.: -Gothic Angel- :.

"Hell, is hell. Complex and painful for the forsaken ones who are embraced by the devil and his minions. Hell is not what the bible says it is, or what people imagine it to be. No, it is far worse, yet not nearly as bad, and far more complicated than anyone can ever imagine." - Malcomb-2008.

Malcomb was reborn on the earth in Los Angelus in the year 1980. In his angelic fall his soul leapt to earth where he was born in transition as a mortal child to human parents, a child whose immortal spirit lie dormant within as he grew up beneath a violent father's reign of physical and emotional abuse...while the angel in him slept. Malcomb was often tied to a chair and burned, strapped, wounds salted, beaten black and blue when he 'misbehaved.' His father always told him, even when he a small toddler, he had to be man, be strong, act like a man, honor his mother and father. He was told his punishment would make him strong, make him a better man. It made him schizophrenic is what it made him. But then, he was prone to schizophrenia by his genius and chaotic nature anyway. Malcomb quit school, stole some money from his father's dresser, and got a bus ticket for New Orleans on his 16th birthday.

Malcomb had grown obsessed over the years with theology and the occult. Thieving whatever he could to survive when he moved to New Orleans, he got himself a small, basement apartment, and a month later, he joined the Church of Satan. Within two months, he had drawn the conclusion that the church was a load of bunk, people using fear tactics to control others, but it was not easy to walk away from nevertheless, not when he had been entrusted with so many of their secrets (namely witnessing murders commited for sacrificial rites), and it was owed to his genius and dark nature, his perception of the world, the church had embraced him with such trust. It was a month after he had turned eighteen he went to a party the High Preist was throwing, and it was on that night he told the founder of the church, Sebastian, that he was leaving the church.

Unknown to Malcomb, he had been followed to the party, by a demon in disguise of a man, who had for years been 'watching' Malcomb unknown to the youth. Sebastion led Malcomb away from the party, motioning for two others to follow, and taking him down to the river-side, Sebastion lunged at Malcomb intending to seize him, and kill him. Malcomb delt the Satanic Priest a blow to his head with the gallon bottle of vodka he'd been drinking, and a violent fight proceeded. It was as one of them had managed to grab the very drunk young man, twisting his arms around behind his back, as the other moved forward intent on plunging a dagger in Malcomb's chest, that the demon who'd been shadowing Malcomb made his appearance. In moments all three of Malcomb's intended murderers lay dead, torn limb from limb. Mernaph introduced himself to the stunned and very enebriated youth, then seized him and pulled him through a gate shadows and then flames, taking him to his lair in Hell.

Mernaph claimed the youth, enslaved him, binding him to himself tightly, killing him in the process to bring about his immortal transition as an earthly angelican. Two year passed when Malcomb confessed to Mernaph that he was sexually attracted to him, whereby Mernaph wasted no time and claimed the angel as his sexual bondage thrall as well. Demons rarely loved, but Mernaph HAD grown to love Malcomb, although his love was a possessive and jealous sort. After two years spent between hell and earth, Mernaph took Malcomb to his castle in the Shadow Lands, a realm on a planet which lie between the demi-planes of shadows and hell's eternal march. From the Shadowlands, one could planes walk to many worlds and time lines on earth, but it was the time that Malcomb was familiar with, that he traveled to through the shadows folds.

During down time at Castle Morash, Malcomb wrote a book, he called the Book of Chaos. Malcomb was obsessed with tearing down religion, proving it to be the farce it was to human kind. He claimed Chaos as the true creator, (which indeed it was) and God as a lie, a mere fabrication of fiction and overactive imaginations. Oh he knew differently, had over time remembered what he had once been, remembered being cast out of heaven, but what heaven and hell truly were, was not what people believed either. Better they did not believe at all, then know the truth in fact. Armagedon came and went on the earth of Malcomb's time, and when the earth began to cover, Malcomb opened a church of his own, The Church of Chaos, and over a period of five years, his word spread, and his members grew from a handful into the hundreds of thousands. His personal life was getting to Malcomb though, and in time he handed his Church over to his most faithful priests.

Mernaph's duties had taken a terrible toll on Malcomb, for he was commanded by his Lord Lucifer to collect and enslave every fallen angel he could get his hands on. Malcomb's love for his master was ALL consuming, and seeing his Master and mate claim other angels as he had claimed himself led to deep pitfalls of depression, and violent outbreaks of murderous jealousy. Mernaph controled him, but it tortured Malcomb, and they began to drift apart owed to the strain between them. The very fact that he and Mernaph were drifting apart, was devistating to Malcomb. At times Malcomb seemed to accept that he had to share Mernaph, at other times, he was insane with the pain of sharing his Lord. In time, Mernaph had to enslave Malcomb's will so tightly that he could control his very feelings, much as the demon hated to do it.

Fate was cruel, and perhaps ironically just in that cruelty, for an old enemy of Mernaph's named Mendorin (who dwelt also in the Shadow Planes) captured Malcomb and made him his own slave, to torment Mernaph, and to retaliate for wrongs Mernaph had done him long ago. He stole all memory of Mernaph from Malcomb, and remolded the dark angelican to his own specifications, often sending Mernaph visions of he and Malcomb engaged in passionately perverse, carnal acts. It happened though, that during Malcomb's keeping, an incident occured where Malcomb attacked one of Mendorin's slaves, and in doing so, drank of her blood, which was deadly, perhaps not permantly to Malcomb, but kill him physically it did. Just to torture Mernaph further, Mendorin kept Malcomb's body preserved a month, and then left his remains on the bridge which spanned the marsh to meet the gates of Castle Morash. Mernaph, who in the months Malcomb was gone, had tortured every angelican in his keeping with his lusts and his rage. When he found Malcomb's body on the bridge, called by his guards, hope leapt in his heart like a dim flame, and he carried Malcomb to his chambers, and forced his own powerful blood into him, hoping to Sire him as his own spawn out of death. A month passed, and there was still no sign of life in Malcomb, so in a rage, Mernaph plunged Malcomb's body into the abyss, where many angels of hell fell to be reborn. Hope was shredded again, but he refused to believe Malcomb was lost. Still, his heart turned black, and he raped and tortured every last angel in his keeping brutally, nearly killing each and every one of them, then stricken with grief and rage, he cast them all out of his domain, banishing them.

Routines were established once again, weeks passed finding Mernaph more and more a frequent inhabitant of the Inn. Drunk off his ass and always tempting Tray to try and best him at cards or darts..some other challenge. Mernaph was nothing but a vessel of hatred. He was sharp tongued, and his mood so vile that even Tray hated seeing him come in. It was as he sat there slumped over a bottle of wicked fire, at the Lake of Shadows Inn bar, drinking one of MANY bottles of that hell's brew, that the Devil arrived to creep up behind him, whereby he draped his arm around him. "Mernaph, my love…" He said. "You need a change." Mernaph's eyes had narrowed on the Morning star, but before Mernaph could even spit out an answer or question it, the Devil plunged Mernaph deep into the flames and shadows that created him and then leapt in after him.

Malcomb awoke, as if from a terrible nightmare of cold, fire and agony that had lasted years. His death sleep had lasted a year and two months all told in fact. The sand beneath his bare flesh was cool, the air crisp and fresh, and as he opened his amber colored eyes to peer around at his surroundings, (he had NO idea where he was) the pain was realized. Unimaginable pain. His eyes slammed shut again. The pain was so horrendous he could not move, could barely breathe. It overwhelmed all his senses, every cell and corpuscle in his body feeling as if being burned by a bitter ice so cold black flames should leap from his skin and his insides at any moment. He felt sure he would evaporate from the cold heat as it intensified to such agonizing degrees he wanted to die, wanted it to end, thought it would never end, feeling sure he would perish from the pain alone. He convulsed violently and then the agony began to shift, only to concentrate in the seering burn on and in his chest, the onward to his arms and his hands. There on the back of his right hand a mark formed on his flesh, his master's seal, and then another on the left, the devil's seal. Over each hand two marks were laid, but not just on his flesh, and in his blood, but in his soul as well. On the left hand was the seal of Lucifer, a Baphomet Pentagram, and on the right hand, was the seal of Mernaph, which was a pentagram ringed by a snake. Breaths shattered and choked, drawn into whimpers as the pain began truly to subside.

Malcomb remembered nothing of his past. Again he was reborn and starting life anew, which was not uncommon for Tsetar, or devils, and he was both. It took him a number of days to discover he was in Ireland, and that the year was 1362. He had stolen some clothes from a clothes line to dress himself in, and so began his occupation. He had to steal at first to get by, for he was too aloof in his nature of people to ask for any help. By his nature, he had always been a natural thief anyway. What started as stealing clothes and food, soon turned to picking pockets, and shop lifting from the open aired markets, and on up to robbing houses. He was homeless for a number of years, and slept in stables, in the woods, anywhere he could find to sleep, until he had stolen enough to rent himself a small house in Killkenny. He was slick, and when he did get caught, he was quick, nimble and always managed to escape. He earned the nick name 'The Fox' over the years, and indeed he had a knack for escaping the authorities. He did in time get caught and arrested however, in the year 1375, and was taken before the local magistrate in Dublin where he had been seized and arrested. He was tried and found guilty of many counts of theft and robbery all over Ireland, and sentenced to death by hanging. He was hung too, and feigned dying, and when he was buried in a shallow grave after hanging there in the town square for two days as an example, he dug himself out of the grave and returned home to recover from that very unpleasant experience.

A month later he met someone at a tavern who recognized Malcomb for what he was, the forsaken side of him anyway, his scent puzzling to the shadow demon. He was surprised to find Malcomb had NO idea what he was, and after a friendship had been struck, Malcomb showed the demon the marks on his hand. "Your master's mark, and the mark of hell," Killian O'Rork had told him. The demon decided to take Malcomb in and train the handsome youth in the sword, and found him uncanny in his adeptness, sure he had handled a sword before. Malcomb had been very surprised to discover that his drinking companion Killian was in fact a Lord of Killkenny, a nobleman with a castle and lands. He was even more surprised when Killian invited him to live at his castle. There was purpose to Killian's generosity however, for he had a son in the world, out of a mortal woman, a lad who was demon kin and did not even know it. Once Malcomb was trained to his satisfaction in the Sword, Archery, Dagasse and Archery, and in what demonic gifts the youth was born with or could learn, he commisioned Malcomb to befriend, guard and teach his son Conan what he could. Malcomb would not dare refuse him, and so took the offered task. He succeeded in everything which Killian had asked of him, and ten years later, parted ways with Conan O'Malleigh.

It was the very year, 1386, when he parted with Conan, that he returned to his home in Killkenny, which he had purchased some years before, and as he built a fire with bricks of sod in the hearth, a glint of polished, black metal caught his attention, and there with the fireplace tools was a broad sword and matching dagasse of like black metal. He was marveled, and when he lifted the broadsword in his hand, he found it amazingly light for its size and well balanced. Around the hilt of the sword was a scroll, which he unwrapped and read, the language an ancient one that strangely, he understood, could read no less. With a command given in that ancient dialect the powers of the sword and daggase would be activated. The scroll also told of what those necromantic powers were. Malcomb assumed that Killian had left the weapons, but it was not Killian who had gifted them to him, but his own Master, Mernaph, and it was not the first time he had given the Broad Sword and Dagasse to Malcomb either. When Malcomb did get around to thanking Killian for the weapons, the demon informed him that it not been him, and that he might have a guardian unknown to him. Malcomb was thankful regardless for the Doom Sword and its matched blade regardless.

Malcomb went by many aliases in Ireland. He got craftier as a warrior and a thief. He often fought in any causes he found befitted himself and his beliefs. As time marched on, and he with it, swords were replaced by fire-arms, and he became as adept with them as he had medieval weapons. He studied under a master of martial arts as well, and inside of six years had a black belt in Jujitsu and was a master of Tai Quon Do. Above all weapons he prefered Martial Arts and the blade though, above all others, regardless of how proficient he grew to be with guns. In the year 1920, he joined the IRA, and for five years fought with them faithfully in their cause. Malcomb had lived through the British occupations and struggles between Ireland and England too, for many ages. He attended Trinity college for eight years, from 1940-1948, using the wealth he had saved over the years to pay his tuition, and with a false birth certificates and identification, he passed himself off as a true citizen of Ireland for a period of 20 years.

It was in the year 1970 that Malcomb moved to England and settled outside of London in a house he purchased in Hertfordshire. The house was old, made of stone, one sprawling level with three bed-rooms, a dining room, den, kitchen and two baths, and the roof was thatched. The home stood on twenty acres of partially wooded land, with a meadow pasture for his two horses and a small stable. Often he traveled to London, and Brighton, retiring to the peace and safety of his home. He lived for years in that house by himself. His horses Mendes and Sephiroth, and his Demonic Wolf-hounds, Cusdah (fang) and Auru (wolf in the ancient tongue of the Dark Stars) were his only companions.

Always Malcomb lived alone. Even those years he had resided in Killian's castle, he had kept to himself in his chamber when he was not training or attending those duties Killian asked of him. No, never once in all his 640 years of living, had he taken a single lover. Those women (or men) who tried to get intimate with him, either found a dagger pressing into their flesh, or a quick boot in the face. He has physical secrets he prefers not to share. He had simply never met anyone who he took a sexual interest in, and until that time arised, he would remain a celebate virgin.

He had yet to have met his sire, who followed him all those years without ever having shown himself. The devil and Mernaph alike plunged themselves through fire and shadows to alter their own paths in life. Lucifer stripped himelf of his immortality by tearing away his fleshen coils, and leaping in the spirit into the womb of a mortal woman in Rome to attain his own rebirth, only to grow into manhood to become a legionnair of Rome who was sired by a second generation vampire. Mernaph meanwhile possessed the body Killian O'Rork, assuming his life as he watched over his spawn from afar, offering him shelter those few years before sending him off again to look after his bastard, demon kin son, Conan. He had constrained himself, yes, and pretended not to know him. Pretended to be less than the infernal demon he was, and yet he taught him, yes, and would teach him still in days to come. Always watchful of Malcomb, he often spied him through his 'scrying eye' which allowed him to see and hear his angelic devil child at will. Wheresoever Malcomb moved to, so too did Mernaph, that his chosen never stray too far from himself. The temptation to reveal himself to his bondee was everpresent, but he would wait, and keep his silent vigil until a time arised when he could bear denying himself utter claim of his chosen again.

It was in the year 2004 that Mernaph caught up to his chosen. As always, Malcomb felt that connection between them which nothing but final death could destroy. Malcomb returned to Morashtar with Mernaph a month later, albeit he kept his Hertfordshire home, where he and Mernaph stay when they return to that world. Malcomb visited some past acquaintences in New Orleans six months later who owned a tatoo parlor, were he had a number of tatoos inked on his flesh to make his marks less conspicuous. Inasmuch as the owner Kelly also ran a tatoo parlor in Hawker's Fort, he had the last two done there. Malcomb had since reclaimed all his knowledge, and seldom did he ever stray from his Lord and sole obsession's side. He resided at Castle Morash with Mernaph, and for a time peace and contentment kept them company. What the years, even the ages held in store for them, they could not tell, but whatever ordeals promised to come their way, Malcomb was determined to face anything as long as he was Mernaph's. As Mernaph's one and only, Malcomb had every reason to fight for the singular devotion his mate had finally offered to him, and which he embraced with all his soul.

That devotion met such extremes one day however that Mernaph actually absorbed Malcomb into himself and as the two became one Malcomb found himself standing forward as the vessel most often seen. Mernaph meanwhile ravished him frequently from within and unseen from without, making it difficult for Malcomb to function on any acceptable level in the company of other people. As time progressed he was able master hiding the very personal things he was feeling, though at other times Mernaph took actual satisfaction in making it impossible for Malcomb to conceal his responses to how the demon inside of him was making him feel. Mernaph did leave him alone when Malcomb had to attend important matters, but in certain company he made his presence known through Malcomb. Eventually Mernaph sensed someone like them... another pair of hellions who had come together as they had through an incredibly profound carnal and spiritual joining. Drawn to this tri other Mernaph and Malcomb joined also with them, Artorius and Lavoy who were also fused with the primordial entity Lust. The months fused with them proved too much for Artorius who was able to disentangle himself from them, having to imprison them to do so because of the influence Lust had over them, Lavoy and Mernaph in particular. Because they had no desire to be removed from their mesh they could not be. Malcomb was another story. Lust proved too much for him as well. Because Malcomb was drowning in them he was slowly being absorbed by Lust. Artorius freed him from the triangle that was actually legion in Lust. Lavoy and Mernaph stayed. They were home.

Malcomb stayed with Art for awhile then returned to Morash. There he found Tsolaph, who was a dead ringer for Mernaph but very different from him, on the throne. Malcomb offered himself and his loyalty as Prince Regent to Tsolaph. Mernaph had made Malcomb Prince of Morash ages ago. Malcomb had no interest in trying to remove Tsolaph from the throne and made sure the demon understood it. Tsolaph was content to accept Malcomb as the prince regent. Malcomb could rule in his place when he meandered which suited Tsolaph. So the reign of Tsolaph began with Malcomb as his second.