Elric wasn't born a healthy baby like many at the time, born with birth defects such as a discolored lazy eye, and inherited tuberculosis from his
mother. In spite of the travesties, young Elric grew up to be a fine young man. Since death was common place among their people, Their faith was unbreakable. Young Elric was a devoted worshiper, his faith shone among them; As he grew in age, so did his knowledge taking a more prominent role within their small branch.
Soon after Elric lead a small sect of
worshipers, their beliefs similar to that of Christianity. His followers believed in him wholeheartedly, as someone battling an illness that should have claimed his life already was so strong, he must have been blessed by some divine one. Not only was he strong of faith, but also strong with
sword; His swordsmanship surpassed what had been considered rare or of great skill.
Now you're probably wondering what a man of faith needs with a sword? As many aren’t aware, almost every war is started over religion. It wasn't long after that they were engaged in warfare; unfortunately their
opposers numbers were so great, Elric and his followers had to fall back, forced away from what home they had. He lead them to a new land, where
hopefully he could gather new followers. Trouble seemed like a downward spiral for them...The new land had been infested with demons. Worshipers of
God were enemies to the demons, gathering their forces they marched on Elric and his followers; it wasn’t a battle, it was slaughter.
The handful of followers before laid to waste begged Elric to escape live on, so that one day their people could rise once more. After watching his close friends and followers annihilated by the demons, he went in a state of shellshock. As night fell, so did his faith. Abandoning everything he had ever loved, he took his sword and followed the demons to their encampment. He watited until after their victory, when they were consumed by overeating and heavy drinking. Retorting for all the lives these demons took, Elric slaughtered many of the demons in their sleep, occasionally having to engage some that were awake. Elric's blood thirsty state no longer required him to hold back on his opponents, while using his swordsmanship. The fever heightened his skills, his speed and strength; Even the demons couldn't defend themselves. He wasn't satisfied until he had killed all the demons. After slaying the very last of their tribe, Elric fell back, laying on corpses as he tried to recover his breath. Afterward he passed out for several days.
There was once a legend stating that any man who bathed in the blood of a thousand demons would become a demon himself. Until now Elric hadn't believed such a rumor, considering it a farse. But something had been different. Though he had been stained with blood, his wounds hadn't completely healed. His thirst for vengeance hadn't been sustained. He killed anyone or anything he came in contact with, deriving pleasure in it. Indeed he had changed, and with that change he cast the name Elric away, taking the new name Basileus, a spin of the word
Basilisk. His gaze made people feel weak, insignifigent, and often paralyzed or petrified by the discolored lazy eye.
Years passed and he
started losing interest in relentless slaughter, finding he would rather defeat someone who could challenge his power, or provide an interesting battle. He started to wander from place to place, realm to realm and so on. Very recently one of the places he came upon was a large erected tower, home of a family called Methuselah. At first he thought he might find something of interest, however this family had been different. Their motives insidious or scrupulous. He had found people whom shared a common mindset, or were just as fucked up as he was. In this lot he found what would become his family. And now the story begins....
