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Hedron was not born, but forged. In the darkened furnaces of Avernus, the High Devil Zariel sought to test the boundaries of creation. She desired a weapon that was neither wholly demon nor wholly celestial, but an amalgam of contradiction—a being capable of wielding the savagery of the Abyss and the craft of the Outer Planes.
Thus, she bound the writhing essence of a demon to the fractured soul of a planar traveler, captured from beyond the stars. The fusion did not simply create a servant—it birthed an artificer of horrors. Hedron’s bones were laced with burning sigils, and his veins flowed not with blood but molten fire. Where others wielded sword or claw, Hedron learned to build. He twisted bone into machinery, flame into fuel, and suffering into invention.
Hedron established his workshop, the Boneforge, atop a mountain of charred corpses in Avernus. Here, he fashioned engines of torment, living weapons bound in sinew and steel, and infernal contraptions that pulsed with hellfire. Every creation whispered with the agony of the souls consumed to power them. His mastery of flame was not mere pyromancy—it was the alchemy of annihilation, shaping fire into precise instruments of war.
The devils feared his devices, and even Zariel’s lieutenants tread carefully when entering his lair. For Hedron was no loyal hound—his gaze burned with ambition, his claws itching to unmake and remake creation itself.
Among the scattered texts of the Outer Planes, Hedron uncovered whispers of a ritual: the Sacrifice of the Solar. By consuming the radiant essence of a celestial of the highest order, he could tear open the veil between the infernal layers and ascend beyond his current limits. The ritual promised not only unmatched power, but also a key—a means to unbind himself from Zariel’s control and claim dominion over the Boneforge’s creations.
His eyes fixed upon one target: the solar Zaldemia, guardian of the Celestial Gate, whose light had banished countless fiends. To extinguish such a radiance and twist it into fuel would be an act of cosmic blasphemy—and a perfect keystone for his ascension.
Hedron now weaves his plans in secret, crafting an infernal reliquary capable of binding a solar’s essence. He whispers to demon cults in the mortal realm, offering them bone charms and fire-blooded weapons in exchange for worship and service. His spies gather knowledge of Zaldemia’s movements, while his forges thunder with preparation.
But Hedron’s hunger is not merely for power—it is for freedom. For he knows that should he succeed, he will no longer be Zariel’s experiment. He will be something far greater: a sovereign of invention and destruction, a living god of bone and flame, a force that even the Lords of the Nine would fear to command.
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