Drusa Delis
Archdemon 🙤 CEO 🙦 Bisexual
Drusa has always been, since the beginning of creation. She saw the mighty battles of heaven and took what some would call the wrong side. Cast into hell to live out her days. After millennia after boring millennia, she decided to see what hell she could wreck upon the children of god. How easy it had been. In 28 BC, she took her first steps upon the mortal plane. Rome became her first target. She walked amongst it’s people, taking how she saw fit. Men begged for her favor and women pleaded for her to make them beautiful. Stupid foolish mortals, believing her to be Hera, queen of the gods or Aphrodite, goddess of love. She let them ply her with food, wine, gold and anything else they thought fit to bring her. For many years, she delighted in taking virgins from them as payment, but that soon grew boring and she found herself moving on after a few years. She didn’t have to feed on specific emotions like some of the lesser demons. Things that fed her were destruction, fear, power and control. All things that she created for herself. She was dependent on no one. She loved, cared for and took care of no one but herself. Occasionally someone came along that she helped until it bored her, but everything she did, was for herself, no one else even when she did ‘help’ someone else.
Throughout the early years the first century in the new BD era, she enjoyed moving from population to population, using her powers to take what she wanted. She grew stronger with every passing year. Astral Projection , calling, and deviation were her favorite powers to use, but just a mere glimpse of the powers she could call on. More demons made their way from the abyss and many times she sent them back if they crossed her. She would not be disrespected, stepped on or her territory messed with. Her temper was violent ad beautiful. She loved destroying others, breaking them down, making them cry and beg for mercy. If they were in what she considered her territory, then they were subject to her laws. Laws, which changed as often as the tide rolled in and out.
In the modern world, the opportunity to crush someone so completely rarely showed its self. Instead she settles for watching the world tear it’s self apart. When she reached New York, she quickly found a home among the lesser being of the black market. They bent to her will so easily, drawn to her power like flies to honey. If it was illegal and bad for you, she’d deal in it. No jail cell could hold her; no evidence would stick because she didn’t exist. The cops that got close just disappeared or suddenly found someone else to blame the crime on. Now she’s the CEO of her company Ravcom, a private defense company that worked with the government. The perfect cover for her black market arms deals. Life right now is a little dull, but a few reports of things have come back to her and life is looking up.
🙤 Personality 🙦
Drusa is a very controlling woman. Everything around her has to be under her control at all times. If her people get out of line, she will discipline them as she sees fit. Everyone that works for her knows what she is and they fear her. Her control over her powers is intense and she’s proud of what she’s achieved. There’s not much that she fears in the world, but there are a few older demons out there that make her think twice about her actions.
She does everything she can to add to the destruction of mankind. They’ve destroyed this world and she wants to see it burn with them on it. No “god” to save them. The darkness drinking down their souls as they beg for mercy. The worse she can make a situation, be it coming between lovers, family or friends, to pitting whole countries against each other, the more she loves it. The more bloodshed, death and horror the better it makes things for her. Other long lived creatures that have known her for centuries know there are some soft spots in her armor. Certain people and desires she has that date back to the fall. It take great trust for her to share such information and trust is not something she gives easily.
She tends to get bored very easily as the years go by. The five foot four menace will often change her hair color to spice things up. And with the ability to alter the human form she uses, it can change in a literal blink of an eye.
