Dimitri Beelzebub

Evil, insidious, or perhaps tyrannical, almost all people will describe Dimitri as being such, but there is no depth to a person if all such descriptions are true or accurate. Dimitri is a strange entity, and believed to be a timeless creature. No one really knows what exactly Dimitri is, he is assumed to be part of the Myreison race. With a mechanical claw for a right arm and a strange machine eye that is also on the right side of his face. However there is a clear humanistic element as Dimitri has a human body, despite his machine portions. Black spiked hair tops off Dimitri’s appearances, along with his crimson red left eye which is not taken up by the metal that covers his face. There is no further need to describe Dimitri as he is always seen wearing a long black cloak from his neck to the ground. But the occasional glimpse of what lays under the cloak will happen, it would appear that Dimitri’s entire body is covered in black leather belts that almost appear as restraints, what for? This is as much an enigma as Dimitri’s origins.

To each their own, to each their own story, to Dimitri, he still has a story that will be heard. But perhaps it is best to reach into the excerpts of Dimitri’s notes to hear about him.

                How long has it been now? I can faintly remember the earlier days. Ah, I do miss them at times, my life was so much simpler; I had both my arms. Though, I must admit there are sacrifices that must be made for the greater good. Yes, I have made many in my time.

                I remember back in the era of civil war between the Myreison and Kaneryid. I was a simple man, I was a scientist, I was even a member of scientists that discovered “The Darkness” that led to the creation of the Myreison race.. But after the civil war broke out, I was…Out of a job. In these times…I fell in love. She was a Kaneryid, a delicate creature named Sylvia. And she felt the same way about me, such a thing would be written about by future writers. At the time I was considered a Myreison, hence the social complications of our relationship were massive. However, she, out of sheer affection allowed me to convert her form into that of the Myreison body. For a period of time, we were in bliss, at least, until the Myreison High Council caught wind of what I had done.

                The Council was, and still is run by a select number of Myreison, the strongest, the smartest, the most treacherous. They believe themselves to be better than other organisms, this hubris is so all encompassing they believe they control the destiny of everything and anything in their reach. Even employing a…”Prophet” to guide them in their actions to determine the destiny of their citizens. And, it seemed Sylvia and my destiny was set in stone when their Prophet saw my actions, we could not escape. The Council killed my Sylvia, and they threw me into the gallows.

                It was there I was left alone to my thoughts, the darkness blanketing my body as I sat there. I had lost my love, and…To what? Destiny? What kind of destiny is this? Where the innocent, the pure, are punished…To face the reaper because you wanted to live a life free from the shackles of oppression, is this really destiny? Forged by the will of a God? No…

                I then vowed, to change it. To change the world, and rid it of such corruption. And not just by destroying the High Council, it was by will of a Prophet receiving a divinely message did this occur. And…I wonder how many more have suffered by their hand like my Sylvia.

                From the darkness itself a voice emerged. A quiet, soft, reassuring voice called out from the darkness. It asked if I…Wished for the power to change it all. There was such a place I could purge the world of its impurity, no, more than the world, the universe, and then from there, rewrite it. If I wish, dream, and hope, then I can do this. If I accept the sacrifices, and bear the cross upon my back, knowing I may die, I can stop the corruption of this world. So many were already suffering from the fool hardy civil war that raged on for decade after decade. If I accept the pains of the world, I can save it from its damned destiny.

                I was fearful, but, to know this world and its people suffered so much…I had to, draw upon a recess of will and determination I never knew I had before. I would bear the cross and suffer, so this world may find salvation.

                I responded with unwavering strength; I would do it, I wished for the power to change, I dreamed for a better world, I hoped for a utopia. And I received it; The Darkness. With its essence infused into my being, I became connected to it. I felt stronger than before, as if I had transcended, evolved into something more.

                I drew upon my new strength, and destroyed the prison around me. I knew what task lay at hand, I had to stop this foolish war. The Council never saw what I would do next, not even their Prophet could fathom my deed. I destroyed the precious night generator of the Myreison cities, the light burned through, Myreisons fell back underground, but not before the Council forced a meteor into the planet. Amidst the ruin and destruction, the world was renewed, silent, life began once again from zero. The world settled after the disaster, and soon, the Council found that even their own people, forced to flee underground, were happy. No more war, no more battles, peace, quiet, life.

                The Council knew I was then a force in myself, they tried to kill me, but I stopped their armies easily. I approached the Council, the same that had taken away my Sylvia, the same that foolishly began a civil war that hurt so many, and…I offered my help. They dismissed their former Prophet, and I assumed the position myself. I found they were ordering me about rather quickly, treating me like filth. I did not care, I bore the cross then, I knew what would happen if I did

                They assume me to be their puppet, no, I simply tolerate their existence for now. My strength still must increase, I still need time, to research, and to wish, dream, hope for when I may one day free this world from its destiny. I know the task is difficult, and sacrifices must be made for this cause. So I hope, that this world may tolerate my hand for awhile longer, I will better it, for the people, for Sylvia. Man was not born in shackles, why is he then chained down? I intend to set us all free, free, to live.

During the Myreison War, Dimitri held a high position in the Myreison Legions. However, he continued with his own hidden agenda to overthrow the Myreison High Council. Ultimately he spent time gathering people to support his cause, including human factions. By secretly giving aid to injured humans he gained an underground army of humans and defected Myreisons. Also, it is rumored that DImitri took human P.O.W.s and converted them into Myreisons, so long as they would serve him. Currently, Dimitri has risen into power of vast regions of the Earth.