Full Name:  Mikelloshaandre Hexamdri

Pronunciation:  Meh-kell-oh-shahn-drey Hecks-ahm-dree

Nickname(s):  Mikello

Age:  4,519 years

Gender:  Male

Natural Species:  Incubus

Secondary Forms:  none

Height(s):  6'3"

Eye Color:  Bronze

Hair Color:  Blue-black

Personality:  A bit quieter than Kilmarron, but none the less deadly.  Exudes an aura of charm and charisma as well as a cloud of pheromones that will attract fertile females.  Enjoys nothing more than luring women to him, seducing them, and then brutally killing them, often dragging their pain out for days.  Such barbaric use of torture and pain is frowned upon in coila culture, unless the victim resists a coila's ability to drain souls, and so Mikello was cast out.

History:  Was once Vanessla's lover, but when she caught him torturing one of his soulless victims, she reported him to Kilmarron, who promptly exiled him.  He works for Demorok now, who cares naught if he kills or tortures his victims, just that he does as ordered.  Since his orders usually put his skills to use, he has no qualms with using them as such.

Virgin:  No (nameless woman)

Orientation:  Straight

Abilities/Skills:  Skilled in demonic and black magic, as well as advanced combat, shielding and support magic.  Is also very skilled with blades, whips, and daggers.  His natural incubus charm makes women unable to resist him, though he is not allowed near Sorana lest he take advantage of her.  Is a master of hellfire and unholy fire.

Hobbies:  Torturing his victims, collecting daggers.

Familiar:  none

Family:  none

Love Interest:  none

Alignment:  Chaotic Evil

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Mikello panted as he moved through the vast plains of the demon realm.  Having grown up in Ji-fo-Yan, he had been pampered, well taken care of...spoiled.  He was used to having water at his beck and call, to always having food at hand, to being clean and well groomed.  Now he was bedraggled, dusty, thirsty, hungry, exhausted and filled to the tips of his horns with hatred.

The women were his slaves!  How he treated them shouldn't be up to law, or rule, or Lord Kilmarron's orders.  They were there to suit his needs, he shouldn't have to fit theirs.  Keep them fed, yes.  Keep them in relatively decent shape so that he could Feed off of them, yes.  So what if they were soulless shells, torn up a bit and filled only with despair and pain?  That was his choice.  They should be how he wanted them, and he liked them when they were miserable.

It made him feel powerful.

"You seem a tad angry," said a voice he hadn't expected to hear.  He came to a dead stop and looked up into cold and calculating red eyes.  He forced his weary back to straighten as he faced Lord Demorok, Ruler of the Demon Realm.  Well, mostly.  Kilmarron's kingdom still had to fall.  "What are you doing so far from Ji-fo-Yan?"

"I was banished...Your Grace," Mikello rasped.  "Cast out for...the crime of...wanting a woman...to be in pain," he added, chest heaving.  Demorok frowned sympathetically.

"I am quite sorry to hear that," he said.  "That would certainly explain your anger I'm certain."

"Yes Your Grace."

"Well I have an offer for you, my friend.  I could certainly use someone with your capabilities and skills, and your knowledge of the coila kingdom," the master demon said.  Though Mikello was wary of working with a master demon, which was a race higher in rank than his own coila class, he found himself listening intently.  "If you work for me, and follow all my orders, I will allow you to keep a harem of any size you like, and you may treat them as you wish.  I will not condemn you nor banish you should you kill them, let them get infected, whatever you like with the filthy maggots.  You will be given comfortable quarters, free access to food and drink, and frequent visitation rights to Eneth.  You may also ask to add to this deal if you wish."

"The only thing...I would like to add," Mikello said.  Demorok nodded, his eyes watching the incubus carefully.  "I want...your help in...putting Kilmarron down...like the dog he is...and chaining Vanessla to my will."  Demorok smiled.

"That I will gladly acquiesce to," he said, dipping his head.  "So do we have a deal?"

Mikello glanced up and grinned, meeting Demorok's gaze.  "We have a deal," he said.  The familiar surge of magic bound the two demons together, sealing the contract.  Both demons smiled at each other, and Demorok slid off of the rock to land before his new minion.  "Before you take me to Al-ra-Gar, Your Grace," Mikello said as Demorok reached for his shoulder.  The master demon paused.  "I have news that I think you will find most...useful and intriguing."

"Oh?" Demorok asked, raising an eyebrow.  "What news, my friend?"

"Kilmarron did not wish for anyone to know, but Vanessla told me before she had me banished," Mikello said.  "One of his slaves, a favorite of his...is pregnant."  Demorok's eyebrows rose at that.  "The child is his."

"Oh, Mikello my friend, that is most excellent news," Demorok grinned.  "Thanks to you, I believe we may have found Kilmarron's weakness," he said.  "You'll have Kilmarron's head on a plate, make no mistake about that.  And his child...well, if he has a son, you could take over in raising the dear boy, using him like a puppet to rule Ji-fo-Yan."

"And if he has a girl?"

"If he has a girl, I think my mate, when I finally claim her, would adore having an exotic and beautiful songstress at her beck and call," Demorok replied with a sneer.  "A succubus as a slave girl...it doesn't get any better than this."