You could call him many names, King of Demons, Ruler of the divine Evils. All of them to be true, but to be called one title is flat out boring. His joy to play with human life in itself, that alone the definition of demons to a human minded fellow. He doesn't care, however. It's simple, people can call him whatever they want, but he knows the truth of himself and the other demons that fear him with respect.

To put simply who this man is, the one who rules over your simple nightmares, life ends with him in a situation of humans if he's involved. His smile is like that of snakes locking onto a simple mouse before it strikes at the neck, choking it and stealing its last breath for pleasure. His words the viper's venom. But sometimes... the price was worth it, for what they wanted. Since a demon won't lie to you, but also won't tell you the truth of what you signed up for.

A mastermind of despair, someone who wants the equal value of his work, of course. What demon do you know works for free?

But what if they try to flee without payment? Become rats or be content?

Eyes float around him, laughing and mocking the victim after they got what they wanted, and didn't want to pay the price. He laughs at them, gives them time to see if they can flee. But of course, they can't. It was hilarious to see many tries, however.

But what can create something so dark, so unruly?

It's very simple. Human desire is as dark and hateful as it is bright and lovely. You can't live truly without either. You have desires, your neighbor has desires. You have hate, as does someone else. Human desires birthed this dark soul, and human desires bring forth as the years go by. He knows he was born from a devil's egg in an unexpecting village that homed a murderer, whose soul so dark... gave birth to a demon that destroyed the whole village overnight.

A feast just for one.

It was, delicious, one by one, another meal, another after another! How could he dare forget that feeling? It was so filling, but now the feeling sometimes become bland, and he's very picky about who he chooses to "help" now. The soul is richest when it's desperate.

But whose that desperate to call the King himself? Only he knows that's the answer, and he can't wait to see the next rat that becomes his victim. He's waiting, knowing, they will show up one day... and he will be as devilish ready as he could be. — RuinedCrown

A demon amongst demons ... demons are often born of tainted and corrupt souls, but few are just born, made of raw and pure darkness and void. Nameless is one of those very few, a demon in all his fullness. But even he needed to start from the very bottom, scraping what morsel of souls he could get his hands on.

But with time comes practice, and with practice things get easier. His tongue got smoother and sharper, his patience slowly lengthened to where he would be happy to patiently wait ten, twenty, if not a hundred years of a meal if need be. Soon, even longer.

In the realm back then, it was a dog eat dog world, everyone fended for themselves and 'alliances' were forged wearily; your allegiance was often to yourself, even if you said differently. Survival was a goal, yes ... but some had their sights set much higher, to the throne governing the entirety of the demon realm.

... he wished he had a grandiose tale on how he came to take it, but by the end, it felt like child's play to merely sit on the throne and have it take to his whims.

• Born from the FE world, caused by a mass murderer in a village.
• Born from the malice of the killer, feasted upon the leftovers of everyone there.
• Found by his future mentor and taken under her wing.
• Ascended to the throne by basically killing the previous king and taking over the throne of hell. He says the way hell was previously ruled over sucked shit (Ahaur and Yadyra may have had a hand in this).

His primary power lies in shadow and spatial manipulation which makes travelling easier for him around the area; transitioning between the world of demons and humans to him is the equivalent of an easy flick of the hand. His raw physical strength is well above the average human and most other species within the world, having the ability to tear and unearth trees if he so wished to.

He also has the ability to shapeshift and take on any form he so wishes; the current one is one he created for himself to keep as an appearance, but in reality demons are forever shifting in what they look like, with no true form of their own besides what they choose to look like. He's always found the elder and younger appearances to be the easiest to use if needing to scout or interact with humans.