to rest and regenerate my body and my powers. I was once a heavenly power to be reckoned with, and as I sat in my cell, I considered my position. Had the world gotten so bad that that God Himself allowed me to escape to continue my genocide? Or was this not in His plan and I was free to continue my war on humanity?
It didn’t matter. I had fallen from His grace. I would walk my path.
Humanity will suffer as I had. Original sin is a joke. I will purge them all of their sin.
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I’ve discovered I am not as strong as I should be. I was blind in my arrogance. The one I was imprisoned with for so long survived as I did. He confronted me and I lost. After all this time he finally won. Thankfully I have a loyal follower. Azliel found my new prison and released me. My wings are broken, my power lost yet again. This time though, this time will be different. While Azliel extracts vengeance from the one called Cretheus, I regain my power. No longer will I hide behind mortals. My poison and pestilence spreads. Disease is my weapon, death is the only cure. There is no salvation. No hope. Not anymore.
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