Ceaseless cravings

Azrael’s story is truly one of tragedy… in its purest form. Growing up with his twin brother Azazel, the sons of a great and power Duke of Antioch. Azrael’s days were spent fantasizing about becoming a great and beloved knight. When he and his brother were 12 that all changed for Azrael. They had been sent with their mother and envoy to bring food and supplies to a neighboring Iron Sultanate colony. The exchange was impart to arrange a marriage between his family (the bothers) and two of the Sultans many daughters. On the way their caravan was attacked by ravenous pack of the blighted horde. The boys mother was torn apart and devoured before their eyes. The convoy’s militant force had been effectively cut in half. But failure was not an option the supplies still intact and unspoiled by the blight. A Knight both the boys knew well approaches them. My little lords I am sorry for your mother but my mission is to get you and these supplies to the Sultanate. We must push on. The boys eyes appeared hallowed yet heavy by the experience. They arrived and were taken in by the sultanate but would not return to their homes in Antioch. Azrael driven by his desire to purify the evils of the world and put an end hunger and pain. He trained relentlessly in his time among the sultanate. Making quite an impression on his bride to be, whom fell in love with his passionate determination. By the time the boys were 18 they had already been on 4 missions clearing the blight of the Lord of Flies. On the fifth his brother Azazel was separated not to be found. Upon returning to the sultanate he kissed his beloved princesses one last time, before returning beyond the iron walls in search of his brother. By the time he found Azazel the blight had already taken hold of his brother. Azraels warband in ruins, weilding his automatic shielded shotgun his bayonet already affixed Azrael proceeds to fight his way through the horde making his way to Azazel cutting down foe after foe… but just as he reached his fallen brother Azrael collapses to his knees. Azrael looks down at his body and see’s all the damage he took to get to his brother and he feels the burning of the blight making its way into his wounds. He closes his eyes and thinks of his princess, of his love, of that last kiss. A hand falls on his shoulder. Azazel says the pain will be over soon brother. Azrael closes his eyes one last time and when he opens them he sees his brother Azazel and all of his fallen comrades as they were before the blight. Azazel says, Azrael come brother we have work to do.

The day Azazel’s mother died, was the start of down fall of Azazel. He heard a voice speak to him, in the moments of his mothers undoing. The voice of Beelzebub, come my fallen angel join us, your brothers and sisters, the fallen of the God’s. The words echoed in his head! He became distant feeling that he himself and his brother weren’t from the world they know and live in. When he arrived in the sultanate he met his betrothed a girl four years his elder. Her name Hecate, she embraced the young Azazel as soon as they met. She whispered in his ear, we meet again in this new life my love, not even the God’s will keep us apart. She then kissed him. The next 4 years of his life he spent training to become a great warrior but the training always came with ease. He felt as if he had been fighting for centuries. These thoughts were only furthered with his afternoons and nights spent with his betrothed. As she told him about the God’s and where Azazel and Hecate had originally came from, and why they had been cast down from the heavens. At first he was unsure… but everytime the young lovers touched he felt like more and more memories of a past life or life's were making their way into his mind. Azazel began to believe Hecate and fell hard, in love with his spiritual soulmate. By the time he was 18 Hecate had devised a plan for the two of them to join Beelzebub’s ranks in defiance of the mortal realm. Hecate my love she says to Azazel, we will join our fallen sister’s and brother’s of the heaven.. as knights in Beezlebub’s army. Hecate say’s he will let us retain our memory’s and our love for eachother as we purge the plague of The Morningstar’s doing. Mortal’s should never have been given free will. And none of this will end until we undo what he started. Azazel agreed and said we shall devour them all like very jaws of Time himself!

Noble born, Ludwik was given everything his entire life. The only thing he ever worked for was the work he put into dispatching his enemies. His thirst for blood and craven mayhem became his greatest downfall his Greatest Hunger! Longing even in his dreams to bring pain wherever he could. Ludwik’s violent thoughts consumed him like a plague… until all that was left was his Great Hunger. A pleasant and fortuitous surprise for The Lord of Flys. To find a general so easily corrupted with the hunger filled hate and drive needed to spread blight across the mortal realm.