"and so it was that love was the gravest sin of them all"
Many moons ago a baby tiefling wondered out into the night sky. Surrounding him was ruin and rubble, but he did not care.
For the only thing the red eyes of the youngster lay his gaze upon was the night, the darkness and the stars that swam amongst it.
An innocent soul with guilty blood that ran through him. It was that guilty blood which Viktor Elavore recognised first in the youngling.
then it was his wide smile at the night sky and tranquil wander as he explored it.
There my father made a choice.
Leave me drifting and pray I did not turn into a monster as all did that stood before me or shelter me from villainous intent and a life of cruel and cold.
Here I stand today in my fifth year in Ioth Academy. A consequence of his choice.
For better part of my entire life in Anacra I was oblivious , a child of a father who loved me and kept me safe from the horrors outside of Ioth Academy.
There he taught me how to blend in, to be the least recognisable person in the room.
Things changed when a stranger wandered through our door. Dressed very much like my Father.
She talked to me. Tales of magic, great wizards. Yet the most unbelievable aspect of it all was she told me I could be a part of that.
It's still quite remarkable to this day to be honest, I'm a tiefling.
I'm a demonic child with powers of the Infernal's running through me.
Not only must I apply a new trade and thrive within a world I've never known.
I have to rediscover myself.. who am I now I can harness the power of a demon.