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The Villain of Forgotten Affinity

Uriel Cain is a dictator who came to rule over the Rive Isles many O years ago. He has been in power for so long that people have forgotten what led up to him being put in power. He possesses magical, though not very gentle, abilities. He likes the blood of his enemies, banter with annoying heroes, his daily cup of tea and dragons.

Questions?

If you want to ask any questions about the story, I am happy to answer them. If it spoils a plot point, I will give a criptic answer. If it is inappropriate, I will give you a random, not at all related, fact about a character or the story.

[Extra] He hates being called Koa and hates being called his last name. He also has a distaste for statues.

Someone in the comment section of a site made the CUTEST uriel symbolic form crochet for the new orv chapter! I don't want to post it here because obviously, I didn't make it. Check it here and give it likes :<.

Thoughts about the chapter? the dokja simps are having a feast!

How would Frury, Lilith and Uriel react to finding a human who is currently fighting a rather large demon and just before they could intervene, assuming they wanted to, the human kills it? (This human would become their future S.o but you know. First impressions are important. XD) Thanks friend. :)

|| I’m sorry for how long this took to make, I’ve just bee really busy lately. I hope you don’t mind the scenarios being as long as they are either. I wanted to test my luck with typing out long responses. Enjoy! (btw Lilith is hard to write for!)||

Fury:

Fury looked worriedly on as she rushed to save the human, whip drawn and pulled taut between her fists. The Trauma was charging towards them and coming in fast, just a little too fast for her to get there in time.

Just as the Trauma reared and Fury pulled her whip back over her head, she heard the small human let out a blood curdling yell and she noticed it chuck a spear-like piece of shrapnel at the raging beast. It hit the Trauma full force in the throat, effectively slicing it open just enough to half-drown it in its own blood and bile. Fury stopped dead in her tracks, hands and whip falling down to her sides and a look of awe splashing against her pale face.

She watched you walk up to the writhing demon, rip the shrapnel out of it’s throat, and plunge it back in again and again. The more times you stabbed the more she was placed back into the reality of the situation.

Fury regained herself and walked over to the mess, trying to approach the situation as cautiously as she could, even speaking in low tones so as not to surprise the human.

“Human…”

You whipped your head around to see this tall woman with deep, wine colored hair. You assumed she was another monster to slay and you raised the shrapnel in front of yourself, brandishing it like a spear.

“Easy now, little one, it’s okay,” Fury raised her hands in caution.

“Who are you?” you asked, backing away slowly.

Fury gently grabbed the end of your weapon and gave it a little tug, signaling you to let go. You oblige, albeit a bit begrudgingly, no longer seeing her as a threat but still unsure of her intentions. She then placed it on the ground beside her, never breaking eye contact.

“There will be time to explain all of that later, now come with me.”

You wander off with Fury, the entire way explaining to her all that’s happened to you. She in turn tries to answer all the questions you have. There’s so much you have yet to learn and creatures much more menacing that litter your path.

Uriel:

Uriel surveyed the skies, flying low enough to see individual demons scattering along the ruined earth below. Ever since the Hunter incident she’d been careful to look closer just in case there were other survivors hiding from the demon spawn.

Soon enough she caught sight of a large Gore Claw swarming into a cramped alleyway to chase a small hooded figure.

A human!?

Uriel readied her halberd and nosedived, aiming for the figure. Her plan was to swoop in, pluck the human from the fray, and come back for the demon once the human was placed on a safe perch. However, the human had other plans.

You set up many booby traps that just lay waiting for the time when you needed to get out of a pinch or when a demon stupidly fell into one. All of that planning paid off when you found yourself ambushed by a horrific beast. You bobbed and wove under the rubble and through buildings to get to home base, a makeshift shelter in a part of town you knew well enough to booby trap. The alleyway you were currently running down had a small area of open ground that you’d filled with spikes and covered over in debris to make a trap hole. Thankfully you also made a small ramp that reached just far enough for you to jump over the trap and safely onto the other side.

The demon fell hard into the trap, shrieking as its body sunk onto the sharp pieces of metal shrapnel. It howled in pain for a short while and then grew quiet. The sound itself didn’t concern you, but rather how fast it died off. You, knowing better than to look back until you had the higher ground, just couldn’t resist a little peek into the hole just to be safe. 

Just as you prepared to take a quick glance at the carnage, a hand on your shoulder startled you, and in whipping your head around, you failed to notice the demon’s tail catch your leg to pull you in with it. It pulled hard, causing you to slip backwards with a shriek.

The hand that startled you reached out swiftly to catch you by the wrist and pull you from the trap where the demon’s mouth sat wide open to catch you and devour you whole.

You hadn’t expected to be snuck up on, and Uriel hadn’t expected you to be so clever as to lead the demon into such a basic trap. She pulled you into her waiting arms and you thrashed hard against her, trying to break free from her superhuman grip.

“Let me go!”

“Be still human,” Uriel held your arms to your side waiting for you to stop fighting her.

You eased after a time and calmed down enough to see that your attacker was not a demon, and not threatening to hurt you.

“Who are you?”

“I am Uriel of the Hellguard. I’m impressed with your fortitude, human,” she let her grip slacken a little before continuing, “now let’s take you to safety.”

Before you could protest, Uriel picked you up, holding you firmly to her chest, and launched from the alley back to her squadron, nearly knocking breath out of you. You were unsure of the situation, but were in no position to object.

Lilith:

Lilith heard there were some human’s still managing to survive on the ruined earth, and this piqued her interests greatly. It was rare that she’d had a human in her chambers, and she had little power to go and find some for herself, so she did the next best thing and resorted to bargaining with three of Samael’s remaining servants to help her gain access to one of the last survivors, and with her status, who were they to say “no”? 

Off went the troops she employed to retrieve her precious cargo from the Third Kingdom while she waited patiently in her chambers. She was hopeful that by the time a human had been brought to her, it wouldn’t be too badly injured to give her a little bit of fun.

Lilith watched through her magical hand mirror in amusement as the demons poked and prodded you into a corner. You were a hard one to catch and you looked to be giving them quite the bit of trouble. She could also see they were being rough with you, something she expected and even permitted to an extent. What she couldn’t have expected though was how dangerous humans could be: you, a tiny little human that looked like it barely reached her belly button in height, ferociously killed one of the phantom guard she had sent. All of it happening almost too fast for Lilith to react.

You pulled from your sleeve what looked to be a bone that was sharpened to a point on either side and jumped on the demon’s chest, driving it in deep, stabbing again and again roughly ten times before turning on the other two who were encroaching in on you.

“You want some of this!?” you shouted at them, brandishing your double ended bone knife. They looked at each other and snarled in agreement before turning to pounce on you. 

One of them caught you in the side before you could maneuver out of the way, and the taste of you blood on the air distracted them both for a moment. This gave you some time to hurl a crudely made smoke pellet into one of their faces, hitting square in the eyes. Both were mildly distracted by the fog with the mostly blind one attacking the other in the haze, providing some cover for you to hightail it out of there a safe distance away. But they would be after you soon enough, with the smell of your fresh blood giving them a clear trail to follow

Lilith reclined into her throne, a pleased smile playing at her lips.

Humans are such interesting creatures.

This unexpected game of cat and mouse appealed to her and she couldn’t wait to see who would win.