my crown rests upon an empty throne ¤ joining

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[color=#151B54]JERISIDIE
" i am the god-damn king !! "

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this wasn't the first nor the last time the king would find himself wandering, spreading word to those of his lineage, his children and far descendants, that it would soon be time to take up their swords against their enemies. he was the patriarch, the founder of his lineage eons back in the past.

the lingré family was a strong bunch that had swelled with time. there was a feud that had been going on since the start among the old-blood demons. his had successfully taken the throne in a long and deadly war those many years ago. it had been just himself and his first lover fighting to establish his standing among the other demons. it had been a whole event for the history books, a new demon rising fast with no family or friends to back him other than the god of kindness. what a hoax.

now he had come to the mortal world in his restless travels, finding refuge first in the human groups before he had found comfort in another living being. a fallen hero, one that still practiced his values well. he had lost control of the earthen elemental powers he had had since training so very long ago.

this accident had caused an unexpected collapse of his mentality, something that a trip back to his throne would cure. he had locked away certain memories without intending to, luckily remembering the god that had been reborn so much weaker than he had been when he had saved him as a human child so very far in the past.

the ex-gladiator was a war-bound soul, always ready to fight. he had manifested a second personality or so he had come to realize when he began hearing a voice nagging his thoughts years ago. the voice had been titled jikai, nothing more than a waste of his time. this personality, if you will, is the embodiment of his rage and violence, turning him into the killing machine he's always been. when his children had come to the fore of his time, he had locked jikai away so he could raise his young.

recently he had re-emerged on him, and under his influence he had joined the pitt. he had taken a dweller rank, not comfortable with what went on around him. he had met his newest child, tsuyu, in the pitt, so at least it wasn't a useless trip. whilst there he had received some new injuries, the sort that had ripped open the scabs that covered half of his face, as well as breaking his former failing prosthetic leg. those were just some of the worst and most painful, considering that the prosthetic was attached to his nerves and muscles at the hip, thanks to it being created of plants, a testament of his power.

he wore a skull over his own, one that he had crafted months ago when he had been a human. it was a large canine skull, able to fit over his face and the scars that he bore, with a working lower jaw controlled by wires. the mask was removable of course, settled comfortably against his horns of a dark mahogany.

appearing at the border, his head up he breathed out. he had made a deal with a vampire to take his emotions. sitting down, he would wait patiently.