Paymon/Lore

## **Character Stories**

### ***Character Details***

Xīn Qiū Jichéng's ruling deity, Their Excellency, the Almighty Omnipotent Shōgun of Bloodtainted Roses, God of Bloostained Eternity, a descendent of the Yzaguirre Family, one of the most pristine deities of Eastern Hell and one of the most feared and most powerful deities known to Hell...

The sums of denizens who have tried to comprehend his sheer strength could fill up nearly half of the streets in Qīngsēn Island and if lined up, would form a line from Xīn Qiū Jichéng Tenshukaku all the way to up to the southern tip of Altay-Arxan. To this day, very few have succeeded in comprehending his sheer power.

Although Paymon has absolutely no intentions in concealing his strength as he has revealed it on numerous occasions, he finds it amusing to see those unaware of his strength degrading him, only to end up in an urn from a single foul slash of the **Eien no Yume no Zangeki**.

You just need to know that he is no more than the loving Omnipotent Shōgun of Bloodtainted Roses... And only the Omnipotent Shōgun of Bloodtainted Roses...

### ***ACT I: The Demure, the Curse and the Plague***

> **❝**Hey Tabibito~ You remember me correct? Øže, the God of Dreams? Ah, of course you remember me. Anyways, I have an ancient story that I would like to convey to you. Are you ready? Alright~**❞**
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There once was a boy in the isles of new. He was a demure, cold, yet admirable boy. He was fond of the mysteries of the world, and dreamt of visiting the stars and nebula above… His name was Alain.

Despite his curiosities, Alain was cursed with what some would say a nightmare of spastic impulses, and the inability to vocalize properly. His mother and father desperately tried to find a cure for his curse yet stumped they were, finding no cure... At the time, he was associated with being at a prime age, being 14. The island he had inhabited was discovered by the outside world. Alain had found interest in one of these outlanders, yet, another young boy. The young outlander had been quite fond of Alain as well, despite mistaking him as a female. As the expedition of the outlanders had progressed, the two had managed to find time to become acquainted, and eventually fell in lust with one another. For the first time, Alain had finally experienced the emotion of love…

Despite this connection, the young boy wanted… more than just Alain. When the time was appropriate, the young boy had gone off to the huts of young girls… He had done seemingly acts unknown to Alain, although Alain had mistaken these acts as something unvigilant. After months of interacting, Alain had felt unwell, he had gone to his family in search of a cure, with the outcome being the same as before. As the days went by, Alain could hardly walk. His lungs were corroded and his skin was discolored. The village chief believed this to be an act of the gods, yet quickly reconsidered as the villagers around them fell ill. The chief had no choice but to quarantine the healthy.

As the sick were desperate to see their families once more, Alain had given up... He collapsed onto the ground, refusing to stay strong. The young boy he had once loved had emerged from a bush, and kneeled in front of Alain and kissed his hand. Alain only had enough strength to finally vocalize his first and final words. These words were lost to time, and so was Alain…

### ***ACT II: The Boy, the Moth and the Kitsune***

I remember this day like it was the first ice cream I've ever had… It was an unusually warm day in Snezchnyakortostan. I went to visit Dantalion as I had promised to bring him some specialties from beyond the New World. Although at this stage, Dantalion had lost his previous size and returned to the size of a normal moth. On my journey through the forest, I had noticed an effeminate boy pondering at the flowers below. I decided to make a detour on my journey and say hello, but the moment I walked through the plants, the boy had hurried off as if he had seen a ghost... I had chased after the boy yet he was nowhere to be seen...

Out of exhaustion I decided to return to my path towards Dantalion. Once I finally reached Dantalion, I decided to stick around for a while. Whilst on my shoulder, Dantalion noticed the boy peeking from behind a tree, noting that the boy was curious about me. I turned my head and the boy retreated behind the tree. I had noted to the boy, **❝**Do not fret, I have no intention to harm you.❞ The boy came around and slowly limped towards me. I had noticed that half of his body was covered in sticks and twine, as if he tried to put himself back together as a means of curing himself. **❝**My name is Øže, and this moth here is Dantalion… What is your name may I ask?❞ The boy slowly put his hand on his throat, and I noticed that he was mute. I bestowed a promise upon the young boy. **❝**I am not normally allowed to do this, but you are an exception… I shall grant you gnostic status and fix you, if you promise to not abuse your power.❞ The young boy nodded, and I granted him his wish...

I believed that he wouldn't mind if I had fixed him to my preferences. I kept his mentality, and immune system the same, although I kept his body structure the same and fixed his wounds. I cured him… I fixed him… Although he wasn’t fully fixed… Fixed enough to where he would be accepted as a human, well… Archon, now. I asked him what his name was and he simply responded. **❝**Alain, But… I would like to go by a different name now…❞