The Descent into Darkness

Life as a Kobold is not always easy. Pix had felt the laughter of the Imps very close to his heart. “Stupid Kobold, do you even know how to spell your name?” and such exclamation were of daily occurrence. Pix had learned through pain that ignoring these comments was the only way to maintain sanity, but all the negativity and repressed anger coagulated together into a dark black globe deep inside him.

These dark spirits from within lead Pix to isolate himself from society, he left his home at the Heath days after becoming of age. Leaving all of his belongings behind he ventured out into the world with no real goal or aim. He wasn’t afraid, he had nothing to lose.

For many years he travelled from city to city and did small work to scramble together a few pieces of silver to pay for food, the only period where he didn’t feel miserable was the two months where he was working at a tavern at Chronomacers Rivira. But that had come to an end once a Green wizard accused him of stealing his herbs, and the owner of the tavern of course assumed that the Kobold was guilty!

He moved North along the shore stopping by in the Red Wizard Capital. Everyone there was extremely condescending and self-absorbed in their own pride and high-speed lifestyle. He did not feel welcome there at all, so he continued. A few days after passing the Sacred Tower he reached a small house that looked a bit weird.

As soon as he saw it at the horizon, a strange urge befell Pix to move closer to the house. And the urge grew more intense the closer he got. It was as if the house created a deep resonance with his whole being. He started running towards it and with maniacal force, he slammed open the door of the house staring inside: A perfectly squared room. A shaft of light shining in from a round window perfectly encircled a triangular table at the centre of the room, pointing away from the door. Upon the table, on its centre lay fragments of a black obsidian tablet, it seemed like it had been shattered from the inside.

Pix hesitantly moved forward and took one large fragment that had some intact writings on it, he started reading slowy whispering the words: Hear Me, and make all Spirits be subject unto Me: so that every Spirit of the Firmament and from the Ether; upon the Earth and under the Earth: on dry land and in the Water: of Whirling Air, and of rushing Fire: and every Spell and Scourge of All may be obedient onto Me!

All the darkness and anger he was carrying around since being a child burst out. Suddenly around him, four-times eighteen demonic creatures appeared around him. Many strange creatures with Armour and clothing adorned with strange sigils.
The First of them standing in the East spoke: Call me King of the East oh mighty Diabolist; we were within thee, now we are subject onto thee: if thou willest us to procure all fixed earthly desires of power, wealth and fame - we shall observe; if thou willest us to ascend thyself to volatile fires of peace, love and compassion - we shall observe. The decision is upon thee.

And it was such that Pix, with a content smile on his face, became the first Kobold Diabolist. One of which many now only dare to speak about whispering…

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