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Come in under the shadow of this red rock.
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
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ˈlējən
a vast host, multitude, or number of people or things.
great in number.
A man known by many names, seen as many entities, existing in many places, for an indefinite time.
But also, a man.
Legion does not know when he began. If asked, he could not tell you who (what) he is. Legion is a plaything to the devil, a cosmic contract from millenia ago marking his fate. He is an older brother to twin demons, a younger to a phoenix. He is an (ex)lover of the god Apep. He is the best friend of Death itself; immortal, to a point. He can die. He just won’t stay dead.
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Where do you begin with a man who has no beginning, and endless history?
Legion was not really… ‘born.’ One could say he was created, but it is more accurate to say he just appeared, before time, before conscious thought, formed of sentient, hungry shadows that knew how to imitate life. Even he could not say for sure when his life began, as he has no memory of his early life. Sometimes he remembers little things during quiet, lonely nights – the vast, empty feeling of stillness before there was wind, or the feeling of endless wind before there were trees and land and water to disrupt it. His memories escape him, though. There’s so much to remember when you’re so old.
He knows he had made a home in Hell, before there was a devil. He believes, perhaps wrongly, that Hell once belonged to him, that he created it to live in when there was nowhere else to exist, made the creatures that were supposed to exist in it. He had been a ruler, once. A Creator of things and places. An amorphous creature with powers beyond comprehension.
A God among gods.
He knows also that he became a favorite toy of Lucifer’s when the angel fell from Heaven and stole Hell from him, guided by the power of a god Legion didn’t worship. He lived and he died. He reincarnated. He was at the mercy of the whims of the Lightbringer. That is, until Legion made the decision to adopt two unbearably annoying, mischievous, obnoxious little twin demons as his sisters. Creatures so exhausting and so unwilling to die and stay dead that they were banished from Hell to walk the Earth, Legion with them. Of course, he was welcome back any time. Without them.
And although he is so much more, now he is just a man.
Legion’s time on earth, some might say, has been rocky. Though his sisters were by his side for some of it, he was more often alone, and preferred it that way. Having no place to go, he wandered the earth for millenia. It’s hard to kill a creature like him, and he simply kept on living, never aging. Falling in love and out of it. The thing about living so much life for so long, is that you often become bitter. And if you don’t become bitter, you love more deeply than anyone you could ever know. Legion has been both of these people.
There is a lot of life to fit into the story of him. But most, as we’ve mentioned, have been forgotten by this creature; memories only stick in his head for a period of time before they disappear, especially after so many, many deaths. His last tragic escapade ended, like many do, in death. Deeply, madly, painfully in love with Apep, the god of chaos, he had chosen a life for himself at the side of the snake, against the Sun God, desperate for the life they could build together. No one had done for him what Apep had. He had felt rescued. Hell, the god had eaten Lucifer. For him.
And then, Apep died.
Or, rather, he was killed. Destroyed by his own family, murdered for his plot against the Sun. Legion fell into despair. He grieved in the only way he knew how: withering away. A catatonic state. Becoming one with the shadows. Starving to death.
Oh, death. Oh, what bliss.
When Legion dies, he changes. He takes a new name, a new appearance, and begins life anew. Sometimes, he has the memories and personality of his previous self. Often, there are alterations, especially depending on how he died. He remembers Apep – remembers the muscle of arms around him while they stood upon the beach. Remembers the elation he felt when Apep asked him if they shouldn’t live together, in a towering castle in the middle of the Irish moors, away from each of their troubles. Remembers the fear and exhilaration he felt as the god pressed a knife to his neck in a playful, sadistic manner. He remembers that their love burned quick and fast and hot, not like a candle but like a struck match. Knows that now, it’s over. Now, his name has changed. His face, too. Knows he is no longer the same.
One would think a love story like this would be the end. But there's more.
Just wait.
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He doesn’t know what he is, but he calls himself a demon. After all, he is not the devil, and he is from Hell. However, it’s not exactly apt; after all, many would be much more inclined to call him a god, an eldritch creature, a cosmic horror. With no other words to describe him, and with striking similarities to other creatures of the same name, this is how he prefers to identify. After all, Legion eats humans to survive. Blood, bones, skin, soul and all. What is more demonic than that?
Legion can go a very long time without food, if he trains for it. Typically, he prefers to eat every couple of weeks. In previous lives, when he was stronger and when he had more power, he could live for years, even decades at a time without consuming anything. These days, he is not the same creature he was then, and he simply must have nourishment, or he becomes ravenous, sick and weak. When not consuming food for sustenance, however, Legion prefers sweet things to eat. Human food does nothing for him, except that he likes the taste of it. Ice cream is his favorite. He doesn’t touch meat unless it’s a person.
In the same vein, human vices do nothing for him except act as a comfort. Legion smokes because it hurts his lungs. He drinks because it burns. If he does enough of one drug, he will begin to feel something.
Legion appears to be in his late twenties or early thirties. He stands at a moderate 6’1 when he looks like a human. Though he does have a demonic form, he has found very little reason to actually use it, and so it remains hidden, for the most part. What it looks like is difficult to describe, and should rarely have to be anyway. His hair is inky black; in direct sunlight, one would think it had a sheen, but aside from its silken gloss it is devoid of color. His skin is ghostly pale, and his nails are often black and mildly pointed. He prefers the aesthetics of black clothing to almost all else, though he will sport a color now and again, if the vibe calls for it. The only thing about his appearance that doesn’t change with his reincarnations are his eyes. They are black through and through, from pupil to sclera, with only a thin red ring around his iris. He sports deep bruising beneath his eyes, dark purple and blue, the bruising of a lobotomy victim. He hides his eyes beneath sunglasses for the part. Once upon a time, he had wings.
Legion’s personality has transformed throughout the years. Like with most people, it changes over time, but when beginning again in a new body, his personality often comes from whatever it was that killed him. Returning to life after Apep, Legion started out playful and sarcastic, aloof and flirtatious, but with a temper. He used to try very hard to keep his cool (though it is in his demonic nature to run hot). He does and has always loved animals. Perhaps it shouldn’t be surprising that time in a new body has changed him. He now appears to be much less quick to anger, much less flirtatious, and much less sarcastic. Instead, his personality seems to have become more sincere; he finds humor in things, he is still playful, but he is more serious. He loves sleep more than anything, but when he is awake there is only one thing he wants to be awake for. He is genuine and caring, a protector of friends and loved ones. He is honest and gentle and full of patience. His anger has taken on a much more… disturbingly calm quality.
He will still rip you apart if he has to.
Legion is a musician. Actually, the better description of him would probably be a singer. He fell into the job after giving up his position in a large local drug ring, realizing that the high of performing on a stage for an enraptured crowd vastly outweighed selling drugs to rich snobs. Legion craves the attention of an enamored audience. His pop-punk style of both music and clothing earns him plenty of fans, and the tabloid stories of his rendezvous with both men and women keep them interested. His fanbase is small, and though he is considered more underground than mainstream, the fans are loyal. He has gained a cult following over the years. It is said that his music can change lives. People leave the concerts feeling more pleasured than when they came in. The feeling, they say, is addicting.
He lives in a Serenity Tower in New York with his bonded mate. Although he prefers sleep to most things, he finds being awake a much more rewarding experience nowadays, considering the people he gets to be around. He is naturally nocturnal, but finds that most people and business need him awake for the day time, instead. He eats every two weeks. Some people would rather he change that.
Fun Facts:
Because demons aren’t really meant to survive on Earth – and Legion refuses to survive anywhere else – his body doesn’t operate correctly. He suffers from extreme iron deficiency and begins to cough up blood when he becomes too anemic. Although this affliction won’t kill him, it is wildly uncomfortable. Drinking blood helps. Eating helps the most.
Legion does eat people, but for the most part, unless he is actively starving to death or terribly injured, he tries only to kill people he believes really deserves to die. He’s become very good at stalking his prey for the kill. Sometimes this involves seduction; other times it’s a matter of sneaking. He leaves behind nothing but pieces of cloth and the occasional puddle of blood.
Legion is covered in tattoos, but because he wears pants and long sleeves almost all of the time, it is hard to get a glimpse of them.
Legion loves cats. He loves cats a lot. Some people would even say he is cat...like. Part of the reason he refuses to live with his sisters again is because of their propensity for putting cats in ovens to piss him off. It works.
Legion also loves plants, though he can’t seem to figure out how to keep them alive for very long.
He is terrified of bugs and he will make you regret making fun of him for it.
It would be incorrect to say that Legion cannot be affected by human drugs. If he takes enough poison, drinks enough of the strongest alcohol, or uses enough very strong drugs, he will suffer, either becoming violently ill or intoxicated. They can’t kill him, however, not unless they are made with the intention of killing creatures like him.
He has three hearts.
Angels love Legion. He has no idea why, but they have a feral attraction to him for some reason – his smell, his blood, his pheromones, something about him pulls them in. Though Legion has dated an angel before, the experience was not something he would ever want to recreate. Something about him makes them insane, abusive, cruel. Legion has no idea how to get them off his back. This mostly occurs with archangels, and he seems to have a lesser effect on lesser angels.
Legion knows The First Language. His name - his real name, not the different names he chooses to go by on Earth - is part of that language. To speak it aloud is to summon him and have some sense of control over his form. For this reason, there are only two people who know what that name is. He trusts no one else to know it. He has been burned in the past because of it. Therefore, he will not speak his real name, or even The First Language, aloud. Ever.
Legion is made of shadows. They cling to his body, tugging at his skin, causing rips and tears and healing him again, over and over, a being made and recreated by an infinite number of other sentient beings. He came from shadows, and thus he belongs to them. Because of this, he can also manipulate shadows to his own will, though they seem to often have a mind of their own. This used to bother Legion so much that he wore gloves and long sleeves constantly to hide it. Now, he has managed to hide them, and most people do not even notice it.
Likes
Cats, flowers, ice cream, shitty Chinese food, arguably bad animated movies, rain, the cold, cigarettes, bonfire smoke, iced coffee, scalding hot showers, blatant flirting, the taste of Vampire blood, and his mate, most of all
Dislikes
Most dogs, animal meat, hot coffee, yelling matches, vibrant colors, licorice, bitter foods, loneliness, injustice
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NPCs that often show up in Legion’s stories. Some of these characters I have written separately and others are only ever written with the purpose of advancing plot for Legion.
Legion’s manager and a siren. Anna has been around for as long as Legion has been making music. He saved her once, and since then they have been close friends. When he decided to quit his drug business and pursue music instead, Anna was the first to support his decision and help him grow his presence in the music industry. He doesn’t make any career decisions without her input. She manages all of his appointments, from modeling to interviews to concerts. Although she is a strict manager, she would never put Legion in a position that is too uncomfortable for him. She loves him dearly and would give her life for him. Ironically, she is not a fan of his mate. Anna is married to a gorgon woman, Navy – who is, in fact, obsessed with Legion’s mate – and they have one daughter, Bee.
Legion’s little sister. Aki presents herself as a very young girl, between the ages of seven and thirteen, with white skin, long black hair (picture The Ring), and a thin, emaciated body. She has fascinating eyes – silver most of the time, but opalescent when she’s using powers. She has no interest in love, relationships, or even, really, friendships. She is terrifying and emotionless, aside from anger, feels no pain, and cannot die. The only person she will listen to is her brother. It is important to note that despite this appearance, Aki is almost as old as her brother. She is the definition of evil and annoying. She loves causing mischief, murdering people (and animals!), and terrorizing humans. She carries around a puppet-like doll with her who holds a scythe called Mr. Happy. Some people say Mr. Happy is alive.
Aki is the twin sister of Keller, a beautiful blond-haired banshee. Aki loves her sister and her brother more than anything else in the world. Unlike Legion, she will kill upon the slightest inconvenience.
(Aki is my own character, but Keller is not, so she is not available to write or play at all.)
The devil. The lightbringer. The morningstar. Lucifer has always had an obsession with the demon. Their relationship is complicated. Legion is branded with Lucifer’s sigil, although what the angel really wants with him is hard to say for sure. Once upon a time, Legion was stronger than Lucifer, held more power over him. Now? Well, now it’s the other way around. Legion is Lucifer’s slave. Lucifer uses him as a toy, a sexual release, a punching bag.
Apep did eat him. Although Lucifer can regenerate and is immortal, it will take a while for him to return.
In the 1980s, Legion (who went by a different name, Cassian) was considered a growing rockstar to rival other large bands at the time. He had the stage presence, the appearance, and gave just enough of a glance into his life that tabloids and fans thought he was scandalous and fascinating. However, all of that changed after he met Uriel. A man who had come to his shows, wormed his way into the demon’s life, and eventually into his heart. But Uriel’s intentions were cruel. Slowly, he dismantled everything Cassius had worked for, including his house, his job, and his friends. Uriel wanted the man all to himself, and he succeeded. After this, the tables turned. The sweet man Cassius thought he knew shed his skin to show a monster beneath it. Everything about him was swift, abusive, vicious. Cassius had never been more terrified of an angel.
Their break up was hard and left him with nothing. It almost ended his life. Uriel, being an angel, is equally as immortal as Legion, though the demon hasn’t seen Uriel since their relationship ended. Some pieces of it still haunt him, especially knowing that, somewhere, Uriel is lurking.
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About the Writer:
Hi! My name is Micajah (they/them). I'm 28 and a grad student in Library Science. I've been writing since 2007 (16 years!!!) but have had a rocky last few years. I haven't consistently written since 2020ish. You might know me from Rolepages or Faeries and Vampires (if you're OG)!
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