🔥Zevlin🔥



A long, long time ago now, there was, and still is, a demon by the name of Mephisto. Out of his simply curiosity, Mephisto decided on a mere whim that he wanted to try to make a human by his own ideas. So, with this idea in mind, he went to work. Over the course of a hundred years, Mephisto created a creature from stone and hatred, fire and fury, and even out of his own blood and a legion of souls of the the damned and the demons thereof. Suffice it do say, Mephisto didn't quite make what he meant to, and thus Zevlin was created; a creature of pure destruction, bleeding nothing else but the blood of hatred, envy, fury, and malcontent.

Hundreds of years it had been since his creation, and all he had ever done was destroy anything he felt like destroying. His heat was so intense that even standing a hundred feet from something would burn it to ash within seconds. Everything he did was out of hatred. He hated the trees, the stones, the people, the wildlife; everything. Zevlin hated everything. There was nothing else that he was even capable of feeling but hatred.

For all of his life he was like this, until one day a great war broke the world called The Happening. During that time he made for himself a home far beneath the surface of the earth. So far underground it was that not even cave trolls or stone golems could have managed to reach it. Since that day that they call The Happening, Zevlin has never once appeared from his underground caverns. Never once has he woken up from his four hundred year slumber. Even for how unlikely it is to find this place, much less be able to survive it, it is still, nevertheless, possible to go there and find Zevlin - sleeping.