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Pet Name: Hubris
Owner: Melody
Theme / Type: Inferno Quari
Born: February 1, 2008
Gender: Male
Disease(s): Love Sick, Bites: 10

MisticPal Name: Spore
MisticPal Age: 5666 Days

Battle Portal Stats

Level: 3
Hit Points: 3 / 3
Strength: 5
Defense: 5
Speed: 6
Intellect: 37
Misticpower: 3

Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0

Attached Weapons

Books Read

Books Read: 33/373 [ View Books ]

Exotic Foods Eaten

Foods Eaten: 6/1254 [ View Foods ]

Into The Fire And Darkness

"Tempter, corrupter... call me what you will. In the end, it is always the same: all the sins are your own."

Personality: A higher demon, Hubris is terrifyingly intelligent. He always comes across as calm and controlling, most likely because heâ€™s already thought about many possible scenarios to come from the current situation, and is quite comfortably several steps ahead of others around him. True to his name, he is extremely arrogant and cold, believing those around him to be inferior beings. As both a demon and in his human persona, Hubris is extremely organized and business-like. He leaves little to chance, preferring to be entirely in control.

Despite these negative personality traits, he somehow manages to be extremely suave and charming. If he wants to, he can be a perfect gentleman. His attractive appearance, leading demeanor, and devious nature allow him to easy gain the trust of those less secure than himself. As a demon whose job is to corrupt humans, he uses this to his advantage, luring people into following his (bad) advice and then pushing them to commit evils to (attempt) to get out of the hole theyâ€™ve dug themselves into. Fascinatingly, by the time heâ€™s gotten a mortal to this point, theyâ€™re often so blinded by him that despite him being the direct cause of all their misfortune, they continue to cling to him as their only hope. Needless to say, he enjoys this.

However, he most enjoys those who arenâ€™t affected by him among the mortals. He finds special delight in those who try to bring light to his evils, confident that they will be thwarted by his superior intellect â€“ after all, he didnâ€™t do anything â€œevilâ€. It was his victims who stole, murdered, whatever he was being accused for. Hubris loves a good challenge, though he still doesnâ€™t respect his opponents, believing no one â€“ mortal or demon â€“ could gain an advantage over him.

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"It is an often quoted sentiment that we all have our demons. Some foolish, too-trusting people have even tried to excuse my actions with this cliched line, smiling at me with that lovely smile of one whose life has imploded around them. I simply flash my own characteristic grin back at them, shrug, and say: "it's just too bad that I was one of yours". And then I turn and leave. Sometimes I can hear their tears as they hit the ground, sizzling into mist as if anticipating the all too near future, full of flames. But they are happy tears, the tears of the deluded. The tears of the one who has convinced himself that all the misfortunes that happened to him are actually blessings. The one who cannot face the fact that he has become a monster - the one who forces himself to believe that he is yet a saint. My smile, though, is genuine; my step not lifted by any fake sentiments. After all, after the first sin, this is my favorite part!

Ah, but this isn't what you want to hear, is it, officer? You wouldn't want me to slide by on the jury's protest of insanity, would you? But I assure you, have no such fears. After all, the jury will not be overseeing my case. Do not let pride convince you that since you have bound me, you shall keep me. Do not let hubris overwhelm your heart." The man grinned, a strange glint in his eye. As always, he was pleased with his words.

The officer made it a point to meet his stare with a solid, unfeeling gaze. In the dim light of the room, he could almost seem a statue: silent, unmoving - an observer only. Whereas the man he was observing seemed to have free rein over the room; he stood, sat, moved around at his pleasure, gestured wildly when he felt like it. He was not handcuffed. The door was made of steel; the windows nonexistent. The only light came from the flickering, failing bulb hanging feebly from the ceiling; daylight did not exist in this room.

But he was used to that. Gradually, his triumphant smile had changed to one of more subdued pleasure at the officer's reaction - or lack thereof - and he continued: "No, I know what you would like. A confession. Isn't that always what you'd like? It does make things so much easier. After all, all of those who might serve as your witnesses have been convicted before me - or else you have already done away with them. Does not the testament of a man assumed innocent bear more weight than a thousand desperate calls of murderers and thieves?"

He had risen, arms raised in a satirical gesture as if he were beseeching the heavens - more likely he was beseeching the roof and that flickering light which gave him the ghast-like appearance which had pleased him when he first saw his reflection in the mirror on the wall. Pleased him almost as much as the officer's similar visage. "Oh, and you almost look like a demon yourself!" he had exclaimed with unhidden glee. The dark room and his dark situation had not perturbed him in the slightest.

Frowning - though his eyes still smiled - in mock annoyance at the officer's silence, he continued. "Of course it does. And that is justice! Do not think I am being facetious when I say that I love justice. I do, in fact, hold it in the utmost respect. Those people you chained, those people you slaughtered... they deserved their fates under the laws of justice." His grin was back, haunting in its wildness. "What terrible things they did... and no one had ever suspected them of evils before! Ah, but I suppose that is the state of the world. Time proves who is innocent and who is guilty. But still their families cry out in sorrow and shame, 'but how, how could our dear be pushed to such things?' Some even claim that these wrongdoers must have fallen among a bad crowd. How ridiculous! Crowds only have power over those contained within them. These men sinned alone. A bad crowd indeed!"

The officer noted that his annoyance did not seem playful this time. He was truly upset that the blame - the glory, perhaps he would say - was not being applied to its proper owner. He desired, lusted for recognition, even as he took care in his words, twisting them so that he was always the victim, the observer, the philosopher - anything but the guilty. Anything but the devil.

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Hubris

Suave - Arrogant - Demonic