Ramjammer

Friends in the Void.

Rasteva had simply had enough. First their body had been destroyed, then they had been forced to take refuge in some odd Girl's stuffed toy. And even after she had the audacity to dress them in ridiculous clothing. But all that paled in comparison to what they were forcing to endure now. Even as they bobbed and floated in the fountain's waters, the Daemon kept their focus on the Human male that had hurled them in. They were not ordinary, and nor was their company. Rasteva decided at that moment to throw caution to the wind. The company that the boy kept was not of the normal variety, and their companion had even less reason to stay. They both had answers and Rasteva was damned if they would not get them.

Willing their body to action, Rasteva hooked their tiny paws at the fountain's edge and struggled to haul themselves out of the water. Sara was staring directly at them, but the Daemon did not care. They needed answers NOW. Finally managing to pull their small furry body out of the water, the Daemon wobbled to their feet before pointing an offending paw at the Human male. "You...Tell me who you are this instant!"

"I knew it....." Ethan glanced down at his right arm, confusion screwed on his face. "The hell you talkin' about? You knew what?" The tattoo on the boy's arm began to shift and swirl, the skull symbol seeming to collapse into itself before erupting to life. A large shadow stretched from the Human's arm, taking the shape of a snarling beast's skull and affixing it's glowing red eyes on the teddy bear at the edge of the fountain. "Hey man, what gives? You always said not to pull this exact shit in public and then you go ahead and do it anyway?" Ethan snorted lightly at the shadow, seeming more irritated than fearful. "Be quiet you dolt! Adults are talking." The Skull didn't seem any more pleased than the Human did but still kept its focus on the Bear and Ethan grumbled out a string of insults directed at the skull before piping down.

"So it is you.....I heard the rumors, and I wasn't sure if it was true at all but now I can see it with my own two eyes!" Ethan stepped forward, hands jammed in his pockets as he frowned at the Teddy Bear. Sara had been all but forgotten, but that didn't stop the man from flashing her a smirk before turning their attention back to the Skull. "Ey uh, Betulri. This isn't the guy you were talkin' about earlier was it? Look at him! He's a loser!" The Skull howled with laughter alongside Ethan. "I know, that's what makes it so funny! Look at them, what a disgrace!" The Skull surged forward, eyes boring into the Teddy Bear. "You've fallen a long way Rasteva. I simply cannot WAIT to tell everyone about this!"

Rasteva remained silent as the other Daemon spoke, mind seething. It could not be possible, but thus far all the evidence was starting to stack up and the Daemon was at an utter loss. To find a Daemon that not only willingly kept company with a Human, but also spoke to them more or less on an equal level was not quite what they expected.

Worse still was what it implied.

Drawing themselves up to their full yet woefully unimpressive height, Rasteva addressed the other Daemon, staring directly into its glowing red eyes. "What is the meaning of this! Answer me at once!" Belturi let out another howling laugh, Ethan joining in with them this time. "Ethan! Ethan look! They're trying to give orders!" "Oh shit, hold on I gotta...I gotta tell everyone about this. Funniest thing I've seen in a while." The boy pulled a phone from his pocket and began to rapidly tap at the screen. Belturi shifted back to float over the man's shoulder and stare at the screen. "Make sure you text Dikav and tell him how right I was. Are you doing it? ARE YOU TELLING HIM I WAS RIGHT ETHAN?" Ethan let out a snarl and grabbed hold of the beast skull and shoved it away roughly. "Hey! You wanna talk to people so bad get your own damn phone! Otherwise you can start paying the bill!" The Human and the Daemon then decided that this was the best time to start arguing over the phone's bill and how best to split it, leaving Sarah and Rasteva practically ignored.

Rasteva slowly raised a tiny paw and pressed it to their face, realizing that of all the people that had choosen to try and get answers from, they had to be the biggest fools around.

"I really wish she had gone ahead and killed me....."

Friends in the Void.

The Girl was odd, this much was certain. Even by the standards of how utterly strange Humans were this one continued to baffle Rasteva. Upon finding both her stuffed animal and a chair where neither should reasonably be, she didn't seem too perturbed. Granted her line of questioning towards the Bear made the Daemon quite nervous, especially since her reasoning was the exact truth of what transpired last night.

There was a brief moment where Rasteva considered if she KNEW. The girl had given no indication that she was aware that Rasteva even existed at all, but when they considered all the events that had led them to this place it became more and more plausible. At the same time as the Girl went about her routine the Daemon got the sense that she was much less aware of the Daemon's identity and nature and simply lonely. She spoke to the Bear as if it were an old friend, and not a toy at all. Even going so far as to ask what it wanted to wear for the day. This left Rasteva feeling somewhat miffed because bows were not what could be considered good fashion sense at all. The least she could have done was provided them with a proper suit of armor.

As she hurried out the door with the Daemon in tow, Rasteva took a moment to have a good look at the area. The building was large and confusing, and that was barring the Elevator which the Daemon was positive they could not work in their current state. That aside after their adventures the day before, Rasteva could feel a small portion of their strength returning. Given enough time they might be able to conjure their own form, albiet a small one that they'd not be able to keep up for very long. But progress was progress and the Daemon would take any that they could get, not matter how small it was.

Sitting in the quiet cafe was about as interesting as sitting in the Girl's home. From their spot at the table Rasteva couldn't see anyone else in the small building. It was woefully boring and quiet, though the strange girl soon filled the silenece with menial chatter. Once more the Daemon mulled over her behavior. As far as they had seen, she had no other companions. And if the group of delinqunet Humans from the night before had been any indication, she might have been a bit of an outcast. Rasteva had never really cared for the motives and methods of Humans. Their morals and reasons for doing what they did were as incomprehensible to the Daemon as they were uninteresting. But they could not help but feel a twinge of pity and slightly more irritation on the girl's behalf. As far as they had seen, she'd done nothing to deserve whatever treatment the Humans from last night had planned for her. She was odd to be certain, but she seemed quite kind as well. Far more than could be said for most Humans Rasteva had come across.

The longer the girl spoke the worse Rasteva began to feel. They had already tried to abscond with an object of great value to her. Even worse she had no idea as to what was living inside of it or what it meant for her or her species as a whole. Rasteva recalled what they had said to the Humans the night before. It had not been a lie. The events leading up to what the Daemon had told them were set in motion long ago. And even now they were all being dragged towards their demise without even realizing it. Rasteva stared at the girl across the table, she seemed so content and assured of safety and it caused Rasteva to feel another pang of guilt.

This was starting to get old.

Rasteva let out an internal sigh, resolving themselves to seperate themselves from the Girl as quickly as they were able to. The guilt the Daemon felt was starting to become both a hinderance, and irritating. They would get nothing done staying as they were and babysitting a Human. She would understand, of this Rasteva was certain.

She had to understand.

Friends in the Void.

Rasteva did scream this time. Albeit silently so as not to wake the still slumbering woman. All of their work. All of their struggling was for NOTHING as the bedroom door had been open the entire time. The Daemon pressed a paw to their face, and wondered what it would be like to cry actual tears. They had never done so a day in their life, but now seemed like an appropriate time to do so. Hopping down from the chair and filled with abject embarrassment, the Daemon scampered out the door and towards the main room of the girl's home. This time they knew that they'd have to repeat the process, but at least their efforts wouldn't be for nothing.

Toddling into the kitchen, the Daemon prepared to haul yet another chair to the door when they heard voices. A group of Humans seemed to be chattering outside, and the Daemon paused to listen. Their conversation did not make much sense, but it immediately became clear that they were talking about the Woman who's home the Daemon was trying to escape.

Much more concerning was that they were attempting to break in.

This posed a variety of problems for a number of reasons and Rasteva bolted back into the woman's bedroom. Scrambling up onto her bed, the Daemon began to prod at her again in a panic but suddenly halted. What would they do once she woke up? They couldn't reveal what they were and It wasn't every day that stuffed animals spoke, and she was sure to be terrified. Moreso once the people at the door managed to make their way inside. The Daemon supposed that the could simply lay there they way a stuffed animal should and not intervene at all. Rasteva stared down at the sleeping woman, mind turning over itself. She had done nothing wrong. Her only crime had been holding the small toy that the Daemon now possessed.

They could not leave her to Fate.

Groaning in irritation, the Daemon hopped from the bed and rushed back into the other room. The sound of tools could be heard on the other side of the door and the voice cajoled each other as the Humans on the other side moved ever closer to getting in. Rasteva let out aother groan, unable to believe that they would be forced to waste what precious energy they had on THIS. But in a way it could be considered repayment for possessing a random girl's stuffed animal and making off with it.

The Bear dropped soundlessly to the floor and a plume of smoke erupted from it as Rasteva pulled themselves from the toy. They wound their way across the floor and under the front door. Coiling at the gathered Human's feet Rasteva gathered what power they had to expand their present form. It was not much, but it would do. One of the Humans noticed the smoke pooling at their feet and began to panic, alerting the rest. Rasteva drew themselves up to eye level with them, a cloud of black smoke roiling on itself in front of them. Of all their possible forms this one by far was the most useless. Rasteva could do nothing, and had no means by which to physically interact with anything.

But they could be seen, and they could be heard.

"COWER MORTALS BEFORE YOUR IMPENDING DOOM. SEE AND HEAR THE END OF NOT ONLY YOUR EXISTENCE BUT ALL LIFE ON THIS PITIFUL WORLD."
From where the Humans were standing they were confronted by a screaming pillar of smoke with a large fanged maw.

Needless to say they were terrified.

The door forgotten, the Humans promptly began to scream as was to be expected when confronted by a threatening smoke cloud. Rasteva took a moment to revel in their terror, but not for long. They ran the risk of waking up the girl sleeping on the other side of the door, and the Daemon could not have that. "Be silent!" the cloud barked, and the group of delinquents complied immediately, each of their faces pale and tear stained. The cloud's voice lowered to a hiss, the fanged maw edging closer to the Humans, it's teeth looking more than capable of rending their flesh despite being composed of smoke. "Remove yourself from my sight, and know that your doom comes.....And uh...Don't bother telling anyone about this. They're probably not going to believe you." The group of delinquents nodded silently in unison, not eager to argue with a demonic smoke cloud before rushing away, all tripping over each other in their haste to escape.

Satisfied that their work was complete, Rasteva immediately deflated and retreated back under the door. Their little stunt had been costly, and moreover they had revealed themselves to Humans though they were sure no one would be any the wiser even if they DID speak of what had just happened. Rasteva coiled back over to the forgotten stuffed bear and settled back inside of it once more. There was no chance of them escaping tonight, even know they could not muster the power to even move the toy. Resigning themselves to spending the night on the floor, the Daemon only hoped that the girl sleeping in the other room did not question their distance from her bed too much.

Rasteva made a mental note to collect their payment from her at a later date once they had regained their own body.

Friends in the Void.

Rasteva was pleased that they did not have lungs because otherwise they might have screamed. With that said, the Daemon settled for screaming internally. The Woman would not stop talking, but this wasn't as odd as it could have been because as far as Rasteva knew Humans of any kind never knew when to shut up and so it stood to reason that this one would be no different. She was however, nice enough to remove the ridiculous bow from around their neck which bumped her up to 'slightly tolerable'.

When the woman left the room once again, Rasteva took a furtive glance around. The more accustomed they became to the area the easier it would be to make an escape. Rasteva snapped back to stillness as the girl returned, resuming their role as her stuffed toy once more. The Daemon bit back their irritation as the girl prodded them, and resisted the urge to swat at her with a tiny paw. Rasteva was not used to being touched, much less held and they found the sensation to be odd. The girl returned to the other room and began chattering about something or other on the television. This was a bit more bearable as Rasteva actually LIKED television and they watched the show with some level of interest.

It may have been the only good thing Humans had ever done if the Daemon was being honest.

Something the woman had said rattled around their mind however. She had admitted to wanting to learn and experience new things, and Rasteva knew that the youngest of Human society were often more open minded. Was it possible that she....No. It would not work. Shaking off the intrusive thoughts, Rasteva was vaguely aware of being carried away once more through the woman's now dark home. She seemed to be preparing for sleep, and the Daemon prepared themselves for what would come soon after. They took a brief moment to let out another internal scream as the woman giggled over an outfit they planned to force the Daemon to wear at a later date.

The sooner they escaped the better.

Even in sleep the woman would not release her grip on the Daemon, and Rasteava wondered if they might even escape from her at all. Listening intently they waited until the girl's breathing became deep and regular before attempting to wriggle out of her grasp. It was a little nerve wracking as they new she could wake up at any moment, but even then the woman did not move. Finally managing to free themselves, the Daemon stood up and turned to regard the sleeping Human with a critical eye. A soft plush paw reached out to poke the Human on the face while she slept.

Payback.

Once they felt that retribution had been doled out in equal measure, Rasteva shuffled to the edge of the bed and climbed over and promptly flopped onto the floor. Pushing themselves to their feet the pint sized monstrosity toddled to the door and stared up at it. The doorknob was quite far over the Daemon's head, and they had no way of reaching it from the floor. Looking about frantically, Rasteva laid eyes on a chair sitting by the Woman's desk. Hobbling towards it as quickly as their stubby legs could carry them Rasteva beang pushing the chair with as much stength as their plush body could muster.

Which wasn't much.

Still inch by inch the chair was edged towards the door. A step in the right direction. Rasteva frequently stopped to look at the woman in the bed, but she did not seem to be waking any time soon. This was good. All Rasteva had to do was get the chair to the door, and they would be a step closer to freedom.

And then their real work could begin.

Friends in the Void.

The wind was beginning to pick up tremendously and Rasteva cursed themselves internally. Each gust of air only dissipated their smoke form further and they were getting dangerously close to falling apart altogether. The Daemon tried to collect their form as much as they could only to have someone walk straight through their body, causing to to unwind once more.The Daemon let out a sound of irritation as the Human rushed past "How rude! If I had a good and proper body, you'd be regretting that!"Rasteva silenced themselves, realizing that the human had long since left and wouldn't have heard the Daemon anyway. And what could have Rasteva done if they had? Given them a severe coughing fit? The Daemon's ego shrunk a few sizes, the realization of how powerless they were fully hitting them. When they had a body the were strong, but now they were nothing.

Less than nothing.

But that could all change.

Shaking off the intrusive thoughts Rasteva resumed their previous course of action. "A body. I need a body. Any body will do. And once I am strong enough I can begin regaining my former glory. But until I have a physical form-" The Daemon cut themselves short, taking notice of a young woman nearby. She was walking at a brisk pace, no more eager to be out in the cold as anyone else.

Perfect.

Or rather what was in her hands was perfect. Well, as close to perfect one could get in a situation like this. The rapidly shrinking cloud of smoke darted forward as quick as a Viper hunting prey. Winding swiftly up and around the woman's body, the smoke coiled around the object in her hand and was quickly absorbed into it. And it was thus, that Rasteva made themselves at home. Granted a stuffed animal was nowhere near the Daemon's first choice for a physical body, but beggars could not be choosers. It would do for now, and it was Rasteva's hope that they would soon find something better.

Of course there was the small matter of escaping the woman that clutched the Daemon in her hands. As far as Rasteva could tell she hadn't noticed them possessing the object in her hands, too distracted by getting inside to relative warmth and safety. The Daemon remained still and quiet, not wanting to alert the woman to their presence. From their position in her arms Rasteva could not see much but committed as much as they could to memory for when they made their inevitable escape. Her home was small and modest, but overall seemed comfortable. The care that the woman took with handling the plush toy they now possessed did not pass the Daemon's notice and as she gently set them down before moving off to take care of other matters they felt a small twinge of guilt. It was not uncommon for Humans to grow very attached to objects like the one they inhabited, and it made what Rasteva planned to do a little rude.

But it was neccessary.

Once they were sure the woman had left, Rasteva hopped to their feet. Staring down at their tiny plush paws, the Daemon let out an irritated sound. This was NOTHING like their own body. It was small and weak and the coloration on the tie around their neck was nothing short of awful. Shaking their head the Daemon surveyed their surroundings with interest. Moving about the place shouldn't be overly difficult, but the woman's home was small enough that she'd soon notice if a stuffed animal started to suddenly move around. Rasteva surmised that they would simply have to wait until the woman was asleep or gone before they tried to escape. It was the only way they'd be free, and-

Were those footsteps?

Throwing themselves back onto the spot that the girl left them, the Daemon remained stock still. It was dark and they knew that the girl would have to sleep soon. All they needed to do was be patient and wait for an opening. But for now they were resigned to being held on the couch by a Human girl.

A Human Girl that was potentially sick.

Wonderful.

Friends in the Void.

Physical description

Armored Form

Raven Form

Personality
Alignment: Neutral
Positive personality Traits: Efficient, Stable, Intelligent, Dedicated, Dependable.
Negative Personality Traits: Ruthless, Stubborn, Predictable, Arrogant, Judgemental.

Rasteva's imposing stature, and rather terrifying appearance cause people to be wary of them at best. At worst they presume them to be nothing more than a monstrosity bent on harming anyone crossing their path. Such reactions are not new to Rasteva and they have grown indifferent to them throughout their existence, making no effort to correct anyone on the matter unless it absolutely conflicts with their personal interests and existence. Rasteva will not be found helping others without being sure that they will receive what they consider a sufficient reward in return. Doing good for the sake of good is not something they will be found engaging in, and concepts such as valor and honor are of no interest to them. Rasteva only ever adheres to the laws of a given territory, not because it is the right thing to do, but because it will simply save them trouble to do so at all. The only upside to this is that Rasteva is equally uninterested in doing Evil for the sake of Evil, and makes no direct effort to go out of their way to harm others unless they feel particularly threatened, They can and will however engage in acts of evil should they find it to be most beneficial to their existence and overall goals, whatever they may be at the time.

Despite being unconcerned and indifferent to morality, Rasteva is rather even tempered and polite, often greeting others with a great deal of respect and surprising kindness. Rasteva does enjoy conversation quite a bit, and they are especially fond of gossip and stories even if they prove to be true or not. A self proclaimed collector of knowledge, Rasteva has spent countless millennia of existence travelling and absorbing as much as they possibly can. This is possibly the single most glaring loophole in their indifference as Rasteva will gladly assist someone in a given task in exchange for something previously unknown. This insatiable hunger for knowledge is something that Rasteva is unable to ignore and deny, and may very well be their sole reason for existence.

Rasteva is quite confident and self assured as most of their kind tend to be, and rarely, if ever doubts in themselves or their abilities. An exceptionally long existence has granted Rasteva with learning and experience unfathomable by shorter lived races. This of course also comes a high degree of arrogance, though they feel it to be completely deserved as many Supernatural Entities are prone to. This has also led to Rasteva being exceptionally set in their own ways, and changing their opinion on nearly anything is a hard fought battle, and more often than not is a lost cause.

While not prone to starting fights or causing trouble for others, Rasteva can show a terrifying lack of empathy to anyone not deemed an immediate ally. The Daemon can be as ruthless in regular interaction as they are in combat, caring nothing for the motives or ideals of their opponents. Rasteva has no qualms about killing in the slightest, and won't even make excuses for doing so beyond that it was convenient for them to do so at the time. Rasteva will only ever act in a manner that is beneficial to them and their continued existence. To Rasteva the only thing that matters and will always matter is Rasteva. They make no pains to compare the lives of others to their own, as the Daemon's life is the only one worth considering and holds value immeasurable. Good and Evil are the same thing to the Daemon, and as such makes no effort to differentiate between the two. The only things that Rasteva makes any effort to distinguish from each other is things that can be made use of, and things that have no use at all.

Anything found to be wholly useless is cast aside without a second thought.

History/Mythology

Rasteva has existed far longer than many other beings, and has witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations. Their true age is unknown and Rasteva has no interest in knowing what it may be. A traveller like the rest of their kind, Rasteva's existence has been spent wandering their own universe and perhaps even others in an effort to gain as much knowledge as they possibly can, all in an effort to find the core of their individual existence.

Rasteva is a member of supernatural entities referred to as Daemon.Despite sharing a namesake with the more well known Demons of myth and folklore,Daemons are neither inherently good or evil. Their ambiguous nature can leave many that do manage to meet one wary as their true motives are often up for debate. In actuality a Daemon's ambiguity is in reality a 'Default setting' and all of them are driven by an unknown and all consuming impulse to discover their individual nature. Defining it only as a drive to be their "Complete Self", it can range from each Daemon becoming either a complete monster like the Demons they share a namesake with, or beings of complete virtue. From the moment of their conception up until their existence ends altogether, a Daemon’s sole drive is to seek out and find the meaning of their own existence.

Daemons can and will meddle in the affairs of Mortals.This can be something as innocuous as choosing an individual to watch and learn about while remaining unperceived, or something a bit less harmless such as making their existence known and giving people portions of their own power to see what happens.

It tends to go about as well as one would expect.

Daemons are incorporeal by nature, and lack true physical forms. The best way to describe a Daemon is not as a living being, but instead as a ‘concept’, flitting at the edges of realities but never truly making themselves known.Because they most often exist outside of the realities inhabited by mortals Daemons cannot be perceived or even fully comprehended unless they actively choose to be. The closest an individual can come to seeing a Daemon as they are will describe it as noticing a shadow flitting by at the edge of their vision, but will disappear when looked at or even considered fully. This has led to myths considering them to be the wandering spirits of the dead, and rarely divine beings such as Gods.This statement is for the most part false, though some Daemons have been able to achieve near Godlike power through unknown methods. Daemons that choose to manifest in a reality to better observe and interact with mortals are forced to take on a physical form as their existence simply cannot BE without one. Some choose to take the forms of animals, though most will disguise themselves as mortal beings. Some have even been known to take the form of inanimate objects,and each form often coincides with a particular Daemon’s goals in whatever reality they’ve manifested in and their own personal tastes. Daemons mostly adhere to the same laws of physics that other beings do in whatever reality they’ve found themselves in, and while not capable of feeling pain, they can still be injured, dismantled and killed while in a physical form. A particularly weak Daemon that cannot manifest their own form will often take possession of a random object until they are strong enough to project a form of their own. This is often done out of desperation on the Daemon's part and is often considered to be embarrassing and shameful.

Daemons do not adhere to a particular hierarchy within their society, if they even have a society at all. Daemons that come across each other will recognize another of their kind on sight and they will usually stop to exchange pleasantries and stories of their travels before moving on their way. Daemons do not gather together for any reason outside of chance meetings, and do not actively seek each other out unless they specifically know another of their kind to be nearby and willing to interact with them. Though their species does not possess any lands or holdings to claim heritage to, a Daemon that takes a liking to a particular reality will gladly choose to settle there.

Friends in the Void.

This was not good.

This was in fact, the single farthest thing one could get from good short of being dead.

The cool fall evening meant that many people would not be out at a time like this. Just as well, Rasteva would hate to be seen like THIS. Leaves rustled wildly as something small and dark zipped over them. A cloud of smoke so black that it absorbed all light coiled and darted across the ground. This in and of itself was already odd. Even odder that the cloud of smoke was TALKING.

"Absolutely unacceptable! to think that I, Rasteva would be degraded in such a manner!" The Cloud darted across the ground erratically, all the while a deep voice bellowed from within. "Such an embarrassment, that is all this is. An embarrassment, she should have wiped me from existence. But ah, then she would have not had the opportunity to sit back and laugh at me now, would she?" Only the wind answered the cloud of smoke, and it was an unwelcome answer at that. The cloud began to thin, almost in danger of dissipating completely.

Needless to say, the voice was not amused.

"Unbelievable! To think that I would be stricken down by a mere breeze! I must hurry, if I cannot find a form I-"

The voice stopped short, footsteps echoing towards them. Someone was coming.

This was good, better than their current predicament. Whoever it was that approached was sure to have something on them that Rasteva could use as a temporary form. Once there they could make plans to regain their former strength.

But they had to act quickly.

Friends in the Void.

They had existed for as long as the Universe had. Strange creatures, lurking in shadows and flitting about the edges of reality unseen by Mortals. They had always been, and they would always be.

Or so it was thought.

Never before had they reached out to Mortals. Never before had they made their presence known. Yet they came from the shadows, offering a select few powers unheard of, for reasons unknown. It was easy to dismiss the rumors as nothing but stories, senseless gossip to scare frends for a laugh. But still there were few that knew the truth and would do anything in their power to keep it from getting out.

For this truth spelled the destruction of Humanity.

Grumpy Spirits and you.

Just gonna bump this bad boy for the day.

Grumpy Spirits and you.

Hey you! Have you ever wanted to summon a giant world destroying spirit, but lacked the skill necessary? Well now you can!

For the price of one(1) Rp you will receive an angry Eldritch Abomination that will do your bidding!

Want to take over the world? You got it!
Want to strike fear into the hearts of your enemies? This monstrosity has you covered!
Need an Ikea shelf assembled? When you have Galaxy destroying monster at your beck and call, why the hell not.

Now you may ask, what's the price in all of this?

I'm glad you asked.

This particular Daemon has lost their physical form and most of their powers and needs your help getting them back. Once all that is said and done they will either gift you with a portion of their own power(It's a lot, trust me you want it.) or they will complete one task of your choosing without question! Nothing is off limits. Genocide! Subjugation of the masses! They'll even help you run for President.

Now granted this particular Daemon is VERY picky about what form they take, so you'll need to expect a lot of whining. But let's be honest, when your soul is inhabiting a teddy bear there's not much you can do about it.

Corporate has also requested that I inform you of the risks inherent in your quest to obtain absolute power.

Namely that you might die.

Horribly.

You didn't think this would be EASY did you? Oh no. This Daemon has enemies, and all of them are invested in making sure he doesn't get his power back. Each and every one of them are ready and willing to kill you if that what it takes to keep your newfound Spirit buddy from getting his body back. What does that mean for you? Glad you asked! You'll visit exotic locales. Take part in awe inspiring battles! And maybe along the way question your own morality. Fun for the whole family!

Contract stipulations.

Posts MUST be literate. We're going on an adventure here. Not sexting.
Will there be Romance? Who knows. Probably not. But there's always room for it. All that is required is that it be story driven and not completely shoehorned in there.
You need to commit long term. We all have real lives. School, Jobs, families and the occasional crime spree. That's all well and good but if you're hurting for time or inspiration don't be afraid to send out a PM. Nothing kills a good story like a lack of communication.

All phone lines are standing by! Act now to receive a pissed off Daemon to call your own!