Biography
"The name is Ødyssėy. I'm 936 years old, and i'm the High Demon of Lies. Now, what the hell do you want?"
The teenager stuttered, pointing at him; mouth agape. Ødyssėy sure was used to this. Mortal teenagers, looking for a 'scary' adventure, often summoned demons. In weak pentagrams, easy for the demons to break and cross into the Earth Realm. The demon sighed at the terrified earthling in front of him, wondering if he should kill it for wasting his time.
Ahh, time - apparently precious to those who weren't immortal - and hated by those who were. Seconds, days, weeks, months and years all eventually started to blend together afer a few centuries. Ødyssėy rarely even seemed to care, barely noticing his age as the clock ticked on.
Being a demon wasn't all that awful. In fact, being a High Demon was fun even. The only job they really had was to wreck chaos on the Mortals, keep the lower demons in check, and stay out of bounds of the angels. Ødyssėy chuckled at the thought. Being a Demon of Lies had its moments, and his silver tongue never failed him.
Due to that, no one can ever really tell if he is telling the truth. His words are lethal and convincing, and heavily manipulative at times. Cunning, although he comes of more as a Gentleman.
He slammed his wooden stick on the ground, and vanished. The teenage human seemed to have fainted. With a swirl of colours, and two seconds of blindness, Ødyssėy landed back in Hell. Truth be told, Hell isn't as fun as Earth, but it is still the only thing a demon can ever call home.
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