"Yeah. I’m not proud of it, but I do." His jaw ticks, shifting his weight. "I don’t make a habit of holding grudges, but some people… they burn the bridge and then piss on the ashes."
He leans forward, forearms resting on his knees.
"First? Lachlan Ward." He lets the name hang for a second. "Used to be like a brother to me. We came up rough, always covering each other’s backs, but he sold me out for a higher stake and a cleaner name. Left me for dead in a deal gone sideways, then walked right into the Governor’s good graces like he never knew me. And the bastard still sends me a bottle every New Year like we’re friends playing some long joke."
His voice drops an octave, colder now. "He thinks I can’t touch him behind all that polished glass and state dinners. But I remember."
He straightens slightly, cracking his knuckles as if shaking the thought off, before his expression shifts, less fury, more something resigned.
"Second? My uncle, Arjun." He pauses. "Not because he ever tried to hurt me. But because he taught me everything about duty, sacrifice, pride... and then shattered it all. Had a whole second life, a family stashed away that he never told us about. Lied to my mother until the day she died. Made me feel like upholding the family name was sacred while he was out there soiling it."
He laughs once, but it’s bitter. "He’s the reason I never ask anyone to be loyal to me. I know how it feels when that pedestal cracks."
CALL ME DEV 🥁
❝Currently on quests to hunt the beasts that escaped the dark.❞
Every battle is another attempt to prove something to himself. Every beast slain is one more step toward the name he intends to reclaim. Yet beneath the stubborn drive lives something softer, something most warriors bury deep. Dev protects the weak with the loyalty of a dog guarding its home, even when no one is watching.
Some wounds sharpen a man. Others haunt him. Dev carries both.
themes of:
firelit inheritance · river-wrought destiny · honor hunted back · hidden gold · the beast within · warrior tenderness · sun-baked loyalty · sacred duty · haunted hometowns · weight of protection · dancing with danger · dog-hearted devotion · madness in the blood · resilience as ritual · embers that refuse to die · masculine softness · ghosts that know your name · inherited violence · grief beneath bravado · monsters of memory · earthbound heroism · fire as weapon and prayer
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Born to a family with deep roots along the Indus River, Devendra Yug grew up in the spirit-soaked town of Chanderi, raised mostly by his mother, a wandering performer whose laughter and songs once filled the dusty streets. From her he inherited warmth, charm, and a fierce devotion to the people he called his own.
From a young age, Dev showed the makings of a warrior. Strong, stubborn, and quick to throw himself into danger if it meant protecting someone else. The town came to know him as its most reliable defender, a young man who carried fire in both spirit and skill.
But Dev’s pride was once broken in a way that still follows him.
In his early years as a fighter, he faced a mysterious wandering swordsman in a duel meant to prove his rising reputation. Instead, the encounter ended in public defeat. Word spread quickly, and with it came whispers that Devendra Yug had been nothing more than another arrogant young warrior who reached too high too soon.
He left soon after.
Some say he left to restore his honor. Others believe he left because the shame of that moment burned too deeply to stay.
Before his departure, Dev had discovered a gold vein in the hills outside Chanderi, enough to secure his mother’s care as her mind slowly slipped into fragile madness. He made sure she would never struggle, even if he could not remain beside her.
Yet the darkness that haunted Chanderi never truly left his thoughts. Spirits and beasts had always stalked the edges of that town, and they seemed drawn to Dev in ways he could never fully explain.
So he began to hunt them.
Now Dev wanders far from the riverlands that raised him, chasing monsters across unfamiliar lands. Some battles are fought for coin, others for those who cannot defend themselves. But beneath every victory is the same quiet purpose.
To grow stronger.
To face the darkness without faltering.
And perhaps one day return home as the warrior he once believed himself to be.
When he left, his mother had only smiled softly and pressed her hand against his cheek.
how do you keep your own fires from consuming you? I hear regular fire can't arm you, but there is divine fire.
“Regular fire?” he said, voice low, almost amused. “No, that doesn’t touch me. It dances. It listens.”
He tapped his lips. “But divine fire, that’s different. It doesn’t just burn flesh. It tests you. It strips everything away until you’re left standing with only what you are.” He let out a slow breath, jaw tense. “How do I keep it from consuming me? I don't know.”
"Time is really important to me. I like wearing the watches, like the weight of them on my wrist, and simply watching the dials turn give me a soothing feeling. They're fun to collect too, and each of them have a nice history."
when's the last time you bruised someone? ever done so unintentionally? when's the last time you were bruised?
"It's only been from sparring, and I can't remember the last time I've done so unintentionally because I do make sure to hold back on my strength to make it as fair of a fight as possible. And last time I was bruised was when I took on Lachlan. Forgot how strong that son of a bitch is."
If you have a child what would you like their first words to be?
"If I had a child…" he started, his voice softer than usual, "I think I'd want their first words to be something simple. Something that tells me they’re not just hearing the world, but really seeing it." He smiled faintly, the idea of a child softening the edges of his demeanor. "Maybe 'Thank you.' Or maybe 'Home.' Something that means they've already found a place where they feel safe, where love comes before everything else."
He looked up, his eyes a little distant, as if imagining the future in that moment. "But, honestly? Anything that lets me know they trust me enough to speak their truth... that’s all I’d really want."
