Half Succubus Nymph/Dreadmaster 10 - Casts spells as an archivist rather than a druid.
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The abandoned wooden shacks that rotted in the most decrepit area of the port's shanties were shunned even by the beggars. The liquid filth was home to a wide variety of vermin and pests. The few taverns and porters that did business in the area paid no mind to disposing of their trash and refuse among what was left of the buildings. Some people however had no choice but to live in them. As much as the homeless needed the charity of others they were quick to take from each other if they could. One man and woman could not exist among the other people. They were both blind and deaf or nearly so. On their own they could find foul sustenance among what others discarded. They stayed hidden to avoid being victimized. The one time they knew they had to find another was when the female was ready to give birth.
It was no happy occasion to have another mouth to feed, and yet the pair were too fearful of others to allow their child in any one elses hands. Unlike his parents the child was quite canny and in full possession of his visual and auditory senses. His screams went unheard as pests and vermin crawled over him inside the lightless box in which he existed. He crawled in filth, excrement, and squalor. His first words were things said to beg of others. He would often to go the other parts of town to prostrate himself before others hoping to evoke enough sympathy to acquire from strangers what he could not from his parents. Earp had been what his parents called him. It wasn't even so much a name as it was a sound that was easy for them to make. He was a cute baby that despite being underfed grew into a beautiful boy a pediastric relationship with a rich gentleman (A dragon blood exalted, though he didn't know what that meant) became his salvation. Being the sexual pet of a rich old man could hardly be considered a good thing, but the warped feelings were the closest thing the unfortunate boy would ever have to being cared for.
In his patrons household he became a sponge for knowledge. He was given an education, find clothes, and enough food to never be hungry. Using his body his mentor seemed odd at times but the human connection at least filled the cold he felt within. Earp even became friends with his masters children and was often paraded at gatherings for his unconventional wit and exotic beauty. Years of contentment, if not happiness, passed until foreign troubles called his patron away. The mistress of the house would not let him stay anywhere on the property and so Earp went back to the streets and stayed once more in the light less squalor his parents did. In his extreme depression he didn't even see the diseased condition his parents flesh was in. He contracted their leprosy and his beautiful body and face putrefied. In time he was forced to a leper colony. His face and genitals withered, ruptured and blackened. His beauty, the only thing that ever convinced someone to help him, was destroyed before his eyes. His bitterness and loss made him welcome death. He exhaled his last labored breath alone and unwanted; full of hatred for all of creation.
The despair and hates that infused the one beautiful boy would have been enough to ensure his revival as a specter, but something else intervened. There was a whisper, a deep growling pox, a foul promise from something even darker than death itself. It promised him power, revenge, and said it would make him more beautiful than he had ever imagined. He accepted, it didn't matter the prnce, it didn't matter who it was, the youth accepted. It seemed something wanted him after all, and that thing was Orcus, demon prince of the undead.
The youth spent a long spiritually shackled to the throne of Orcus. He was neither dead, alive, nor undead. Orcus despised the undead, and his unspoken lust for the youth's spirit kept him from turning him into one. Instead he became a strange sort of demonic spirit.
Orcus sent his minions out and they took the most beautiful of Grazzt's succubi that fell into his clutches, the most elusive of nymphs, the most seductive of brachina and many other beings that represented the epitome of beauty and passion. Then Orcus tore them apart. Their torments were immense but in death they were reconfigured. The best of each of them was extracted and painstakingly sculpted into a beautiful body that was then infused with unholy magic to bind the youth's spirit eternally to it. Thus he was reborn a sexless vision of beauty, made to quench the lust of a Demon Prince.
The overbearing lust of The Prince of the Undead was a greater torture than anything he had experienced so far, but in the torment he could feel Orcus' desire. Even when subjected to force that made his body falter it would repair itself back to perfection moments later. The minions of orcus, and later all of the abyss came to call him The Whore of Lachrymosa. During the long periods between Orcus' vile attentions he studied magic of the spirit and flesh. His studies and subsequent violations of body could have gone on forever, but it seemed something he could not even fathom happened. Orcus died.
Kiaransalee's victory was short lived but it bought The Whore his freedom. The innocent abused boy is long gone and in his place is an alien entity who commands terrible magic and sculpts the flesh of the doomed into it's own perverted visions of beauty. It hates still being called The Whore of Lachrymosa but even so that title is spoken with a hint of fear in the voice of the other demons. Falling into The Whore's embrace means being subjected to its ever expanding spiritual journey for aesthetic perfection. The pain and experience of having one's body destroyed, reformed, and twisted often breaks the mind as well. The Whore has many insane monstrosities loyal to it. After what they have experienced their minds can fathom nothing greater than it.
Orcus is back and gaining power, but what he thinks of his former whore is unknown. It has been in a flirtatious alliance with with Socothbenoth and a slowly progressing working relationship with Pale Night has been under weigh too. Grazzt has sent a messenger giving The Wore an innuendo laden congratulations on its freedom from Orcus. The Whore worries attention from Grazzt would cause Orcus to seek a jealousy fueled revenge. It also worried Grazzt wants it as a lover just as a symbol to spite Orcus.
The Whore has made enemies as well. Ryxali has suffered the loss of at least one valuable minion to the torturous "enlightenment" of The Whore. An extremely powerful Varakhut from mechanus has taken a stand against The Whore as well. The Inevitable claims The Whore's twisting of life's natural forms and blatant abuse of divine magic violate numerous natural laws.