Thoughts of a Daemon Lord; Gabriel Jhaedaes Os Tar

[Gabriel Jhaedaes Os Tar]

Litharia is beautiful. It is not an adequate description for the place, but anything else sounds cheesy and that would offend my love for this place even more than derisory descriptions. My home still holds a place in my heart, my memories, myself - it created me, shaped me into the Daemon that I am today. But Litharia, the forest...among the trees I am wild, independent, unfettered by politics. I am more instinct than consciousness, nothing more and nothing less than Daemon. My senses define me; there is nothing but life and death. Time does not exist. I belong here.

This is why I am content to hold a position that is as dangerous as it is demanding. There is only one other thing that I would ever describe with love, and that is my kind. The Daemon's are unique, from another world entirely, almost alien in this world of Fae and Shifters and Humans. We are violent and unpredictable and striking, sentient predators of instinct and cold intelligence. So I lead this mesmerizing race in order to protect everything that defines us; for the better of Daemons, even at the expense of anything else.

You might call me cruel, merciless, cunning.
You would be right.
But the Fae accept us here, and for that I am grateful. I respect their most fundamental laws and encourage other Daemons to do the same, but never at the expense of us.
We deserve that much.

[Gabriel Jhaedaes Os Tar]

I fell in love with Litharia when I came here, and I have no regrets about leaving Dream Land. However even in Litharia there are places I avoid - the Ice Castle, for instance - and places I frequent as little as possible - the Marshes among them.

But occasionally when my senses take over and I become the hunter once more, I find myself wandering those misty swamps anyway. This time, though, it proved unusually interesting.

I've never thought much of humans. They're soft, vulnerable; pretty, some of them, but strangely delicate for a sentient creature. Even the Fae, dancers of Litharia, protect themselves more effectively. But Nasrin, the Wolverine Warrior, is a different breed of human entirely.
I don't trust her, but I find her interesting. She knows very little about Daemons and I think she finds me mesmerising, as most do, but I know perfectly well that this does not render her malleable or charmed, as it would most humans.

Nasrin is an entirely new human from the kind I know. Her tales of the tribe she belongs to fascinate me; they are violent, bloodthirsty, dangerous...more similar to Daemons than I'd have believed humans could ever be. I am guiding her to Spirit; my knowledge of the Forest is extensive because it is to the benefit of the Daemons that their leader knows their territories. So I have plenty of time to hear her stories, and I am intrigued...[/font]

[Gabriel Jhaedaes Os Tar]

Daemons are passionate creatures. Their emotions are often unpredictable and powerful despite an incredible talent for hiding it, and I am no different. At times I must admit I feel sorrow for the home that I left, the home I lost forever. Dream Land still calls to me, tantalising, through a window I can never open in the Tunnels.

I think that is part of my relationship with Calandra. I worked with her today in the way the Daemons know best; we slaughtered nameless soldiers of the King of Thieves to escape with one of his captives. Calandra is among the best examples of our kind; striking, beautiful, merciless, cruel. She gets herself into trouble on a regular basis because she shares a similar philosophy to myself - what's life without risk? One cannot appreciate living if they haven't stared into the blackness of death.

But more than this, Calandra is the last living link to my home. No other Daemons that I cared about in Dream Land now live in Litharia - those that followed me have died or moved away from civilisation, and the rest never left Dream Land at all. I appreciate her company for this link especially. And of course, she is the perfect deputy. Her passion and swiftness complement my more subtle nature, and I trust her implicitly. There are few others I would say that about.[/font]

[Gabriel Jhaedaes Os Tar]

I knew I didn't like Shifters for a reason. Calandra has managed to pick one up as a slave; who knows what he is, but I discounted him entirely at first. He's just a slave after all - Daemons commonly take them because in our world, being stronger than someone gives you supremacy over them. A harsh rule but it leads too far less problems than the human lineage set up. Our rulers are never ineffectual or hopeless, and our race goes from strength to strength based on this. Not even the Fae can hope to best a Daemon in strength or endurance.

Unfortunately Calandra seems intent on keeping her slave, else today I would have certainly killed him. Only she could have stopped me and that was exactly what she did, much to my frustration. For her sake I agreed to leave his internal organs in their rightful place - for now. One more insult, one more wrong move, and perhaps even Calandra won't be able to stop me tearing his head off.

Literally. That's not a figure of speech.[/font]