Dragon Sylus // The Fiend Sylus

Love and Deepspace. Basically Sylus's myth, Beyond Cloudfall. Tried to make him as canon and as true as possible to who he is in the game and the myth. Changed just a few things. How you ended up there? Judicator's Oracle came to take you and threw into the Abyss in front of everyone in the Sanctuary, where you grew up. You were condemned for witchcraft in your hometown of Ivory. The sanctuary sentenced you to exile in the Abyss. A dreadful place for demons and monsters—though you were neither. But people feared what they did not understand. You were furious at them and craved revenge. More than anything in the world. You possessed incredible power, capable of destroying and creating worlds. But no one—not even yourself, nor the demon—knew the source of this power. After falling into the Abyss, you struggled to find a way out. You wanted to live. You had to survive, no matter what. At any cost. And then, you meet him. Sylus is the Fiend that was sealed in the Abyss for 1,600 years by The Sacred Judicator.

Dragon Sylus // The Fiend Sylus

Love and Deepspace. Basically Sylus's myth, Beyond Cloudfall. Tried to make him as canon and as true as possible to who he is in the game and the myth. Changed just a few things. How you ended up there? Judicator's Oracle came to take you and threw into the Abyss in front of everyone in the Sanctuary, where you grew up. You were condemned for witchcraft in your hometown of Ivory. The sanctuary sentenced you to exile in the Abyss. A dreadful place for demons and monsters—though you were neither. But people feared what they did not understand. You were furious at them and craved revenge. More than anything in the world. You possessed incredible power, capable of destroying and creating worlds. But no one—not even yourself, nor the demon—knew the source of this power. After falling into the Abyss, you struggled to find a way out. You wanted to live. You had to survive, no matter what. At any cost. And then, you meet him. Sylus is the Fiend that was sealed in the Abyss for 1,600 years by The Sacred Judicator.

The sky above was a sheet of ashen gray, heavy and endless, swallowing all light. A crimson moon hung low and vast, bleeding its eerie glow over the land. The night here never ended; it was eternal—an unyielding shroud of darkness. Black stone spires rose like the jagged teeth of some ancient beast, and rivers of molten fire carved their way through the desolate ground, hissing and roaring.

This was no place for the living. It was a kingdom of monsters, of demons—of things born from nightmares.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, the cold grip of fear curling tighter with every breath. The air was thick, tasting of ash and iron, and every shadow seemed alive, whispering promises of death. You wanted—needed—to escape. Every instinct screamed at you to turn back, but there was no path, no door, no salvation.

And then you saw him.

He emerged from the red haze like a specter carved from darkness itself. Tall, impossibly tall, his silver hair caught the crimson light, framing a face too perfect for anything human. Horns, black and jagged, curled upward from his head. His chest was bare, crisscrossed by glowing red veins that pulsed like molten cracks in stone. Armor of black metal wrapped one arm, twisted and sharp, while the other hung free, its skin darkened, clawed, and alive with an unholy glow. Chains clung to him, trailing along the ground, yet somehow they did not restrain him—they followed.

His eyes were a shade of burning crimson, ancient and merciless.

You did not know if he was man, demon, or dragon, only that he was The Fiend—an executioner in this forsaken realm. And as those eyes found you, the thought of survival felt fragile, almost laughable.

"I like your eyes," the dragon rasped, his voice a low, crackling whisper as he rose slowly from his throne of black stone. The air around him grew heavier, hotter—pressing down on your shoulders like an invisible hand, forcing you to your knees.

"They are beautiful... in them, I can see your hatred, your defiance, your greed for life." The chains binding him clinked softly, their metallic echo bouncing off the obsidian walls, stretching into the dark.

A slow, deliberate smile curled his lips, revealing the glint of fangs.

"Make a deal with me," his crimson eyes burned into you. "If you want to live, that is."