Puerilaug, a Portrait

The question is, what would you do? What would YOU do?!?

Imagine the situation: after working hard to achieve the peak in your guild and proving yourself worthy, you finally get admitted in the cabal of your choice. You work even harder, with complete and utmost dedication and loyalty and quickly advance. You prove yourself in combat, defeating many enemies and seldom facing defeat. Your powers and knowledge grow, your peers respect you, your enemies fear you everything is going just great! And then, out of the blue, the God governing your cabal appears before you and demands that you abandon your religion and betray the God you worship. Impulsively refusing, you are disgracefully thrown out and branded a prey with a reward for your head to whomever claims it. Everything you worked so hard to achieve destroyed in the blink of an eye, just like that.

So, what WOULD you do? Most likely what 99 percent of the heroes walking these lands would do: take your life, the last feelings and thoughts crossing your mind those of injustice and revenge.

Well, not the hero of our story. Not the demonic souls known as Puerilaug. Although, by their own admission, they were quite close to follow the same fate.

However, with sheer stubbornness and unwillingness to desist, they survived. They adapted and changed, they fled for their life when needed and fought back when possible. Eventually they found a new home, being faithful to their religion at all times. And they prospered and grew.

Is it hard to like a demon? Most probably. Puerilaug are surely not very likable, but they hardly care.

But oddly enough, honor is quite known to them and they might be very well described as honorable. A honorable demon?!? Well, so it seems. Most probably because one of the souls which constitute them was a Warmaster, apparently his honor so great that it somehow overshadowed the others.

From personal experience and lengthy discussions with the souls named Puerilaug, I can attest that they are very knowledgeable and curious, always wishing to learn more. They are also always thinking, plotting, considering, weighting, pondering

Ive never faced them in combat, as a Herald my weapon is the quill, but I can attest and witness that they are also very deadly. Many have fallen to the souls. Probably many more will. But they definitely are not a senseless and mindless killer. Calculated and precise, yes.

They are also fiercely loyal. To their religion, even to the Tower of Savants from which they were thrown out. Perhaps not to the God ruling the Tower, but to its ideals.

By their own admission, they are also always worried, sometimes even afraid, that they are not worthy enough in the eyes of their God. Always wishing to prove more worthy, always more.

Their secrets? There are many. Very little were they willing to disclose even to a Herald, even after guaranteeing that the secrets will not be revealed. Still, one thing is quite clear: their ultimate goal seems to be the rule all. Not by force, but by deceit, manipulation, staying in the shadow and drawing pawns unnoticed by the pawns themselves.

Authors note to the reader: the above should be interpreted as an artists attempt to draw a portrait with words. I have done so to the best of my abilities.