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Legion Gerasene

World-weary (but classy) former General of the Satanic forces. After an unfortunate encounter with the Son of God (Mark 5:1-17) Legion found himself dishonored, disillusioned, and without a job. What's an ex-demon to do?

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by ViceVersus

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Appearance: Legion strikes a distinguished figure; smartly dressed in a single-breasted Armani suit, filling out the lines of the cut expertly. The ex-demon takes a great deal of pride in this human disguise, considering how much time was spent tailoring the appearance of the body. After all, fingernails and toes are tricky things to master in the art of Illusion Magic.

The only thing that impervious to cloaking seem to be Legion's eyes. They will always remain demonic; burning fiercely with a garnet light. To avoid startling people while in public, Legion has taken to wearing pitch-black Oakley shades at all hours.

All of this makes the former General look like an extra from Men in Black, as Liesha Kennicot so fondly observes. Whether or not this is true (it isn't), this gentlemanly human form helps Legion not look out of place at the Broadway shows and high-class restaurants he so enjoys.

Personality: Legion is inescapably polite and well-spoken, charming and friendly to a fault. Though his grasp of English is remarkable, he still stumbles through the odd idiom or reference to pop culture.

The ex-demon's sense of humor is quite broad, and he considers himself sensitive to life's subtle ironies -- the greatest of which, he feels, is within himself. While a collected and mature individual on the outside, he is often childlike and innocent when it comes to the Earthly realm, and the reasoning of humans.

Abilities: He's given to 'saving the day' as the humans call it, simply doing what he feels is 'right.' Legion deals primarily in elemental manipulation (fire being his usual weapon of choice) but over the years, friendships with various mages and casters of different caliber have left him with bits of more .. involved magic added to his arsenal.

Before the Event, Legion thrived in chaos and bloodshed. These days, he would rather talk it out with the high-strung slayers bounding over to vanquish him. Dutifully, he explains that he is merely a demon by race and not by career. If that doesn't work, then sparks might fly.

History

"The Disciples went across the lake to the region of the Gerasenes. When Jesus got out of the boat, a man with an evil spirit came from the tombs to meet him. ..

.. When he saw Jesus from a distance, he ran and fell on his knees in front of him.

"What do you want with me, Jesus, Son of the Most High God? Swear to God that you won't torture me!" He shouted at the top of his voice, for Jesus had said to him, "Come out of this man, you evil spirit!"

Then Jesus asked him, "What is your name?"

"My name is Legion," he replied, "for we are many."

And he begged Jesus again and again not to send them out of the area.

A large herd of pigs was feeding on the nearby hillside. The demons begged Jesus, "Send us among the pigs; allow us to go into them." He gave them permission, and the evil spirits came out and went into the pigs. The herd, about two thousand in number, rushed down the steep bank into the lake and were drowned.

Those tending the pigs ran off and reported this in the town and countryside, and the people went out to see what had happened. When they came to Jesus, they saw the man who had been possessed by the legion of demons, sitting there, dressed and in his right mind; and they were afraid.

Those who had seen it told the people what had happened to the demon-possessed man—and told about the pigs as well. Then the people began to plead with Jesus to leave their region." (Mark 5: 1-17)


After his troops were flung into a herd of pigs, Legion knew he would be expecting a rather nasty employee evaluation the next month. More than that, the encounter with the Son of God shattered his worldview, leaving him quite alone and in need of a priority change. The ex-demon found himself painfully contemplating the words 'violent grace.'

Now that he had been 'dressed' and put in his 'right mind', Legion began to forge his own path. He had been thrust out of the norm and past the reasoning of any normal demon. Humans were no longer just objects to be tormented, they were objects to be envied. His attempts to 'do good' after the Event were timid. Could a demon achieve salvation?

Of course not.

Still, Legion was determined to make the best of what had happened to him. In the end, he feels he is better of for it. His prestige was traded for perspective -- and strolling around the human cities enjoying their foot and their entertainment, Legion realizes that it is here -- not in the Lower Berth -- where clarity is truly clear.

Legion struck up a friendship with Liesha Kennicot in her Victim Assistance years -- and with that friendship came a few consultation jobs. Though he could not become an SCD agent by reasons of birth (not that he'd ever become one) he has remained Liesha's close confidant over the years, watching curiously and with no small confusion as she proceeded to fall in 'love' with him.

He will do what he can, and when the FInal Trumpet sounds -- Legion has a feeling that his story will draw to a close.

So begins...

Legion Gerasene's Story

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"Oh," Legion began, surprised. No one had asked him outright what his plans were. "Well, once things calm down I suppose I will have to build some sort of life."

By "calm down" he of course meant the assassination attempts. Demon slayer and demon alike were coming after him more readily than they had before. Talk about being kicked when you were down! But the werecat's declaration that he wouldn't give up Legion's new disguise or location .. well, that was something. The ex-demon was sure it would get out eventually, but for the moment, it seemed as though he had been given peace.

"You know what, I don't know what I'll do!" Legion realized, amazement in his voice. He nodded to the werecat. "You, it sounds like you've had some sort of 'new life' experience. How did you handle it? Where did you go? What became important to you?"

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Good question, Nairi thought. What was important to him? He pondered in silence for a time, frowning in thought.

"Difficult question." he said finally, shrugging his shoulders. "Not sure how to answer." In truth, the werecat wasn't sure about having a conversation on so deep a level with a stranger. But then, most people were strangers to him. "Maybe ... figuring out what is me, and what was... what I was made. Understand? They're different. Things you were made into, things you are. Separate them."

It seemed a non-committal answer by his manner, but it was true to an extent.

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"What is me, and what I was made," Legion drawled slowly. The words sounded good to him. A new sense of purpose blossomed in his chest.

The ex-demon rose to his feet. He dusted off his hands, smoothed down the front of his suit, and returned his half-eaten apple to its bag, which he bent and retrieved.

"You are well met, friend!" said Legion, with a smile. "I am glad to have encountered you today. I have much to dwell on. If we see each other again, Seeker, through our mutual friend the Mystic, I would not be averse to the occasion."

It seemed strange to simply get up and walk away, but Legion was not sure what else to say to the werecat. As far as goodbyes went, this one was not the most peculiar, and a peculiar end to a peculiar interaction was fittingly poetic. The Seeker could have followed, if he wanted, Legion did not look back.

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"Maybe we will. Who knows?" Nairi replied, rolling his shoulders in a shrug. "Don't dwell too long. Better to just go with it. See where life takes you."

He did not follow, as Legion moved away, he merely watched after him for a time thoughtfully. No doubt Sizobodan would be in touch before long, but the Seeker wasn't worried. He was too valuable to the right people to be threatened.

Before long, he was gone from the street, melding back into the shadows and retreating to wherever it was he called home.

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Legion Gerasene strolled into the Wing City Plaza, just in time to notice an odd blue-tinted metal ball floating off to the side, near one of the less ornate fountains. The ex-demon frowned slightly at the sight, but continued on his way.

It was right around lunchtime, and Legion had a mind to venture into Wing City proper for a bite to eat. He had mastered the peculiar ritual of timing meals so that they fit his human body's schedule. After a few weeks of attempting to cook for himself, Legion concluded that his preferred way of taking nourishment was having it prepared for him by someone more skilled, who, indeed, could possibly use the business.

And so Legion decided on that day to try a new cafe that he hadn't noticed before. The Wing City Cafe, it was called, simply, was a hole-in-the-wall. Outside on the sidewalk was a chalkboard leaning against the window. Someone had printed very neatly with bright, neon-colored chalk what the days specials were. Legion slowed his pace as he approached the entrance.

The building was old, all brick and stonework, but the cafe recently refurbished, with cheerful accents on vases filled with flowers along the wall and even on some of the outdoors furniture. Legion entered the establishment, blinked a few times to get his garnet eyes to adjust to the light.

Aha! The place was much larger on the inside than it looked, more narrow than wide. Legion strolled past a few occupied tables, making his way to the counter. As he waited in line behind a young couple, Legion's gaze drifted over the food displays. He saw a plate of fresh fruit. The sight of an apple stayed him ..

.. Just a week before, Legion had been walking home from the grocery, when he had accosted a strange figure following him. The Seeker, called Nairi (although the ex-demon couldn't have known his name) revealed that he had been hired to find Legion's new location, and report back to his enemies. The two had spoken, briefly, with the Seeker deciding that he was not going to spoil Legion's new life. Legion remembered tossing the young man an apple, while taking a few bites out of one himself.

The apple, a symbol of sin and the fall from the Garden of Eden, Legion mused, noting that the apple in the case in front of him was even the same size and hue of the one he had purchased for himself at that time. But perhaps now, in my case, a symbol of mercy -- a new chance?

Legion tore himself from his internal monologue when he realized that he was at the front of the line, now, and the cashier, a bright-eyed youth with no pupils for eyes, was looking at him politely, but urgently -- two or three patrons had lined up behind the ex-demon, and seemed to know what they wanted to order more than he did.

Legion quickly glanced up at the menu, eventually requesting the day's lunch special. He paid for his meal, and stepped off to the side, waiting for it to be prepared. The ex-demon cut a distinguished figure, tall and broad-shouldered. He gave a real purveying look to the interior of the cafe, with its larger-than-life paintings on too-small walls, its haggard brick look. Today was a good day.

Still, Legion could not stop thinking about the Seeker, and the questions that encounter had posed. What did Legion want to do with his life now? What was his goal, his purpose?

These were questions that humans asked themselves, was it not? And Legion, while still not human, but still not a career demon, realized that wrestling with these factors was what humanity dealt with every single day.

How do they deal with the uncertainty? Legion hummed tunelessly to himself. His food arrived shortly, a half-sandwich with a slim dill pickle, and a cup of hot vegetable soup. The ex-demon took the tray and walked up a half-step to sit by himself at a tiny round table in the corner, and by the time he had tasted the soup, he pushed those doubts and questions out of his mind, settling instead for a hearty meal.

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Daren looked around the plaza. Looking for a danger that didn't exist most likely, he knew that, but he did so anyways. It had become a force of habit. He took a breath. No one is hunting you anymore Daren. No one cares about your prophecy, or no one knows of it anymore. You, and your brother, is safe.

His looked back at the mark on his hand. A symbol, which in an old language meant power. He was born with this mark on his right hand, and his brother on the left. It meant they would be born with a great power, and destined to use it. For what, he couldn't say. But now that no one was hunting them it seemed, he could relax.

He gripped the locket around his neck. It was a gift from his mother, and had both his mother's and father's picture in it. She taught him to hold it in his palm whenever he was scared and their courage would be with him. It won't bring them back though. The rules of magic won't let that ever happen...

It had been nearly a year since their parents deaths. He has had to provide for himself and his brother since then, including schooling. Home schooling, but still. But that wasn't his focus now. It was breakfast. Daren could do a lot of things, but he couldn't cook to save anyone's life. He found himself and his brother a table by this one guy. He could sense something was off, but he tried to ignore it, believing it was his paranoia.

"Don't order too much. I can pull miracles, but we are still on a budget".

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Two figures settled into a table next to the ex-demon. Legion chewed thoughtfully on his sandwich, observing the pair. They were young, even for humans, and while one of them seemed nervous, there was a sense of maturity about him that the former General could only attribute to great personal trauma. It was a shame to see innocence lost so early.

At the sight of the mark on the older boy's hand, Legion lowered his sandwich completely. Power. It had been a long time since the ex-demon had read that ancient language. Although he confessed himself no expert, he could still read the symbol. Legion patted at his mouth with the folded corner of a napkin, thoughts tumbling over themselves. A mark of such condemning power on one so young?

And then things got even more interesting. Legion saw that the younger boy had a similar mark, but on his other hand. The two of them must have been brothers, there was no other explanation. Brothers with some sort of marked destiny.

It was all the ex-demon could do to not stare.

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Daren still couldn't help scanning the area. Paranoia was not something you quelled easily. Especially when you had someone to take care of.

"Dare, they have a sausage, egg, AND bacon sandwich! On a croissant!"

"Order two then. One for me, one for you" he noted, looking around. He had this sense, like so done was following him. It could be a magical sense, but he still had worked up paranoia. The demon lord that was after them was dead. Of course, others could know about the prophecy too. But so far, nothing.

However, while looking around, he thought he spotted a man nearby who was watching them. He could sense something about him, Daren wanted to say demonic, but it wasn't really demonic like he had always sensed before. "Stay here. I will be right back".

He touched the symbol of power. He didn't have to, but it had become a habit of his. And then, he shifted time, in a sense. It's not like he froze time. More like that he had put himself and this man in an alternate pocket of condensed time, jamming minutes into the space of seconds. They couldn't affect anything outside the timeshift, and it gave them some privacy to speak.

His brother was simply watching. Right, same mark same powers. Keep forgetting that. "Alright, who are you and why are you watching us creepily?" The mark was humming with power now. Reacting to something. Symbols in the Ancient language were never without purpose. Seeing one meant that the object or person it marked was of great importance to someone powerful. The question though, is who?

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Daren was, more or less, scared. But he refused to let it show, or at least he attempted such. In truth, he was trying to make himself seem a lot more powerful then he actually was, though as a fact he was incredibly powerful. Bending, or really in this case condensing time, was a fairly...unorthadox magic, which only made it harder. "Well, Legion. Excuse me if the last person who took curiosity tried to kill me...and the one before that was a god who tried to use me to enter this realm..."

Daren honestly just wanted to put that all behind him. His little voice in his head (which was his conscious) was telling him to lighten up, but Daren took security and safety a lot more seriously then he should have to. He pulled his long sleeve over the symbol and part of his hand. He focused, and a hole into the void appeared before them that would drag Legion in if Daren kept it open. "Fine, we can talk, but you try anything and I will drop you into the void in a place you will never get out".

He closed the hole, and ended the time condensation. It was as if nothing had really changed. Daren looked over to his brother. "Yell if you need me, and sit still".

He then walked over to the man. "So, what did you want to talk about? Keep in mind, threats would not be ideal for you".

Daren was hoping at least acting tough would deter any unpleasantness during this encounter. He could drop Legion into the void, but he had no idea how powerful Legion was himself. He was very suspicious, cautious, and skeptical.

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When the pocket dimension faded, Legion cast a quick glance to the other patrons of the cafe. No one seemed to have realized what had transpired. What unorthodox magic! Legion gave a wry smile. This was something that Kastner would no doubt be able to tell him about later. The ex-demon made a mental note to mention it to his mage friend at their next meeting.

Legion listened gravely to Daren's words. "I swear it," he replied, and the youth walked over.

"I confess myself at a loss," the former Satanic General drawled his words, glancing over to where the younger boy sat, and then back to Daren. "I did not realize your precarious situation. I .. sympathize with it greatly, and it was not my intention to make you feel threatened. However, I acknowledge that in these times, there is often no way around that."

Legion stirred his soup with a spoon, his appetite dwindling.

"I saw you. That symbol you bear -- if I may dare mention it -- it is familiar to me, at least, its writing. And where I am at this time, things that are familiar are very few and far between, and often frighten me," the ex-demon gave a sigh. "In fact, the last few things, or individuals, that were familiar to me ended up trying to, quite bluntly, kill me. So I understand your worry, in some part."

There was a slight pause as Legion considered the youth in front of him. His height, stature, demeanor.

"My name is Legion," the gentleman said, extending a hand slowly in a gesture of friendship.

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Daren looked over his shoulder at his brother again, before sitting down. "Sounds like we have a lot in common. People trying to kill us". Daren wasn't being pessimistic now, he was trying to hold a conversation without threats. He kept pushing people away, so the only person he has had casual conversation with is his brother.

Daren tapped the symbol again. "If its familiar to you, maybe you can explain to me why its on me? Why not some other random person? So far, all iv discovered is that people with those symbols can be used to bring gods into the mortal plane, some mention of a Fountain of Youth spell, a few Power Amplifying rituals, some sacrificial thing to bring legions of Hellspawn out, one spell to make the world's largest cake, and a spell to make an immortal being mortal. And I only read Chapter one before the book...well, incinerated".

"The name is Daren (Dare-en) Graves, and that is my brother Tristen" he noted, still completely prepared to try and drop Legion into the void if he tried anything. He was trying not to stumble over every word, but it was fairly apparent he was more used to threatening people then holding a conversation.

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Legion shook his head slowly from the left, then to the right. "I wish I had answers for you, young man, but I have none. I recognize the symbol only as a mark of power. Its reason for choosing you as a bearer -- well, there must be something remarkable about you, that you were selected for this path."

The ex-demon smiled warmly at Daren's comment about the world's largest cake. "A confectionary masterpiece that would have been, for sure!"

As the young man introduced himself and his brother, Legion felt a peace wash over him. In his previous life, the smell of fear on humans would have excited him, made him passionate for his work, and inspired him to continue what he did best. But now, he felt only a sense of pity and a desire to protect them. Was that an odd feeling? For one as Legion, so used to the way of his former life, this was completely foreign.

"You are well met, Daren Graves," the gentleman rumbled in his powerful voice. He glanced across the room to where Tristen stood, and gave the younger brother a solemn nod. "And you as well, Tristen. I am glad to have met you, and I wish you the best of all worlds."

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"Selected or cursed. Some of my research, the parts I understood, indicated some marks were not blessings, but curses. That people marked by them were tools for evil, even if they themselves were good in nature. And while I don't know for certain, it's possible the only reason we have magic are because of these marks" Daren noted, not going into specifics. In truth, while he had powerful and archaic magic, he didn't really have any powerful direct magical attacks. Tossing him into the void was special manipulation, and not a guaranteed death, especially if he was strong enough to hold on. He was still very dangerous, but technically he had no powerful direct attacks. Direct attacks would be things like fireballs, which were harder for Daren and Tristen. No, their power more relied in animation, re animation, special and chrono manipulation, and various forms of summoning.

In a way, it was reversed for them. All of that would normally be harder of magic users, but for them it was easier.

"I'm not joking either. There is really a spell involving cake. Some Avatar of Humor and Jokes made it" he noted, and for a moment his face curved in a way it rarely did in public. A smile perhaps? It was quick, small, and barely formed, but it was possible.

"Hold on. Exactly how do you know this symbol? You talk as if you knew it not from tales or research but first hand experience. And last time I checked, first had experiences are far more accurate and useful. How do you know it, and where from? We could use all the help and answers we can get" Daren noted, honestly asking but also having his suspicions rise somewhat.

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Daren looked around again, then processed what the man said. Something still felt a tad off, but he ignored it for now. As he listened, he couldn't help but wonder some things. Like who created this language in the first place, or why him? "Where is he? Can you have him meet us?"

Daren wasn't about to walk into an unknown place that quickly. He might not be threatening him, but he wasn't that trusting yet. It's like being offered candy by a stranger in an unmarked van. Because he was still a stranger to him. He looked back towards his brother, eating happily. "What is his name?"

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"His name is Geddes Vogler. He is a remarkably well-known and recognized figure in the academic world of magic," Legion spoke a little regretfully. "He runs and owns a major University that teaches and trains youth. He .. is a particular sort of person. I do not want to promise his help without speaking to him first, of course, but if anyone could tell you more about that symbol you bear, it would be him."

Legion stroked his chin, listening to Daren's request. "I do not know if he would meet us here. Vogler prefers the safety of his school .. I would gladly speak to him, however, he may want to have you meet him in person .. in his office."

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Daren didn't like this situation, but he knew that any information he could give could be invaluable. He looked back towards Tristen again. This is risky, it could be a trap...but this might be a chance to give Tristen some normality...

"Alright, fine. Take us to him" he said. "But if this is all an elaborate trap, you should give up now" he noted, a slight bit of hostility returning. Daren obviously was skeptical about this, and to be fair, they had only just met. He had more then made it clear he is very cautious, or at least as cautious as he can. He knew now this was a risk, but in his mind, the potential reward was worth the risk.