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Solus Kaelen, Sun God of Kaldoa. Deceased. Now the demon god and chieftain of the lowest hell realm, he's pretty much working his way up and out.
For more, see PROFILE:
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Need an apology? The mun apologises, profusely. This character is the worst kind of bastard. Very hard to play without godmodeing.  IC'ly he generally kills or maims anyone who gets on his nerves.

Obviously he won't be doing that to all and sundry, and as it's hard to convey all this info on sws, I'm hoping people take a look at this and think to give permissions on whether this character can harm theirs or not.  To get around that problem, I'll have it that he won't want to draw too much attention to himself. Not that he'd care, but there are other gods on Earth that might conceivably get slightly narked that there's an alien deity among them, pushing around their population. He's too busy to get involved with an offworld war...until he's in command of Kaldoa.

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This mun is still on hiatus, but look at THIS! It's a great piece of art by lostinthefog  mun, I'm both delighted and flattered.

Don't you ever worry about permission BB.

This pleases even the muse. ...Muchly.

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The first thing Solus Kaelen does on his return to the Homeworld, is to wipe the floor with Vahlmir Ravenhead for failing to warn him of this… protection that appears to be keeping him away from his grandson. The Kaldoan immortals have highly advanced healing mechanisms, however, anything inflicted by a more powerful god, is generally that tad bit more long-lasting. And painful.

Ravenhead is extremely fortunate that he isn't incarcerated, yet again, in some nightmarish hellhole in Guln. But Solus needs Vahlmir Ravenhead.

"His name is Troven." An hour or so later, Vahl sits opposite the demon god at the fireside. Still wiping blood from his face. Livid, pained, but what can he do? He needs Solus just as much. It's a mutually necessary evil. "Yes, he's warned me away from the angel once or twice…" Vahl omits the penguin episode, it's hardly necessary to go dragging all that up again. "I had no idea he was protecting the boy. There's nothing we can do against him, he's powerful beyond... beyond our abilities." 

"Will he interfere?" Solus asks grimly, nursing a glass of brandy. Silently cursing their luck. 

"I don't know. There have been times when he simply doesn't. Alec Troven appears to answer to Higher Powers. He's some kind of higher power himself, pure chaos, hardly the type that goes around interfering in planetary affairs." 

"Then we continue. I won't yield to 'what ifs'." Solus states blankly, staring into the fireplace. He's notorious for never having cared much for consequences, five centuries in Guln only makes a being less cautious, Vahl supposes. 

"Indeed." Vahl nurses the side of his jaw. There appear to be a couple of missing teeth. Danae's arse, Solus is such a tetchy bastard. Really. Still, the missing premolars will have re-formed by dawn. "I say we forget the boy. Concentrate on the ...task at hand, take each new child as it's birthsphere appears. We're assured of the Lady Versha's cooperation. Once Kaldoa falls, the rest will be ours as they're born." 

"Are the portals in place?"  Solus has never exactly been the chatty type, but his short, terse questions and orders are growing all the more tedious to Vahl. 

"All of them." He responds with equal brevity. "They open on your command." 

Solus barely seems to notice, or care. "And the machine?" 

"It'll be ready forty eight hours after that. The portals will provide us with the calibrations we need, to tap into the rifts." 

"Tomorrow. Mid-morning." Solus stands, with a short, curt nod of mock-respect. "They're hungry. Don't force me to feed you to them." 

As Solus strides out to ready their army of demons, shadow-wraiths, shapeshifters, hell-dragons, all Vahl manages is a sigh, as he turns to the task of setting his broken shoulder back into place. 

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The resulting scream actually produces a laugh from Solus, as he marches down the corridor toward the barracks. 

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By the time he's finished with the vampire Julian Steele, Solus is irritated and very sick of mortals and their… Gah. He curses softly under his breath at them. Useless, parasitical. Pointless.  It's late by the time he reaches his next destination. A woman he sensed on the ether, less connected with Julian, but very much connected with Phoenix, and with some luck, his cub. 

He waits outside, in shadow, until what seems like the  last dribble of  customers from another bar. Then, approaching the building, hisses again to find the door locked… yet there's life within. The Demon god manipulates the lock sub-atomically, it clicks from inside and is open. 

Yes. He could have burned through the door. But he'll be making use of those intact locks on every exit tonight. 

Solus opens the door and steps inside, to the bar area, looking around at the people remaining.

Solus Kaelen no longer possesses any significant psychic power. Not since his death and resurrection. Five centuries in the lowest realms of Hell, ruling it or not, will do that to you.  Lord Ravenhead, alas, has lost his own unique ability - the trade-off for two sets of memories it seems.

It's a trifle irritating for Solus, because now, neither of them can simply tear the knowledge they need from a subject's mind.  And. Somewhat enlightened for a demon perhaps, Solus understands loyalty. He knows the associates of his son, Phoenix, will stubbornly refuse to reveal the angel's.. and more importantly, his child's whereabouts, very likely even under torture.  Thus it all comes down to rather a lot of scraping and sniffing around. Detective work. And when it comes to persuading Phoenix to hand over the boy, well, brute force is always effective. Solus takes what he wants. He always has.

As for the people who are loyal to the angel, Solus will leave them alive. For a couple of reasons. Let them see Kaldoa fall, and realise that Earth is next, on  a pre-contact world where nobody will listen. Let them see the Angel brought to his knees, let them suffer for their friend. And let Phoenix know, that his father can kill any one of them, as and when he pleases - perhaps Phoenix will decide it's wiser not to have any.

That's always been Solus' personal creed.

Which is why none of the customers in the bar, known to the local populace as 'Glow',  aren't bothering him.  Nobody even appears to notice him at his solitary table in the corner. He's just a silent man, sitting, contemplating everyone... and keeping half an eye on the one thing under the stars that he cannot stand...the bartender who happens to be vampire.