Carmine Flauros
VTuber and Artist
Credits
Overlays, alerts and panels from SpookySony
Overlay music from Zephysona
Stinger transition from DexPixel
Backstory Editor Hella-Stocious
And PNG's made by me ^ - ^
About me
Greetings, kind soul~ Won't you come sit by my fire and let me tell you a story? A tale with no hero - only the bloodstained hands of one who lost everything because of the fear of others.Once, there was a lesser demon doing their part to dutifully serve the Underworld. Disposable. Trusting. Naïve. Just one small, solitary cog in Hell's grand machine. However, a greater power, a greater purpose erupted within them erupted. Upon discovering this, a target was unknowingly placed upon their back. They were hunted by Lucifer's Vanguard; condemned to be executed because they had something that the King of Hell himself feared.So they fled. Fled to the human realm, no more than a breath from ceasing.Wandering an expansive forest for weeks without so much as a petty soul to draw power from was agony. They were nothing but a withered, shambling husk teetering on the brink of collapse. Had they not received the help of another outcast - a being just like them - they surely would have perished.She took this battered and broken creature deep in the heart of the forest and peeled back the wool from their eyes. On that day, the demon gained forbidden knowledge about many things, but none of it could have been more harrowing than what they learned about themself.They were set up for failure from the very start.A “Burning Angel,” their true divinity. A shapeshifting creature made of molten rock that defies the fragile laws of demonic hierarchy. Existing as rare variants of regular demons, their unique bodily make-up allows them to ascend or descend up and down the scales of power with ease.Long ago, The King of Hell himself had labelled them as dangerous. Volatile. A threat to the so-called “natural order.”Why?They— I did everything right, did exactly what was expected of any denizen of Hell. I was the perfect citizen, and yet to them I am no more than an abhorrence. None of my actions meant anything, because of factors outside of my control. Because of the slight chance that I may desire to prove myself their betters.I was no usurper. Not then.The wound of betrayal ran deep. It was a cold and empty gash on my psyche that drove me to near madness, and yet from the embers of that loss burned hot a mighty rage. An undying flame of hatred and a lust for revenge. Fanning that flame kept me alive, drove me onwards to carve my own fate.If they wished for a villain, then I will play my part till the curtain call. And as the actors take their final bows, and the crowds give a standing ovation, I will reduce the theatre and everyone within it to ashes.Ah, but alas, but such ambition will remain as just that without help. I need the power of thousands of souls – far more than the meagre pickings this forest occasionally offers. And that’s where you come in, dear listener~The internet; a marvel of human ingenuity. Billions of minds interconnected through their computer screens. Surely some are willing to part with their souls to aid a righteous cause. What do you say, dear listener? Care to join my crusade and become a part of history? After all, everyone loves a revenge story. Just sign your name on the dotted line, and you’ll be all set.Don’t be shy, I promise it won’t hurt a bit~
The Portrait Room
Welcome to the Portrait Room! All the works you see here are from my very talented devotees - they did well at capturing my visage, no?
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