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Appearance: Tall and thin, with a sallow sort of look to his skin and somewhat Eastern European features. His hair is jet black and pin straight, and usually kept back in a pony tail. He always has dark glasses on, to hide the fact that he
has no eyes is blind, and usually dresses in fashionable, expensive clothes. He always carries a cane with him everywhere, the grasp styled to look like a fat golden orb spider. A very pointy character, he looks handsome, but oddly jagged, like he's made from needles.
[DEMONIC] A massive, ten foot tall cross between a spider and a human, the torso of an emaciated angel fused to the body of a fat Brown Recluse. The same long, neat black hair is present, but his eyes are covered with a filthy, blood stained rag, and his face has been mutilated in a Glasgow smile. At any point in time he could possess six burning, useless wings on his back, they're really more for show than anything else, and his fingers are abnormally long and sharp. The same go for his teeth, every one of them needle like.
Character history: Szel's history is tragic. He's the very definition of a survivor, having made it through several different layers of mental and physical abuse, an upbringing that left him stunted and confused, and a punishment that was too cruel for anyone. It's a shame that instead of learning to move past it and continue with life, he hung onto these past injuries and turned them into a fetish.
Szel was created as a seraph in heaven, named Levanael. He was placed under the direct influence and control of Camael, the angel of Joy, and the king of Seraphs. However, Levanael was a different sort of seraph. Darker, shy, lacking confidence and unable to speak up, he was more often than not left out of most other tasks that involved the work of a class as high as seraph, which left his superior, Camael, at a loss of what to do with him. Unable to accept that this seraph may just need specific treatment, Camael believed that Levanael's feelings and personal safety should be top priority. Instead of exposing him to disappointment, consequences and allowing him to make mistakes and join the rest of the seraphs, he secluded the strange, darker angel from the others. Though his separation from the other angels protected Levanael from any sort of criticism or threat of being hurt, it left him wondering if he was considered equal to the others, or if Camael simply saw him as too weak to care for himself. Usually alone, he took to spending time with the smallest, weakest life in heaven; the insects, and made a close pet and friend of heaven's equivalent of the firefly, a flicker beetle. Doting on the insect and assuming responsibility for it, he named the bug Midge, and took to keeping him tucked away inside a sleeve on his robe.
In time, Levanael was made the librarian of heaven, which opened up many, many doors for the seraph. It wasn't long before most angels came to him for information, and perhaps a touch of gossip, as with his inclusion to the inner most sanctum of heaven's most powerful tomes, he seemed to have become a great deal more... omniscient than he used to be. It was hard to miss how the library hummed with insect life, butterflies and dragonflies calling it home, and how two angels visited it almost religiously, one as bright as the morning, and the other as pale as the moon.
Lucifer fed on Levanael's self doubt, and encouraged the librarian to rebel. He insisted that Levanael could only ever find equality with the hierarchy of heaven overthrown, and that he would prove to Camael that he was more than powerful enough to care for not just himself, but command armies. It was the dark seed to a terrible fruit, and in the library, Levanael used his gathered knowledge to craft a weapon for himself. This was beyond what was usually acceptable, as most angels accepted their weapons from their superiors, based on what was needed, and what their superior believed would suit them. The golden lance Levanael created was formed from the stingers of wasps, and the fangs of spiders, layered in yellow chitin. Under Lucifer's thrall, and spurred by his own feelings of inferiority and anger, Levanael took his first step into darkness and slaughtered a young seraph with his new weapon.
In a panic, he locked the doors of the library, even as heaven called down vengeance against him for the senseless act of violence. Camael himself pleaded at the doors for entry, but met with only curses from the terrified seraph inside, he broke open the doors and confronted Levanael.
Not much is known of the fight inside, save for that it was very short. Levanael was hurled from the heavens, after Camael struck out the sight of both his eyes.
Lucifer was not there to assist Levanael when he fell, and blinded and weak, he became prey to stronger fallen angels, and received pain beyond what most mortal bodies could stand. During a fight with one, his mouth was torn apart, leaving him permanently scarred. He was almost utterly alone, save for the meager presence of Midge, the flicker beetle, who had fallen with him from heaven. However, as a heavenly being, and not nearly as strong as Levanael himself was, the bug was slowly withering away. Levanael, unable to accept that his one and only friend, insect or not, was about to die, called on what he remembered from the library, and imbued the insect with new, hellish life. The act required a sacrifice, and, too weak to collect another donor, Levanael threw away any chances of being healed and tore out his ruined eyes, using them to construct what would soon be his closest and most valued ally.
As it was in heaven, the insects of Hell gathered to wherever Levanael hid, and it wasn't long before the fallen angel as pale as the moon, Beelzebub, heard tell of this strange fallen brother with the knowledge of heaven still trapped in his head. He went himself to meet with this fallen wretch of an angel, and it is not known what he truly offered Levanael in exchange for his servitude. Perhaps it was protection, power, knowledge. Or all three. But in the end, Levanael was finally ground out from the universe, and Szelhamos rose in his stead, powerful and terrifying, vengeful and bitter, filled with dark obsession and driven by an addiction to ever increase his sphere of knowledge and his scope of power.
To this day, Szel is a 'patron saint' of drug users, the bitter and angry, and those who seek revenge. Ever willing to feed the obsession, he's a dangerous demon who never forgets a face, or a mistake.
Personality: Szel at first blush is... catty. Camp and catty. Most demons would describe him as a mincing perfectionist, someone obsessed with things being just so, who doesn't forgive an error. He's flamboyant, but classily so, a strange mixture of a wine obsessed housewife and a fashionista. Szel is absolutely obsessed with looking good at all times. He must exude power and influence at every point in the day, even if he isn't actively attempting to be intimidating. He's gossipy, back biting, sarcastic and petty, and thrives off of attention, mostly positive, but he also accepts fearful worship, angry grandstanding in order to catch his attention, and heroic types threatening to kill him. Because that means he's important enough to get the attention of and threaten.
So, he doesn't really appear that dangerous on the surface. Like any other back stabbing second in command, surely not that hard to outwit and defeat, probably physically weak and a coward at that. On that, one would be horrifically mistaken.
Szelhamos, first and foremost, is deeply loyal to Beelzebub. While he'll talk trash about Lucifer any day of the week rain or shine day or night fuck that nasty ho, he will never say a word against Beelzebub, and never has a negative thought of him. Second, he treats his dearest and most powerful servant, Midge, with never ending amounts of love and respect. At least as much love as his dried up, black little heart can give. When together, the two speak to each other like a doting married couple, constantly complimenting each other, and always willing to assist the other with anything they need. And third, Szel is... very powerful. While no where near the level of a Prince of Hell like Beelzebub, Szel's power is terrifying. With less than a drop of his blood being as poisonous as a brown recluse, and able to concoct various drugs with his own biology, Szel is a walking bio disaster. Capable of shifting between an false angelic shape, a human shape and his demonic form, Szel is an expert liar, and can be charming and sweet if he feels he must be. Many humans beholden to him refuse to accept that this entity could be evil, as he seemed to have just appeared at their darkest moment, and pushed them to become something so much more.
Scheming and vile, he takes no issue with using people to act as shields, not just in combat but in life in general, surrounding himself with the innocent and easy to fool. It's amazing what one good little girl's word can do for you. Both in Hell and on earth, he's a hard one to find, despite all his attention to looking good and demanding attention. If he doesn't want to be found, like the spider he has become he can simply cut himself off and appear to vanish from society for long periods of time. Of course, this would befit Beelzebub's favored spy.
That being said, he is terrifically vain to begin with. Slights towards his appearance will gain a lot of anger from him, especially if he doesn't have Midge on hand to assure him he looks and is fine. Unable to actually see himself, and deeply self conscious about the hidden mutilation to his face, he's always unsure about whether or not anyone can actually see how hideous he's become, since his fall. He's weak to holy water, and to powerful holy attacks, and is as blind as a mole. He can't see a single thing, as he doesn't have eyes anymore, and without Midge must fall back on his sense of smell and hearing to guide him, rendering him much slower and much more unsure of his actions. The insecurity he once had is still, in fact, there, buried under a built up superiority complex. Feeling stupid, trapped, weak or helpless triggers a violent reaction, and he's not the best thinker when he honestly feels he's been run into a corner, so used to having an escape route for so long.
Szel is a mask, hiding what very well might still be a frightened and shy angel under scars and years of abuse. Or perhaps Levanael really and truly is long dead, and if you peel away the bandages, all you find is a hollow, dead husk unable to function as a person. Still, he's horrifically dangerous, emotional and violent, even if he pretends to be a gentleman and a trustworthy companion. A liar and a murderer, nothing he says should ever be trusted, and nothing he offers should ever be taken.
Powers and Abilities: Poison Blood/saliva: With his blood powerful enough to kill a man, he's fully weaponized it. He's not afraid to cut himself and spray it if he has to, and has no shame of biting like an animal, though these two things really only happen if he feels he has no other routes of attack.
Lance: Attached to his demonic shape and only capable of being used while a demon, Szel's lance is connected to his arm by a long, black, external artery. Attacking this artery will cause him to lose blood rapidly and weaken him (if not kill him), but of course that leaves the issue of really fucking poisonous blood everywhere. The lance can be used to inject his attackers or victim with small to large amounts of poison.
Nails: Like his lance, his fingers can shift and form into needles themselves, where the concoctions he creates can be administered. These hellish doses are what he delivers his demonic gifts with, either causing a drug fueled high, or inciting strength or speed beyond what most humans could fathom. However, they are all highly addictive, and it's deeply suggested one does not attempt to actually obtain any of these chemicals.
Insect Communication: From the tiniest mosquito to the biggest ugliest spider, Szel can chat it up with any amount of insects and command them. Thing is insects and bugs are stupid AF, so he's kind of relying on them to get the basic idea and generally listen to him. Hell bugs are a lot smarter after all.
World Summary: In a world, where angels and demons are real, and fairies could be your next door neighbor, where the President is directly influenced by Heaven itself and the world is on the edge of meltdown, one demon has the brains and the intuition...
To not touch any of that, stay at home and eat dingdongs all day.
Szel comes from a world that is steeped in magic. People have been openly aware of things like Szel, angels, fairies and cryptids for a very long time. Actually, the conspiracy theorists have to make up conspiracies about none of these things actually existing if they want to remain relevantly insane. The president of the United States is a fairly well known angel, though not well known enough to be mentioned in the bible, which was a part of the smear adds until the angel himself reminded people he's a fucking angel. It doesn't help that most of Congress are demons however. Unicorns are real, and are actually a general threat to society, bands of pixies and trooping fairies roam gardens and congregate around street lights and ruin windshields
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