Puddles glisten with the red glow of the city and the pale gold of the moon. Rain trickles down buildings and rooftops into cracks and crevices, nurturing the pitiful plant life that thrives underfoot. There's a constant, hushed murmur in the air. The City of The High Sun is never idle, there is always time for praise to be given to the God of their realm. And yet they're still human. Daytime moves at a crawl with mundane tasks and chores. Evening and dawn are for rest and to recover. Midnight is when worship truly begins.
Crouched under an overhang sits a dark creature with glowing eyes, sharp teeth, and a lashing tail. Scars litter it's body underneath the torn and tattered cloak it wears. Floppy ears poke out from the crimson fluff atop it's head. It chitters and growls at a strange, long forgotten device between its claws. The small glass screen flashes with bright colors of reds and blacks. Monstrous sounds blare from the object and- It's Doom. Hellebore is playing Doom.
Hellebore is the sadistic, calculated half of what was once Bloodmoon. Another mistake of Mizar's. A demonic ritual when creating an animatronic was bound to result in the summoning of a demon. Most would think that to be obvious. His solely mechanical twin is long dead, killed by Mizar's hand minutes before his rise to Godhood. There was no time for Hellebore to enact revenge when everything dissipated before his eyes. A mishap in the cult, some experimentation with demonic magic, and he's returned as if nothing ever happened. After years of adjusting to the cult and gaining a following for his bloodlust he made a home for himself out in a large, barren field. His brother's grave sits on a hilltop surrounded by the very flowers the living twin has claimed for his name. Most of Hellebore's time is spent away, either in the city with his friend Sirius or in the castle risking his very existence whenever he opens his mouth.
Sirius is a Ruined Eclipse. Many mishaps, misunderstanding, and near death experiences led him to hide away in the dimension of Lord Mizar. He's made a home for himself in the midst of the city of Cacumen. While the fleshy humans of the town become fodder for his demon friend, he makes use of the poor automatons that populate a small portion of the cult. One would think that they would be worshipped for being so close in nature to the Lord, but jealousy is a vile emotion. Thus he spends most of his time swindling fellow bots of parts to keep himself from shutting down.
Hihi. I also run @scorchedmizar :D
This is Hellebore speaking.
This is Sirius speaking.
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