Hear Me, Gods Above.
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Name: Choi Gun
DOB: 02/11/94
Alias: D.
Sexuality: Pansexual
Religion: N/A
Family: (Deceased)
Height: 185 cm
Weight: 55 kg
Species: Human with Demonic ties
Residence: Daegu, SK
Occupation: Demon Hunter
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Deals are never really meant to always be good. Even if they sound pretty cool to start with. Beginning with death, Choi Gun was killed with his family within a drunken accident that involved his father being too much under the influence and they burned a rather fiery and painful death. The shock and anger that was within Gun from the impact kept him tied to the Earth with his emotional being torn to the pits of purgatory. It turns out that Demons can in fact infest any sort of realm in any form that they want to. Gun was petrified. To the point where he couldn't move but his legs tore away from his body if they were given the chance. For the time that he got to stare within the beings eyes, it sapped whatever warmth he could feel attached to his emotions. He closed his eyes with anticipation from the impact of the claws against his flesh, but seconds pass with no such pain coming upon him. He peeked his eyes open to see the white, never endless walls of purgatory rip down and tear. It flaked much like leather that sat outside under the sub. Fire, smoke and screams penetrated through the holes to show the literal rings of hell piled below his feet.
Each ring flashed every so often to signal a new being brought forth to the level. His family was no where in sight. He hadn't seen them since the impact of the car tore his bod to pieces. A rather large, chain dragging guard wrapped the metal around his legs and pulled him throughout the red dirt trail that could go various directions. Gun knew of the rings from Dante's Inferno, which was sort of ironic since it was one of his favorite works.
He was simply thrown onto a concrete slab in front of a large throne and had the chains come upon his mouth. He was pretty much struggling to breath if anything. All he could see from the smoke watering his eyes were two tips of a horn, one was cracked, the smaller one was just starting to come from the beings head. When it spoke, it tore and rocked his body. The burns from the accident started to come back, causing him to shriek in pain and shudder over onto his hands and knees.
Underneath his eyes as he peeked open to grit in tension, a simple letter started to form out into Korean. It started as some weird symbol that he couldn't recognize. The larger being spoke as the letters in red came up.
Show me your motivation. You want power? I can give it. You want a second chance just to get a few answers? Sure. Take it. But you will be mine. You do not retain free will. If I order something, you shall do it. If Demons want to run rampant in the world, it will be I to control them. There are a few that need to be hunted, you will be my hound, human. You have no say in being able to opt out of this. It is done. Everything. Is. Final.
A simple flash of light came forward. Gun was back in bed. At home. His house was empty with the little lights that everyone left on so that when they came back it wasn't as dark as other times. He reached up and clenched his chest with tears streaming down his cheeks. He stood up to see if everything was real, his pillow dropped from his hand with a simple squish. As he passed the mirror, there were a few symbols on his ribs. It was the same that were from the red writing in hell, but tattooed in simple black ink along his skin. The burns that he held from the wreck were completely healed. He was given a new body; better physique, better mentality. He still retained his face, even double checking it in the bathroom until he caught glimpse of his parents bedroom.
He dropped to his knees, holding his chest until smoke started to appear out of his palm. Pulling his hand away, his chest started to glow orange until cracks appears over his skin. It left a tattoo of a snake wrapping around his right ring finger. The tattoo immediately started to smoke until the large black being was wrapped around his forearm and caused him to shriek.
"Get off!" He panicked. He was terrified of snakes and tears came back up onto his eyes. The snake at first hissed and ducked underneath the side of his arm to hide against the blows.
"Hold Thyself. I am an ally. The Highness didn't want you alone with all this. He didn't trust you enough, so by God, here I am. I'm Grhim."
Gun's eyes widened from the serpent speaking to him. He wasn't completely sure with what was going on. Snakes were an immediate fear that boggled his mind. His form was frozen in content as he listened to the calming, yet odd voice that the reptile gave off. The tattoo glew once more after the demon spoke of it's name sinking itself back within his flesh, but the same melodic tone rung in his head.
"I am but a beacon for your travels. If you need guidance, just speak to thyself."
TWO YEARS PASS
Multiple tattoos laid across his body. A cane had been presented to him by the dark lord himself made from material gathered through the bones and echo of various demons to make a rather tough material that only the demonic essence can hold. Instead of the snake that he used for guidance, a raven and panther replaced them, with the raven having a soul of a human that was a gangster doomed to serve him until Lucifer called him back.