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God of Slaughter

Physical Description

The dark god Asrifel stands only at a height of 4’2, yet has an exceedingly broad and muscular form. He has short reddish hair but sports a long braided beard that reaches to his stomach. A black plate helmet, with curving demon horns, rests on top of his head, only covering his nose and framing his eyes, a rusty red full plate armor, covered in jagged spikes, encased the rest of Asrifels impressive form, with a dusty, tattered, gray and white feathered cloak draping behind him.

Portfolios

Since Asrifel's conception into existence he has been nothing but a seething mass of hatred and contempt. He craves nothing more than the satisfaction of senseless slaughter, death, carnage and suffering. Asrifel cares little for his actual portfolios but relishes the power they give him to commit the sins of atrocity he so desires. Over the eons Asrifel has picked up the portfolios of Strength and Strife as he brutally cut down there former lords, and proved himself to be a far greater master than they could have ever been.

Goals/Beliefs

Asrifel's goals are the same now as they were the day he first manifested, war and genocide, and he will stop at nothing to achieve them. He promotes the use of any tactic, any means, to provoke war, diplomacy, subtlety, trickery and out right aggression are all equal in his eyes. Killing is pleasure, a joy, a right, one should kill and kill often, anyone who would dare deny this right is the most loathsome of all creatures.

Ways of the Church

Not surprisingly most followers of Asrifel are full fledged psychopaths, many a violent warriors who care for little more than killing. Asrifel is almost exclusively worshipped by humans and dwarves since his part in the military force known as the legion declares all over forms of life should be exterminated. Still the odd member of other races occasionally pays Asrifel heed, crazed psychos as they are, they care little if he hates them or not.

Favored Weapons

Asrifel only has one weapon he carries about and that’s his legendry great rune axe Life Render. This huge weapon is created out of black adamantine stained with the blood of countless beings, it is rumored the enchantments this weapon possesses make weapons even more difficult to heal and they bleed much worse than normal, few have lived to confirm this.

Known History

Asrifel first manifested into existence as the Heavens War raged. Like many other deities who were born in that time Asrifel was a living manifestation of some of the energies, and emotions that were unleashed in that horrific confrontation. Asrifel ultimately was the personification of the hatred that so many of the beings of existence felt for each other. Born of nothing but malice this new godling threw himself into the carnage of the war with little care for who or what he was fighting or why.

Eventually as time wore on Asrifel ran into others like him and the dwarves pantheon was formed, at first he was their champion as he cut down several now long forgotten gods of darkness, but he did not stop there, the first lord of healing also died upon axe his axe for no other reason than to see if Asrifel could. Then the unthinkable happened, the Heavens War actually came to an end.

Asrifel was mortified, unable to comprehend the peace that was now beginning, he traveled to various worlds attempting to restart the chaos of the last great war but it was unsuccessful, he could cause little more than petty skirmishes and few beings possessed any sort of worthy challenge. It was than that Bazreal approached him with a plan, the Lord of Greed would play upon the desires of others encouraging great wars that Asrifel could lead and manipulate. Together the two set out upon the expansion of the dwarves race.

Early on the two gods encountered a new, upstart race, known as humanity, Asrifel watched with a growing hunger as he saw the devastation and destruction this race brought in its path, finally he could take no more and he attempted to scourge them from the world, it was then, that he meet the human God Sir Morital, and despite this new gods youth within several minutes of there battle Asrifel new he had meet his match. But that was not all he new, he had seen the coldness, the cruelty in the human gods eyes. Asrifel withdraw and humbly apologized to the human deity, slowly he befriended him and then he began to work his own dark plan.

Asrifel gradually pushed out Sir Morital’s brother Verlurvas, he convinced Sir Morital that humanities troubles lay in the other older races, that they were constantly attempting to keep humanity down. He turned Sir Morital away from the Demon kind he had so long hunted and unleashed him upon the other races of existence. Sir Morital, Asrifel and Bazreal formed the mighty world purifying force known as the Legion and Asrifel would at last have the wars he had so long craved.

Since then untold billions have died at these beings hands, one of Asrifel's most notorious kills was when he defeated the Hane wind goddess Syvlunis, her death was agonizingly slow and echoed the mountainside for hours before its completion. Her wings were stripped of feathers to serve as Asrifel's cloak. Another was the Goddess Pax, deity of Peace and Unity, daughter of Verlurvas, Asrifel killed her for many reasons, one of which involved Sir Morital seizing control of her creation, the world of Earth.

Asrifel's plans have not gone perfectly however, the deity Aev’ilis has avoided his rage for eons and even destroyed his brother Bazreal, it fills Asrifel with untold frustration that he has not after all this time been able to find and destroy her. Verlurvas now stands directly opposed to Asrifel and his church, his followers being responsible for the death of many of Asrifel's finest. Worst of all Asrifel has lost his control over Sir Morital and the legion with it, and somewhere in the darkness the deity Timmain waits.

Still in the end its exactly what Asrifel wants, hate and slaughter reign as supreme now as it did the day he was born. Asrifel can hardly wait.