Devil's Flame - The Rise and Fall of a Hero

Faith was just graduating high school. She had her whole life ahead of her; good grades, prospects for college, and even dabbled in some of the arcane arts. But despite all these positives in her life, she longed for a companion to share the world with. Using her knowledge, intellect and some lucky guesses, she began to put together a magical ritual of summoning. She was calling upon the great magic of the dark; to summon an entity which would help her cause.

She began, chanting the words, singing the praises. The world went black, then red; a burst of light shot from the floor. An entity rose from the floor boards: red eyes, horns, and a grin that bestowed promise of power. Faith called upon the entity to provide her the gift of a lover, a companion, a soul mate.

“Is this your wish? I can do this, as I have one such man in mind. The price is high should you reject my generosity!” shot back the unworldly thing.

“Anything to fill my void!” she replied with tears.

A gust of red hot air came out of nowhere; the world seemed to tremble under her feet. She looked down certain that she was in the middle of a volcano, the sensation was so vivid. Then it stopped. The world was again normal, light shinning in through the windows, the air crisp and refreshing. As she looked up, looked to where the entity had been, stood a man directly where the light had been only moments before.

He was handsome and calm. He smiled as she took measure of him. This is what she had been longing for, a man of her own!

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Weeks went by, Faith and her lover spending most of their time together. But as that time grew, so did Faith’s feeling that this was not real! Seem more of a relationship built on lust than love. One that Faith was beginning to think had to end.

Determined to end the charade, she confronted her lover that night. He was shocked; outraged! He began to curse, spat and scream out words that could only have been a lost language of the arcane, Faith knew.

He began to contort, change, into something only brewed in nightmares.

“You can’t make a packed with the abyss and not path the price!” the devil himself spat back at her.

The world erupted in flames and pain. Faith screamed out to god for mercy; cried out to the holders of goodly magics for pity.

Whether it was her magics or god, she awoke the next day alive, but somehow different. She had been transformed. Her body was badly burned, her skill hot to the touch. She could feel the fires within.

Thus was born the “Devil’s Flame”.

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