Note Transfer- Shossle
Saxwik, the One who is Glad in Fire, is a Hoax said to possess Gobs when they live up to his name. Truly it could be translated “pyromaniac” as the word is applied to “Saxwik-possessed” Jeimon. Saxwik is seen as the reflection of fire in someone’s eyes, and despite its origins is counted by many among Shossles rather than Hoaxes.
Saxwik’s Xokonx is in any burning structure or Wood, and it is a door into the World of Fire, wherein Saxwik has his home. Many Souls are lost to Saxwik when he strikes, and these souls become Soulish Fire, sworn to him.
As far as fiends go, Saxwik is very ambitious and power-thirsty. If he is ever made aware of the possibility of godhood, he will chase it more than anything else.
Saxwik - Firefiend, Ashbeer. A warlock of Saxwik could probs treat him as a Fiend or a Genie.
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Saxwik spake with soot. “You see now why I am here.” Bern could not give answer, could not croak forth rage. “Everything you’ve said loud on the chappings place,” said the Shossle, “every oath you swore before others! What did it mean if here you did not take on the deed?” Bern stood at the foot of the Sun, and nothing yet burned. The Fourflat stood high above them, hiding them from that False King Soul. The greatness of this god, their power, it was all Untrue. Bern could show all who see light or feel heat or smell smoke. He could do it now. “You could do it now.” Ashtongue reached for his hand. It burned him, but he could not scream. “Did you believe that I would steal your body? Did you believe that I would burn as I would and leave you without blame? I must be needed. I must be believed in.” Bern eyed the torchlight of the nearby road, lit now to honor Sun in their slumber... “Go on, my child of fire,” said Smokebreath. “Let us reach out as one.”