Phayne
Fire Lord
Phayne is known across the lands as a demon that loaths everything and everyone. Even his own brothers, Zazoro, Zathura, and Garanzo, believe him to be a recluse shut-in, because he hates the world and all its things so much. But this is not entirely the truth.
Phayne doesn’t hate everything. He hates people.
Phayne is a collector. A demon with a passion for gaining things.
When the gates of Hell were open to him and his brothers, he would scour the vast array of worlds the universes had to offer, gathering items from all eras and realms, taking them back to his castle where he would study them relentlessly. After he'd learnt all he could from an object, he would store it within the endless amount of enchanted rooms his castle contained, for safe keeping. Mounds upon mounds of items now litter his castle, as high as the ceilings in the tallest rooms. Stacked upon another, awaiting to be looked at again.
Of course, since Phayne chooses to live alone, no one but the unluckiest of folk have the pleasure to rest their eyes upon his treasuries. Those folk who mistook his run down castle for hopeful shelter against the frightful winds that reside outside, now traverse those never ending hallways. Those very same folk that are driven insane, reduced to bloody, howling stumps, from millennia alone wandering the dark castle corridors. These are known as Crawlers and are the only company Phayne prefers to keep; considering them akin to parts of his collections.
The items Phayne hoards, do not have meaning to him personally, but he desires to acquire everything, old and new. To see the created object, at least once, before storing it away. Being a massive collector of things, does not exclude his curiosity with living things. Despite his hatred of others, it is not unknown for him to gather remains, or 'soon to be' remains of creatures that reside the Hellscape outside - and particularly those he finds wandering lost within his Hallways. Phyane has a dark curiosity that leads him to believe he could have the power to create. To create something uniquely special, that he's invented all his own. Create, like a torture demon Creates.
Gathering the lifeless forms of broken souls, he patches together a beautiful creature. An angel born of demon parts.
And at last, the plan to restore his sacred portal gate, is set in motion...
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The Castle and surrounding landscape
Phayne's residency is surrounded by a violent storm. Hurricane weather rages an electricity charged tornado across the landscape of flame fumed bogs.
He lives alone in a broken down, ramshackle castle. Magically sealed, bordered up windows, and torn paintings litter the dusty charred halls.
He spends his time pacing the never ending corridors of his dark keep, plotting up ways to return his Portal gate to the glory that it once was. To be able to witness the creations of creatures not born within his realm. To learn about what he's been missing for all the years his Portal has been out of commission.
If anyone were to ever venture into this castle, they would go mad, eventually deteriorating, wandering in hopes of finding an exit, or another soul, that was never to come.
