Daemon Sadi

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Fandom: The Black Jewels
Name: Daemon Sadi
Canon Point: Pre-canon...ish. He's still hoping that Witch will come, but he hasn't met her yet.

History: The "Blood" are those individuals within the realms of Terreille, Kaeleer and Hell who are capable of wielding magic and using it in their everyday lives, for either good or ill. Legends say that, thousands of years ago, only Dragons possessed magical ability. When the time of the Dragons came to an end and only Lorn and Draca, the last Prince of Dragons and his mate, remained, Draca flew over the three realms and granted the first Jewels, gifting magic to those among the races who were considered worthy.

Many learned how to use the Dragons' last gift and treasured it accordingly. Some did not; Dorothea SaDiablo, a Red-Jeweled Black Widow Priestess, was among the latter. Through careful planning, she eliminated all Queens who could oppose her, whether by having them dethroned, stripped of rank and broken of their ability to use more than basic Craft or assassinated, so that she could become the High Priestess of Hayll and the ruling power of the majority of Terreille. Because males don't yield to Priestesses as they do to Queens, Dorothea created the Ring of Obedience, which is a ring fitted around a male's genitalia and stays in place by teeth that dig into the flesh. With this Ring, she could force any male so shackled to yield at her command.

Daemon Sadi, formally Saetan Daemon SaDiablo, was born to Tersa and Saetan SaDiablo in Hayll. Before his birthright ceremony, Daemon lived with his mother in a cottage near SaDiablo Hall in Tereille. His father frequently visited, often bringing Daemon's brother Lucivar along. However, at Daemon's Birthright Ceremony, Dorothea SaDiablo denied Saetan paternity and claimed him for the Hourglass. She then changed every registry in Tereille and erased Daemon's memory; in consequence, he spent the first 1,700 years of his life believing that he was the bastard son of Hepsabah. After the Birthright Ceremony, Dorothea had Daemon fitted with a Ring of Obedience and forced him into service as a pleasure slave, though his education in art, literature, music, and dance was pursued almost rabidly.

Over time, he earned the nickname "The Sadist" for his cruel, albeit incredible, bedroom talents. He grew increasingly more violent with the Queens that Dorothea rented him out to, going so far as to viciously kill many of them; after one such incident, Daemon escaped for an entire century, but eventually returned after Dorothea threatened to have Lucivar dismembered.

He serves now in whatever courts Dorothea sends him to, always playing the game, always waiting for the day that Witch, the Queen who would have the power to save the Realms from Dorothea's taint, the Queen whose lover he was born to be and who he has always dreamed of serving, emerges to free him from bondage. Until then, he will continue to fight, to destroy the stinking remains of what the Blood has become.

Personality: First and foremost, Daemon is a Warlord Prince who wears the Black. His Jewels alone make him a formidable opponent, since the darker the Jewels are, the more easily provoked the wearer's temper is. However, Warlord Princes are a caste of Blood males that are arguably more predatory than most of the Jeweled castes. The Warlord Prince has strong instincts regarding protection, sexual interest and aggression which are easily brought to the fore. He rises easily to the killing edge as a result of these heightened instincts and senses, and is unlikely to be reasoned with while riding the killing edge.

Because of Dorothea's tendency (and that of her pet Queens to whom Daemon has been loaned) to punish outward displays of emotion with intense pain through the Ring of Obedience, Daemon keeps an air of arrogance and disinterest almost constantly, with exception to those times when he has risen to the killing edge. At that point, the surrounding temperature drops significantly, and sometimes the ground/floor/general walking surface will frost over. He’s easily frustrated and tends to be the type to turn on his heel and walk away mid-conversation if it’s getting to be too much.

Otherwise, Daemon is a rather angry man due to his upbringing as a pleasure slave surrounded by the stench of those who have raped all that he is and left nothing clean behind, but he keeps a leash on his temper for the most part. When he loses control of his temper, however, the people around him begin the dance with the Sadist, and it's very rare that everyone survives it. He has been known to literally decorate the walls with people's insides when the Sadist is provoked to the killing edge. He's a silky, court-trained, lying son of a gutter-whoring bitch, but he's not called the Sadist for nothing.

On the other hand, he also cares a great deal for his family; when Dorothea threatened to dismember Lucivar, Daemon returned to slavery. He has fought for Lucivar, and he has fought with Lucivar -- sometimes for their freedom, sometimes to relieve their own pain -- but no one gets to harm the Prick but Daemon himself.

Note: A brief explanation of the Jewels and what they signify can be found here at the Black Jewels Wiki.

Skills | Powers:

• Natural-born Black Widow


• venom sac beneath right fingernail -- must be milked monthly to avoid debilitating pain, or possibly even death if left untreated


• ability to weave webs (higher-level spells), look into tangled webs and see their meaning (past, present, future), and create/withstand many poisons


• Black-Jeweled Warlord Prince


• most powerful male in the history of the Blood


• surpasses all castes in power except Witch
  
• Sufficient hand-to-hand combat skills.


• Sexual sadist


• unrivaled bedroom skills due to 1,700 years as a pleasure slave


• capable of bringing women to arousal and climax without ever making physical contact -- uses Craft to create invisible hands which do the dirty work for him


• prefers to leave women unsatisfied and even in pain, even as they beg for more


• Telepathic communication (useless in-game except in the case of castmates)


• can speak to any member of the Blood, whether they wear the Jewels or not


• Riding the Winds (traveling on the psychic pathways through the Darkness -- useless in-game)


• can access any level of the Winds, from the White all the way down to the Black -- darker Winds are restricted to those who wear the corresponding Jewels.


• Craft -- limited knowledge; most is picked up from random people


• basic healing -- setting bones, disinfecting and healing minor injuries, detecting and curing a variety of poisons


• vanishing items -- in his private collection which is always with him, there is an icebox with a week's supply of food and water, a trunk with personal items in it, and the boxes which hold his Jewels (a gold ring with a Red Jewel set in it, two gold rings with Black Jewels inlaid, and a Black Jewel pendant on a gold chain


• MASS DESTRUCTION -- destroying people, places, and things with not a whole lot of effort


• shields


• sight shields (like a cloak of invisibility)


• protective shields


• aural shields (magical soundproofing)


• NOTE: When he sleeps, he surrounds the room with a Black protective shield, a Red one, and reinforces the Red with another Black, just to be safe. Anyone who doesn't wear the Black cannot pass through a Black shield. They just sort of bounce off. He thinks it's amusing to watch.


• The Rut


• mating season for Blood males -- can be appeased by either sex or violence; not exclusive to Warlord Princes, but affects them most commonly and most extremely


• enough sexual drive to service an entire coven to exhaustion and still keep going -- tendency to focus on only one woman for the entirety of the Rut.


• twice per year for approximately a week per Rut


• impaired judgment


• Every male is a rival to be eliminated.


• Every female but the one chosen scrapes a temper turned wild and unpredictable.


• behavior is more animalistic than usual -- already volatile instincts at peak level


• savagery that borders insanity.

First Person Sample: [He stumbles as the screen flickers on, and the video spins wildly for a moment before it's righted. Once he figures it out, Daemon looks directly into it. His yellow eyes are sleepy-looking and glazed over, but his expression is cold, and his smile is arrogant and lazy as he speaks.]

I don't know who brought me here, or why, but there are a few things that should never be forgotten about me: I'm a Warlord Prince, I wear the Black, and I'm a natural Black Widow.

And there is a reason that all of Terreille calls me the Sadist.

[With that, the screen goes black.]

Third Person Sample: With a cold expression, Daemon closed the door behind him just in time to avoid catching the thrown vase with the back of his head. He'd done exactly as was expected, but never once was there even a flicker of physical arousal from him. He would not be taken to stud, but if the bitch wanted to dance with the Sadist, that was her prerogative; she was the one who had to deal with the consequences, after all, not him. He waited just long enough to hear the enraged scream through the door before slipping his hands into his trouser pockets and calmly walking away.

It was raining outside, so he formed a skintight Red shield around himself to protect his clothes, skin, and hair before stepping out. Dorothea had slipped up again, putting him and Lucivar in the same Court. But this time, he didn't feel the need to destroy anything. Instead, he needed the warm reassurance that he would still have something left to offer when Witch came for him. They met at the verandah beyond the borders of the estate, and Daemon wordlessly sank into his brother's arms, bowing his head to the strong shoulder even as the wings that marked Lucivar for the Eyrien he was coccooned around them both. Safe. Warm.

"The gutter whoring bitches always think they can do what no one else could. They try, and they try, but I can't and won't, and I--" The words tumbled senselessly out of his mouth, but he stopped at the quiet sound of the Eyrien shushing him. He didn't need to talk. He didn't need to explain. "She won't want a Consort who's had all that he is ripped away, Prick," he murmured finally.

"Bastard, if that's all she's concerned with, then she's not the Queen we're waiting for. You know that. Quit your bitching, old son, because we've got some waiting left to do yet."

The words shouldn't have been reassuring as they were.
Marks: M (for murderer, of course) - left pectoral