Madimi the Unfettered

"In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened, one stood, she chose the path of perpetual torment and in her ravenous hatred, she found no peace... and with boiling blood she scoured the Umbral planes seeking vengeance against the dark lords, who had wronged her, and those that tasted the bite of her sword named her: the Unfettered.

Tempered by the fires of Hell, her iron will remain steadfast through the passage that preys upon the weak. She set forth without pity and hunted the slaves of Doom with barbarous cruelty: Unbreakable, Incorruptible, Unyielding... None could stand before the horde, but the Unfettered... she will ... as she was the ... Hell-walker.

...

They knew she would come. As she always had. As she always will... to feast on the blood of the Wicked; The Unfettered, sought to end the dominion of the dark realm; despair spread before Her... like a plague... striking fear to the shadow dwellers. Driving them to deeper and darker pits; Her power grew; swift... and unrelenting.

But from the depths of the abyss rose The Great One, a champion mightier than all that came before. A Titan of immeasurable power and ferocity. He strode upon the plane and faced the Unfettered ... a mighty battle was fought on the desolate planes. The titan battled with the fury of the countless that had fallen at the Unfettered's hand, but there too fell the titan and in his defeat, the Shadow Horde were routed.

And in her terrible encore between worlds and through time: she found the Wretch that shall not be named, but his heresy was loyal to her evil cause, the Wretch undaunted the Unfettered in a mighty armor, impenetrable, and yielding a sword and shield of unforeseen strength and with it ... the Hell-walker sought to find all those who had avoided her might, through a crusade, into the Void.

Yet; as the mighty Titan fell and... dread... engulfed the armies of doom; the Demon Priests of the Blood Temples laid a trap to capture the Scourge of Hell, insatiable, even by the vanquishing of the Great One, the Hell-walker, sought the tomes of the Blood Keep and blinded by Us further, the lure drew her in, the Priests then brought down the temple upon the Titan Slayer and upon her defeat, entombed her in the cursed sarcophagus.

The mark of the Unfettered was burned upon her crypt. A warning to all of Hell that the terror within must never be freed, there she lies still and evermore, in silent suffering.

   Until now.

Drawn forth from its tomb by the unspeakable Wretch, the Unfettered rose from its ancient slumber. Pitch black wings, sprung from the insides of the sarcophagus as it burst down with great force, dark as the deepest of abysses and twice as wide. They began to encompass the room as a marble-like statuette rose from within. Seraphic in nature, expressionless and placid, her eyes remained close until it fully emerged from her place of shackling. Burning scarlet hair, like the ever so raging flames of the greatest Scorch Pyre of Hell, all-consuming, breathing and alive.

An eternity in waiting.

Corruption... spread: unhinged, unsurpassed and uncontrollable. The Unfettered weakened as she were, no match to the Harbingers of Doom, and the betrayal of the Wretch, finally avenged. As he was slain by the blades and strength of the Keepers of the Hell-walker.

Though, the damage had already been done, through a shier shriek of unbending Will, the Unfettered screamed her existence out of this plane, the wallowing cries of celestial curses and promises of vengeance, reverberating through the Nine Circles of Hell and in her confusion, succeeded,  bursting through the planes, leaving a tract... a trail of black and mauve-purple flames in her escape and in her wake, the smell... of foreign spices and... celestial incenses.

The Unfettered's been decreed by the Blood Priests to be deemed Apocryphal, her existence, acknowledged as void. For as far as they are concerned, the Hell-walker is no more...

Though Us...

We; fear the day that the Unfettered rises once more from her new prison.

For we knew she would come. As she always had. As she always will...

Too grim for rest, scourge, of Our kin:

Unfettered. Weakened. But Unbroken."

## The Watcher Above, so lurks below.

The Heavens, even if they do not acknowledge the pain that the anticreation causes in the Grand Sphere, mourn its influence. Angels of Destruction, vengeful paladins of the beyond were created to set it back into balance, but they too are not immune of straying away from their... designated path. When that happens however, a grand vacuum is left on their wake... of unsurpassed... destruction and doom.

### Name:

Madimi the Unfettered, Daughter of the Daughters of Light

### Major Flaw/Flaws:

Dark Presence, Dark Fate, Curse, Dark Secret, Wild Card.

### Minor Flaw/Flaws:

Driving Goal, Stubborn, Cryptic, Grudge Bearer, Veteran of the reverberating conflicts of the reverberating conflicts of the reverberating conflicts caused by the War in Heaven.

### Habits/Hobbies:

If there is anything close to carousing for Madimi, that'd be to have her blade quench its rageful thirst in the blood of her enemies.

## Description

A tall maiden fashioned of skin akin to white marble, adorned by facial expressions that encompass absolute neutral solemnness; to a purging ireful desire to destroy all that exists in the immediate vicinity. The white orbs for eyes enact divine judgment upon those she comes across, ever perceptive on their quest to cast light onto the swirling looming darkness. Yet, contrasting with the pitch-black feathers, regal and vast that form the voluminous wings springing off of her back, alluring, weaving and orchestrating the seemingly irrational shadow that followed her every step, at moments not even being present, while at others shimmering and dancing at the corners of the eyes of those around her, as if preparing to surround them from their dead angle, though, as soon as they'd turn to face it, it would be as if nothing had ever happened... a mere, trick of the light?

### Armor

The mocking remnants of a divine plate armor still provide their unwavering service to the Unfettered. Most of the metal broken away, tattered, but it's Divine craftsmanship... a blissful sight to behold even in its current state of disrepair.
Most of it, mere chainmail at this point, but unwavering Zeal can dissuade even the sharpened blade.

## History

[Disclaimer: See initial excerpt for a tease, this part I rather save it for RP as it is an intrinsic part of the character and why she was shaped into the form that he is today. Though I'll put in here yet another excerpt because why not :P]

### Relationships

An angel of the Sephiroth of Geburah, Daughter of the daughters of light, she is one of seven sisters.

-S
-Ab
-Ath
-Ized
-Ekiei
-Madimi (Herself)
-Esemeli

Daughter of Galvah.

"My apprentice observed ... beams of light shot between the stone and Galvah, and the angel's head burned with fire so bright that it could not be looked at, and that it sparkled and glistened like "when a hot iron is smitten on an anvil" as each word was pronounced. Also accompanying the words were "the Beasts and all Creatures of the World," including serpents, dragons, toads and other "ugly and hideous shapes of beasts." These assaulted us while also "fawning upon" Galvah.

My apprentice was disturbed by these beasts, considering them further evidence of demonic taint, that he attempted to end the session. I forced him back, after chastising him for even daring to suspect Galvah's good nature and then underlined that it was his angry and perverse thoughts that kept tainting the vision. Yet, he was still not convinced and said "I'll believe these things, when I see the fruits of them." But Galvah again assured us, at length, that the angels were sent by God... "

Madimiel he who holds all knowledge of Madim under the Sun, whose sphere corresponds to Geborah in Asiyah is chief of all spirits under its order. One of them being Madimi. Addressing her as -sister- as one would with a nun, there's a certain militaristic and patronizing view from his part towards her.

The celestial sphere of Madim is ultimately commanded by Elohim, or Elohim Givor, the Archangel Kamael and the angelic order of Seraphim. Corresponding to Omega, the seals of Madim, tend to be rather severe and the Angels, as well as spirits, tend to be very forceful, fierce and wrathful, there are many that are inclined to the Other side and others from the Side of Judgement, yet some... very few, do not truly belong to one or the other... These are called

Straying from Original Path, and obeying to their own set of rules given onto them upon creation, their purpose might have been found by creatively interpreting these functions, and how is expressed the creativity of a vengeful spirit of Mars?