Councillor Belial

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## History

### Past

Belial was born in the late 1800s-early 1900s under two parents who were incredibly wealthy for their times, easily being able to support a child and themselves alongside having many possessions one would have considered luxuries. His upbringing was not the most eventful, having the most average childhood one like him could have had, except for two factors. Being seen as the stereotypical rich kid, most others would avoid him due to their difference in lifestyles, and as such he was typically avoided by others his age. His parents also being busy people never had the chance to spend time with the boy and left him to figure out most social cues and human structures on his own. These concepts came out twisted in his mind, having no examples of such to be displayed to him straightforwardly. The absence of this led to a mangled sense of morals with no clear border between right and wrong.

Being isolated and bored, Belial took interest in studies concerning psychology, researching how the human brain functioned. This remained to be his largest interest up until adulthood, where he decided he wanted to pick up a career including such sciences. When he confronted his parents on this idea, they disagreed, instead pushing for him to follow in their footsteps with their business or else they would not financially support him. When he declined, they were sent into a rage, angered to the point intense self defense was a must. Long story short, he gained their inheritance, blood-stained clothing, and a traumatising sense of guilt not long afterwards that would leave a lasting effect on the way he lived his life.

He used the inheritance money to continue with the research in the field he had first been denied from, beginning experiments on the human brain and how trauma from a young age would effect someone later in life. He brought in children he found in orphanages and on the streets, then managing to make their lives worse than when he found them. His actions were heavily looked down upon, and his reputation didn't get any better after one day he went too far on one of his subjects. He was unable to find their pulse. Lester mourned the loss greatly, being sent into a frenzied spiral. He began a side experiment on impulse, testing if human DNA could be used to animate man-made objects as a last ditch effort to bring back the subject he had once cared for. When this seemed to have failed he ditched and forgot about it entirely, tossing the remains of his insanity ridden test into the dumpster.

Belial continued his original experiments, though with much more malice than he started. "Harsh" would be nothing but a way of sugarcoating how he treated his final subjects. he carried on up until karma eventually and inevitably caught up to him. The legality and ethicality of his tests was questioned, and he was apprehended not soon after, much of his research being taken off shelves and him being sentenced to the death penalty. As he sat waiting for his time to come within an emptied and cold cell, his distress and regrets quickly boiled over. He was finally meeting his fate, or so he thought. Beside him sounded a faint ringing sound, and as he looked over he viewed a surreal seeming red telephone that had most definitely not been there before beforehand. He answered the phone's call, thus being transported to a pocket dimension he quickly learned to be known as the Void.

## Gallery

Artwork by nephas b baker#6100Artwork by bloodtane, Belial's Pre-Void AppearanceArtwork by ransomsavampireBelial's Nightfall Form, Artwork by morguebugBelial's Dagger, Artwork by Nechiku