Xeredahl

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From day one he knew exactly what was expected of him. As a demon born with a type of one of the four horsemen, it was no secret that the next ninety years or so of his life would be meticulously planned out so that he could be sold. If he didn’t prove strong enough to survive until thirty, he would be thrown away as fodder. If he made it, then he would be sold as a showcase, a trophy to demonstrate the immense wealth of his new owner, so rich that they could buy a horsemen demon as a prize.

If he wasn’t sold by ninety, he would be let loose to fend for himself in the outside world, where he would likely be killed within the first few days. Not many demons survived without a pack of their own, and not many packs wanted a rogue demon. Often too much trouble to deal with, so they would kill the rogue.

It was the life that Xeredahl was destined to live. His entire life from the day he was born consisted of three options, and none of them were up to him to decide.

*Credit to Jurikoi on DeviantArt for the cover. It was this drawing that originally inspired this character's creation*