Devon8y-S3

## Overview

devon8y is devon7y's alt account and the one he mainly uses for moderation purposes, although often times instead of moderating he'll be seen goofing off with and visiting other players. Due to devon8y being in creative mode almost always, he is dubbed a God and even has his own castle located in Azmarr.

## Lore

Devon8y was a King to rule them all. Ruler of the legendary organization known as 'The Order of the Omen'. He had his grip on every living being residing in Azmarr, able to control them at a moments notice by casting a shadow-like darkness over their hearts. He was able to persuade those under his command to do anything he wanted, even going so far as to force people to kill. He loved chaos and conflict, in fact he fed off of the hatred that other people had.

He wasn't always this deranged... devon7y always held a darkness within himself, not more than any other person, or so he thought. As the son of two goddesses ruling over the beautiful, floating, hidden city better known as Rysandla Peace City, he had a reputation to uphold. A reputation to do good by his people and his mothers who adored him. Unfortunately for devon7y, he didn't know how to be as compassionate as his mothers and he didn't know how to be as caring or kind. He made mistakes often, proving to himself that he would never be fit to lead such a beautiful city. Was something wrong with him? Why couldn't he just get rid of the darkness within himself?

That was it! Who's to say he couldn't get rid of it?

Devon7y remembered a legend, the great legend of The Cactus God: A being so powerful it transcended space and time itself. This being was said to be able to grant any wish to the gods to allow the world to remain peaceful and stable. He found the great God and knelt before it praying that he was no longer with his darkest self. devon7y didn't understand the consequences of his wish. The wind surrounding devon7y turned a bright blue colour. He could feel himself being ripped apart, as if the darkness was being torn from his body. devon7y blacked out that day. When he awakened he found himself in the middle of a savannah, powerless and unaware of how he got there or who he used to be.

That wasn't the end of devon7y's story, little did he know that his wish worked, but not in the way he originally thought it would. He was ripped apart that day, but he did not realize that his darkest self came strictly from the god-like side of him. devon8y emerged from the lair of The Cactus God, more powerful than any being that walked the earth. There was no good left in him. There was a pit of nothingness. He was a being completely void of empathy. He decided that with his newfound power he wanted to be completely unstoppable. He flew back to Rysandla Peace City and smiled as he used his dark powers to corrupt everyone that lived there. His mothers' tried to stop him, but it was too late. This wasn't devon7y anymore. He used his own hands to kill devon7y's parents and laughed as he watched the city burn to the ground, completely wiped from existence. He swallowed the souls of the dead and felt his power grow. With this he could take over the world! He tried to take over the world, gaining powerful minions. They called themselves The Order of the Omen. They pillaged houses and destroyed lives.

The Cactus God would not allow this to carry on and for the first time in the history of the universe, it acted independently. It corrected the mistake of granting the god's wish by taking away as much power as it could from devon8y and imprisoning him as far as possible from society. Unfortunately, The Cactus God lost all of it's power to correct it's mistake and it still wasn't enough. Devon8y was imprisoned but not away from *everyone.* He landed up in a small city, The Edge of Azmarr. Leaving him with only one way to escape his prison, to gain his power once again by taking the souls of those with darkness in their hearts.

His goal was to take down the lands of Azmarr first by corrupting the people one by one and then destroy the world. In order to have the power to break free from his imprisonment on these disgusting lands, he'd need to feed on the souls of the people. He needed to corrupt them but this proved to be much more difficult than it was at Rysandla Peace City. He no longer had the same level of power nor were the people as easy to corrupt. These were lands built on love and kindness. He hated it. Devon8y sat on the hill, looking over the puny town. He decided he would rule this place. Naming himself King devon8y, he started at the castle, turning it black with corruption and allowing dark vines to grow up the walls. The King was easy to defeat and devon8y took control of him easily. He used the old king as long as his power would allow him to, killing as many people as he was able to. The power he gained was minimal. He knew he had to infect their souls first. He turned people against each other one by one, slowly turning Azmarr into nothing more than a pile of debris. Until he came across someone he never realized would be a problem... Iridescence7287. He tried to control her, but he couldn't. He tried to hurt her but he couldn't. Devon8y was furious. He would NOT allow a little girl to be more powerful than he was! He wasted all of his power and all of his time trying to kill her, but he never succeeded.

He didn't realize that the day she noticed his presence would turn out to be the worst day of his life. She *smiled* at the crazed king. Devon8y's skin began to burn and he quickly teleported back to his castle. He sat in his throne and yelled in anger at the top of his lungs. Some say they were able to hear his anger throughout the universe. He was pulled into the ground, seemingly out of existence for good.

Or so they hoped...

## Projects

### Other

* Configuring the parkour plugin for the Costco Racetrack.