burntsolace

This is the History of the new D&D Character I want to play. (Does this Back Story make me a bad person?)

BTW a Free Cookie for the first person to come up with my inspiration for it, and a bonus cookie with you can name the D&D Build

Cain was simple farmer. He farmed the land for his first twenty years. He met a wonderful wife, he married her and they had two wonderful children. His life seemed wonderful. It was all he could ever ask for. He had no ambitions other then till the earth, plant his seeds, reap what he would sow, and support his family.

After one plentiful harvest he spent the night celebrating with his wife and their two children, both of whom has blond hair and blue eyes. He left the next day and headed out to sell their excess crops. He loaded up the cart with their only mule and headed to nearest city. He sold their crops and returned home. One his way back he knew something was wrong he could see the smoke rising in the distance. As he got closer he knew that it was his farm that was burning. He rode the mule hard through the night to reach his home but when he arrived it was too late. His wife and children were dead on the front lawn, his farm burned to the ground and they had even gone so far as to salt the very earth, so nothing would ever grow there again.

Cain fell to his knees and vowed vengeance against those who had done this to his family. And that was the very moment an Arch Devil appeared before him and offered to make him a deal. He offered to give Cain the power to slay those who had ruined his life and even lead him to where they had their lair.

With out a thought Cain agreed. His entire life has been destroyed all he had ever known has gone and he was filled with a great void and easiest thing to do o was fill it with revenge. The Arch Devil infused Cain with the "Demonic" essence of a Warlock, granting him the ability to see in the dark. To throw bolts of Eldritch energy. And the Devil lead him to a shack several miles down the road where there was a den of beggars and petty thieves. With out Flinching Cain cut them all down where they stood. He took no notice that none of them were carrying bladed weapons like those which had been used to slice the throats of his wife and children. And they lacked the power to stop one man, and they didn't have enough money for food never mind enough salt to destroy a field.... But Cain was happy to have avenged his family in his own mind.

That night he spent in an inn with a few gold pieces he found in his pocket. From this point on he never had a conscious want for gold and would leave that which was on victim where it lay, he wanted nothing to do with their blood money. After a few nights at the inn the Devil began visiting him in the night feeding him tales that the mayor of the town had been funding the thieves and bandits that had laid waste to his family.

Cain spent the next several weeks scouting the mayor's manor and came to the conclusion that it was beyond his newly enhanced demonic powers to destroy the corrupt mayor and prevent him from ruining anyone else's life. He went back to the Arch Devil and asked to be granted the power to Slay the Mayor. The Devil refused saying he couldn't just give something to Cain, there was a requirement to up hold the balance and Cain would have to do something to help the Arch Devil, to support him later in his life, nothing soon but one day down the line join with him and help him gain dominance over hell. Cain agreed if this devil would help him right the wrongs of this plan how could he be any worse then any other devil ruling hell. So he agreed and the Arch Devil infused him with more Fiendish Energy, and go so far as to bind a devil to his own body and use it's skin as his very own. This suit of Devilish Skin granted him more powers then he would have every imagine. And he would with his new found powers he could even fly. And getting into the mayor manor would be no problem. Before he left the Devil gave him two more gifts, a red cloak to protect him and a magical chain, that would strike down those who opposed him.

With all of that at his disposal he could have gotten into the Mayor's Manor and out with no one noticing. But as he approached the manor he could see the evil that surrounded it, the corruption of the guards who he had been told were all cheating on their wives, and beating their children. And he knew it was not an option to leave any of them alive. In a great blood bath he slaughtered all of the guards, and destroyed and elderly man's who only crime has to have been proclaimed a profiter of evil from the mouth of a silver tongued devil.

Cain knew that the locals would never understand what had happened to he left the town and headed towards the largest town he could find. On his way he was attacked by a roving group of bandits whom he slaughtered with ease. Altho one lucky poisoned arrow found it's mark, his cloak failed to protect him, and it pierced the suit of fiendish skin and burrowed into his heart. He called out to his Devilish Protector for help with his dying breath, for a greater dose of fiendish powers to prolong his life, he offered anything for it. The Devil demanded his immortal soul in exchange for his services and once more Cain agreed and the Devil burned the poison from the blood of Cain with a dose of Hell Fire, and some of that Hell Fire remains in his blood to this day.

Cain made his way to the city and tucked himself away in the first Tavern he could find. He spent nearly a month resting and healing. His body healed in a matter of days. He mind how ever was another matter. He had signed his soul over to a devil and he knew that nothing good would ever come of that. He spent a week convincing himself that he had done the right thing and that this Devil had never done anything to harm him.

That night for the first time since he saw the rising smoke of his farm he dreamed of his wife and children. They were standing in a dark void. And his wife stood before him and asking him how he could stand to be what he had become that he had bartered all was for what? For the power to kill as he saw fit? He argued that he had done it for her, he had killed the bandits that had slaughtered his family.... He looked at his family and all he could see was them as they had been when he had found them. And he noticed their throats and other wounds were not clean wounds of a sword, knife or spear, they were ragged wounds of claws and teeth, the same as possessed by the Fiend who had given him his powers.

And that point he could see it clearly, the Arch Devil standing in the middle of his farm better his home and his barn. Tearing out the throat of wife as his children were forced to watch. He watched Devil set fire to all that he ever cared about.

He sat up in a cold sweat, he realized at that moment what had happened. What he had done. What he had willing done. What he had willingly believed. And realized he had to set foot outside his door and face the world as what he was, a monster. What he had become, a legionnaire in the army of hell. And what he had to do, make the best of what he had left of his life.