holy balls in lazy and slow when it comes to anything.

anyways, this is Saverafim, the great demon naga.
my mate  DarSaberclaw drew him and helped with some design ideas and brainstorming towards him, i colored him.

info about him (prepare for a text wall):
Name: Saverafim Khiroth

Height: any he chooses

Weight: goes alongside height, depending also on his choice of tail length and shape

Species: demon naga

Gender: male

Age: his body is in a way 1610 years old, his evil soul is 2463 while his good soul is 2533 years old (born the 5th june 450BC)

Personality: his good and most powerful soul is calm, usually submissive, yet sometimes with a small dominative outburst. Very sadistic towards evil beings. His evil soul, however is dominant, wanting to rule and oppress. Sadistic and lusty.

Special traits and powers: infinite size change. Self-regeneration. Powerfull magic relating to all realms and schools. Has 3 shapes; his main which is his naga shape, an anthro snake shape and a feral snake shape. Can alter the length of the snakey parts of his naga body at will, as well as the length of his anthro snake shape, all from shorter bodies (as shown in the picture) to full length bodies and tails. Extremely strong physically. Very good senses. His front can open up all the way from his neck to right above the crotch; upon opening, his inner organs and flesh will disappear, entering the same endless void where his demonic core exists; they will say there until the front closes; in their place there will be a big, red soul void. Can retract and push out all the spikes lining the edges of his chest (not the ones in the middle), as well as the spikes along his tail and snakey body parts, while he can also summon and unsummon his second pair of skeletal arms. Can, by reducing his power temporarily, hide most of the gloving cracks and veins on his body and on his flesh. Produces deadly toxins, venoms and poisons which he can inflict via bites or claw slashes/stabs. Cannot be killed unless one destroys his demonic core which only appears if his body is completely destroyed down to the bone. (mostly) unbreakable bone.

Backstory: Saverafim was born in ancient Greece in the year 450BC. He was born into the Khiroth clan of nagas, a clan mostly keeping by themselves inside a large cave complex to hide from hunters. Saverafim’s life was more or less normal in its start; he lived peacefully with his clan and parents as they started to raise him. However, at the age of 6, Saverafim’s body started growing feathers. Beautiful, soft, colorfull feathers coating his young body. This, however posed a large problem; Nagas viewed feathers as a bad omen as the most deadly warriors of that time’s Greece were feathered beings, usually birds. Nagas were not commonly feathered, and as such, Saverafim, as beautiful as his new feathery coat was, and as big and powerful he was compared to others, he was seen upon as an outcast, a freak and a bad omen.
At first he was just locked away, kept in a form of prison while the rest of the clan decided what to do. They tried to rip out the coat, much to Saverafim’s agony, yet the feathers always grew back. As two members of the clan were killed by naga hunters close to the clan caverns one day, the clan ultimately decided it was the young, feathered Saverafim’s fault and cast him out from the clan after “punishing” him for his existence as a bad omen.
Saverafim wandered around, too scared to attempt to return, and he cursed his feathers bitterly. He did, however, still have his inborn desire for peace, and as such wished to attempt to contact other people, the anthros of ancient Greece, in an attempt to at least find a new home, and maybe even friends, but without luck. Everywhere he went, Saverafim was either attacked or feared, nagas being viewed as abominations, monsters fit to hunt. Especially Saverafim’s feathery coat attracted many hunters, many of whom believed the feathers to grant them powers. Using his speed, Saverafim fled from attackers, not wanting to fight. He didn’t wish to be hunted, he wanted to be accepted, yet he never was. In the end, when he was 10 years old, 3 years after his expulsion, his mind gave up.
“if they view me as such a monster, then I will be the monster they believe me to be” was his new thought. Ignoring his old deepest wish of peace and happiness, Saverafim became a merciless hunter; hunting any being he could find simply for the fun of it, to torture them, to kill them or to eat them. Even at 10 years of age, the young naga was taller than a common person and very able to slaughter whoever unlucky enough to cross paths with him.
By age he grew bigger and even more bloodthirsty; legends started emerging, legends about a giant naga with a soft feathered coat drenched in dried blood that would effortlessly rip armored soldiers to shreds. Saverafim enjoyed the slaughter of his victims, by age doing it slower, torturing his prey, letting some live to tell the tales of horror, some returning with horrible wounds and defections from both Saverafim’s venom, poison, stomach acid, his claws or his brute force. By time, Saverafim’s coat became bleaker, feathers falling off; he did not attend to them, neither did he care. His feathers were what caused this to begin with, he was happy to let them fall off.
His murderous rampage was eventually stopped when he was at the age of 16 as a huge war party had been gathered by a local ruler to hunt him down. It took over 30 men to finally defeat the mighty naga, yet his life was spared. The ruler wanted a pet, a live trophy, a proof that he defeated the mighty beast. Saverafim was locked up withind a maze-like dungeon; before him, the 14 soldiers he fought that survived the grand battle. The ruler had expulsed them, branding them traitors in order to have the glory for himself, and now they were standing before the very naga they had fought just weeks before. Enraged and bloodthirsty, Saverafim approached the band who were outfitted with nothing more than rags and stones. Saverafim got his revenge on them all, hunting them down one by one, their blood further drenching his coat; but there were more to come. Warriors and would-be heroes from all the lands came to the dungeon, all seeking a promise of treasure hidden behind Saverafim. One after another they came, and one after another they fell to his might, their cries of agony echoing throughout the dungeon, frightening those not who had not yet reached his den.
But Saverafim was not one to be held captive; angry, he searched for a place he could escape, bashing walls and roofs in an effort to escape his prison. Lucky for him, at the 2nd of may, 431 BC, he found just such a way, breaking away enough of the walls to dig out; and by that, he was once again free. Screams of agony was heard the following night as the revenge filled naga took out his revenge and rage at the ruler who imprisoned him, and the town erected around his palace. No one was spared as Saverafim made sure that every being in the ruler’s home were slaughtered.
Saverafim promptly returned to his old rampaging ways; however, over one year later, at the 6th of august, 430BC, he was challenged by a grand warrior, a honed eagle warrior, the slaughterer of many from Saverafim’s clan now sought to kill Saverafim, the beast who had slaughtered thousands before. The fight lasted for 10 minutes, the two fighters fighting mercilessly at each-other. At last, Saverafim was slain as the eagle warrior used his sharp blade to gut the naga alive from throat to belly like a fish. The last thing Saverafim saw was his own insides falling out, frozen in shock by both the sight and pain, he watched as the eagle reached for his now exposed heart and slowly carved his own name into it before leaving the giant naga to die.
This, however, would not be the end of Saverafim as his soul lived on. Not long after his death he woke up again, yet something was different. The air was hot, very hot; it burnt his throat, his gullet, his lungs and his skin. It smelled of fire, of burning tissue, even of various scents he did not know, yet which felt…evil…and cruel; the scents burnt his nose.
Out of shock he opened his eyes and looked around; was he in a cave? It seemed like it, very much so; the ground was rocky and uneven, strange, red rock which seemed both brittle and hard. Dust was blowing through this strange hot place and it filled his lungs the more he breathed in. that mentioned, he did not feel alive; he felt empty, dead. A bit alive yet still…dead to him this was strange. He had no idea where he was, what happened to him, his mind unable to comprehend its own memories of his death coupled with the fact that he was alive at this very moment…as far as he could tell, at least, but then he noticed his body.
His body was different; this wasn’t him, it couldn’t be. It felt like him but…it couldn’t be him; he had no feathers, his scales were various shades of grey rather than green, yellow and blue. His chest felt numb, and when he looked at it, to his horror, he saw what looked nothing like a chest; his entire front, from the start of his throat, to just above his groin was dark charcoal in color, just as his flesh. It was hard, yet as well soft to the touch, and Saverafim could also move it as for some reason it was split in half by the middle…just where he had been gutted in his death. As he opened his front, he both could see and feel his insides disappearing; he had no idea where, neither did the thought cross his mind as what replaced the empty space left behind by his guts was a huge, red field of energy.
Both freaked out and intrigued, Saverafim looked at this field for a bit before he closed his front, instantly feeling his insides back in place as if they had always been there. He as well had gained a second pair of arms, albeit this one seemingly to be only bone as odd as that was. Saverafim started exploring this strange land; he saw other beings, some smaller than him, yet some were bigger. They all resembled beings from his life: wolves, foxes, dragons, salamanders, eagles etc, but they all seemed different…something was wrong with them…the way they looked, how he felt by them nearby, and the way they walked and moved. Saverafim watched them from a distance; they didn’t seem to go near each other often, but those that did, clashed together in a fight, the victor of whom seemed to suck something out of the looser, leaving the body seeming empty and in some way hollow. Saverafim did not know what this strange thing was, but he felt that he needed it, longed for it.
During the coming years, Saverafim would traverse this new strange world; his still boiling anger soon awakening after the original surprise and confusion, and now he had a brand new area to feast and slaughter others, and so he did. For yet more years he killed all beings he could, sucking out this strange essence from them, the one that his body longed, becoming mightier and bigger with each consumed one. He had already been a giant among his kin as a mortal, and now he was even larger. But not only power came with this strange essence: knowledge came too.
Saverafim learnt from these twisted beings, these…demons; what he consumed, souls, filling him with knowledge. They were demons just as he was now, cursed into this state of life due to sins in their past lives, they lived in a merciless land where beings were slaughtered just for the fun of it. However, the more Saverafim learnt and saw, the more he liked this place. He was free to slaughter, and he would become stronger by doing so; for him it was a pure dream like paradise it-self, pure bliss; bliss he was sure to enjoy.
During the few years after he became more used to his new life, quickly feeling a growing annoyance; his throat and gullet were soft and smooth, his body more or less made for being gentle and caring, but he did not wish to have none of that. He started being less…slaughtering of prey, forcefully making them give him information, trying to find something that could make even his throat more gruesome for prey. The ones on the other side of their bargain would gladly part with information in order to save their soul from being consumed, yet they would all be consumed as Saverafim cared little for deals and promises.
Then at last, Saverafim found the thing he had been seeking; a demon whom had been teaching others a specific spell, one that would give their throats properties similar to rough sandpaper. Of course the sight of a towering demonic naga was a frightful one for said demon as said naga easily encircled the entire area he was in. a bargaining was opened up, for the demon’s soul to be spared would be teach Saverafim how to get such a gullet and throat. It was rather simple to haggle the…price, as the demon more than anything wanted his soul to be intact and not consumed. After the deal had been struck and Saverafim’s throat was in place, to the surprise of nobody but the demon, Saverafim decided that the demon would be a fitting first candidate for the new gullet. Time and time again, Saverafim used him, swallowed and gulped him up repeatedly, grinding his body to a mess, pleasing Saverafim greatly. The last words the demon would hear from a snickering Saverafim was “you did your job after all, I ssssssssuppose sparing you is what is deserving” before the naga left the mangled demon alone, to be found by maybe another hungry or lusty demon who would enjoy an easy meal.
This style of life continued on; Saverafim continued his slaughterous path for years upon years, growing bigger, stronger and more feared as he did so; he had no intention of anything else than this, nothing else than this slaughter. However, as time had gone by, he had become more aware of this demonic realm’s “rulers”: giant demons in possession of powerful artifacts which made them like gods inside this realm, watching, and eliminating those that opposed a challenge to their rule. Saverafim, as uninterested he was in such a rule, changed up his tactics rather a bit to avoid attracting their attention, killing and fighting much less, albeit his enormous urge too.
The only time this stage was ignored, was when one day, Saverafim noticed a familiar sight; another demon, big and powerful, an eagle, and more so, a familiar eagle. It was the same eagle that had cursed him into this life, the same eagle that had slaughtered him. for some reason he was here, in the land of the sinful, existing as just another demon, another target for Saverafim, who felt a desire for revenge, so big that it could not be held back. The eagle too noticed Saverafim and the two clashed together in battle, both blaming the other for their fate here; especially the eagle, whom, due to his victory against Saverafim before, had become a cruel tyrant, blinded by the victory. Eventually, the clash ended in Saverafim’s victory and he consumed the eagle’s soul, making sure it suffered until it was nothing more than energy to fuel his body, the body which now felt just a tiny bit more sated as it had undergone a direct revenge.
As time had gone by, over a thousand years, Saverafim was rather bored in the demon realm; few things were much of a challenge anymore and he was more feared than anything. He even missed the mortal realm, missed earth, missed torturing mortals rather than demons. As funny as it was, he had a good grip of the year; at this point it would be the year 1100, and Saverafim was then 1550 years old, already an ancient demon.
However, suddenly he sensed it, a summoning, or more so, an invitation; a cult was summoning a powerful demon to assist them in the mortal realm, a powerful sacrificial ritual which would break even the rules for demons and allow him to return, it was an offer Saverafim could not possibly resist even though he was more wanting to consume the summoners as well. But if he could stay again in earth, so be it at any cost, his desire was extreme.
Powers grasped onto his body, pulling him through dimensions, his eyes closed and his body filled with glee at the thought of once more having the chance to terrorize earth. However, things would not go as planned for the giant naga as the instant he was through to the mortal realm, he felt powerful magic constrict him. Tied to the summoning ritual, the magic was mighty enough to keep him in place as another spell was cast upon him; his body started turning into stone, or more so, it started getting covered in it, freezing his body slowly in time; the last sound that came out of the naga’s body that day was a loud, enraged roar before his body was completely covered, frozen in that pose.
Even though his body was frozen, Saverafim’s mind and soul was not; he was fully aware of what was going on around him, more so, as it seemed that he could take a form of…magical vision of the area around him, as if he was floating around. He listened to the cult as they were near his statuefied body, his mind knowing their language as he had learnt their language from demons he had consumed. He learnt of their plan, that for them he was nothing more than a tool, a tool for their cult, the cult named Verus Ordinatio’s ultimate goal, a goal to destroy the world enough for a demonic invasion to take place. Saverafim was their tool, but for them he was still too weak, which was why he had been sealed within this rocky prison.
As years went by, this seal strengthened Saverafim, every minute making him stronger, the cult also feeding him souls. The stronger Saverafim became, the bigger his area of vision became; he watched nearby cities and towns, learning languages just by watching, invading dreams to those around, extracting information and knowledge. The entire area was soon to be called “nightmare valley” by the local, oblivious population, a name that would sit for nearly a millennia.
Saverafim watched civilization change; watching it industrialize, watching it spread and advance in the distance. Scientists and members of the Verus Ordinatio cult continuing using him as their little experiment, their little toy to rule the world, oblivious to the rage he held inside, oblivious to the fact that all that rage was slowly drifting towards them. After the grand war of 2004-2007, as the cult was diminished and weak, forgetting Saverafim as they tried to find whoever of their order was left after this world’s second world war. When they finally got their thoughts onto him, however, they had decided to free him, to let him loose upon the world, to fulfill their false prophecy.
After 913 years of imprisonment, Saverafim watched the cult’s members approach the seal, his body filled with hate towards both the world and them, hate he in a moment would be able to release. As the seal was broken, not a second was wasted; with a deafening roar of rage, Saverafim sent out a massive shockwave from his body, annihilating not only the cultists in the cave, but their facility and most of the mountain’s insides completely. The mountain collapsed upon itself, sending loud sounds of destruction throughout the land. Saverafim was free, and his body was filled with desire to act his vengeance upon the very world he still felt had wronged him 2453 years ago. Nothing was to stop him now.
However, instead of what one might have expected from Saverafim, his desire was to rule. He had listened for hundreds of years to cultists talking to each other about them ruling the world, and what other way to make many suffer, than to be a cruel ruler they could do nothing about? And as such, his conquest started; expanding from the location he had been imprisoned in, Saverafim expanded his rule as he as well grew bigger. Country after country fell to his claim as no military on earth could stand against a naga so mighty, he could be any size he wished. After not even a week, the entire planet was his.
Saverafim started a gruesome rule; forcing the beings of the planet into congested areas, building himself a grand palace and ruling over them mercilessly. Some days, he would venture the world, his body so big it left a many kilometer wide and deep canyon, other days he would receive worship and pleasure from his subjects, or he would have more sadistic fun with some, sometimes millions at once. By time, he was seen as a god by the world; a cruel, punishing god who showed no mercy, sending their once beautiful planet into a vain, bleak, destroyed existence barely able to sustain life or even barely able to hold itself together. All thanks to Saverafim who both had destroyed it this far, but who had also kept it in this constant state of destruction, just above the point where beings could live.
His cruel rule lasted for 50 long years filled with oppression; however, in the last 10 years, many things happened within Saverafim’s brain. He felt less pleasure from his torture and rule; the pain of others filling him with less glee, less pleasure, less desire to continue. For some reason it just wasn’t the same anymore, all the macros and micros he took, no matter how he tortured them or forced them to please him, day by day it just…didn’t feel the same, each day giving less pleasure. He became confused, disinterested; many times, the micros he took for torture or worship, or the ones he took in to punish were simply…let free; for them it seemed like acts of mercy, yet the truth was that Saverafim was just…disinterested in continuing something that didn’t sate him.
However, to Saverafim’s surprise, “freeing” his captives and prisoners had another effect; instead of leaving or fleeing his lair, the micros started praising him for his mercy. To Saverafim, this was the first time he had received true praise, the micros bowing to him, rubbing him, praising him and thanking him for his mercy. This felt different, much different; again, Saverafim started feeling accomplishment, a feeling that only rose stronger with each time he was praised. He didn’t understand why, why did the praise of such tiny beings make him feel like this?
The desire he felt quenched by the praise was not a new one; more so, he had felt this desire for long, the desire that was now being pleased. Saverafim started taking micros, on purpose scaring them, frightening them, for so to stop, as to make them praise him again, but it wasn’t the same, he didn’t get as much pleasure and content by doing that, as if it wasn’t right. Then he started taking micros, specific micros that had charmed him before, or that had been specifically good at their worship; in contrast to what said micros thought was happening, that their fates were sealed, in contrary, Saverafim’s plan was much different. Instead of punishment or fright, there micros received true mercy, true freedom from both Saverafim’s rule, and the harsh life of the planet. They were allowed to live in Saverafim’s chamber, a secluded portion of it, of course, but still a portion.
This as well resulted in praise, and this praise surely felt right; this praise awakened happiness within the huge demon naga, happiness he had not felt in over a thousand years. As this accomplishment filled his body as the happiness and gratification flowed through him, Saverafim started understanding, started realizing; the desire to torture, slaughter and harm had not been what he had ever truly wanted, instead, his desire, all these millennia, had been to be…accepted, to be friendly, to not be seen as a monster. By how he had been treated in his childhood, his body had created such a huge want to be accepted, to change, to live a nice life…it was a desire he had ignored, a desire he had destroyed, a desire he firstly now, after having ruined the lives of every mortal being, truly remembered.
Saverafim was devastated, the realization hitting him like a nuclear blast; in such a quick turn of events, all his hate was now directed towards himself. How could he have let this happen? How could he be so blind? How could he do this to his own body? He had been too blind, too driven by hate to care or notice, but it wasn’t too late, not yet. By living the life he had lived, gaining so much power as he had, Saverafim was certain that he could, if anything, save this planet and its people; so it was there, at that moment as he was looking out of a window, at the ruined landscape and makeshift city before his lair, that he decided that he was going to save this civilization and return this planet to its former glory.
By now, after just a few acts of “mercy”, Saverafim had become truly praised among many micros; to them he was still seen on as a god, yet now, he was seen on as an evil but merciful one, a good start in changing fear into respect. Saverafim felt that he needed to collect missionaries, followers that would serve him directly; most of the micros he had let free of his reign became part of that group, and their first order was quite simple. Saverafim had quite a few torture prisoners held captive, however, the first order set forth to his missionaries was simply to free them and return them home. To the micros, this was seen as a huge act of mercy, giving them hopes of better times ahead.
By time, his image was rather changed, micros viewing him less as an evil monster overlord, but more as a rough ruler. By time, Saverafim would gather micros in huge crowds and before them do “micracles” upon the land; restoring it, making water drinkable and restoring forests to their former lush glory, upon which he ordered the micros to care for the growths. He kept a grip on the micros, yet he still rewarded them for good work; and as such, as they cared for the trees and the new nature, they could easily feed and live from it via fresh fruits, berries and crops. In the meantime, the missionaries would search for those micros with knowledge on harnessing the land, so that others could be taught those old arts.
At the time, everyone did so both out of respect and fear. No one dared fail a god, and even more so, one that had such a physical presence, but a state which worked, as this constant presence helped teach them discipline. Saverafim also ordered his missionaries to found recovery groups to gather technology and remnants of the destroyed civilization, as well as doctors, teaches, scientists and the like, as they were all dearly needed for this new world to function. Surprising for saverafim, even with these harsh, cruel times, micros held together; they had kept close contacts with what founded their old civilization, creating clinics and hospitals and schools out of whatever they could find. To Saverafim, this was quite the impressive task considering their situation; in fact, he felt mighty proud of the micros.
As micros were getting re-educated, Saverafim started organizing other projects; re-establishing institutions, improving housing, moving micros to where they were from, re-establishing cities and travel, all with the goal of creating a self-sufficient society that would not rely on him. Finally, he felt like he was starting to repay slightly for how he had acted; the planet was once more healthy and thriving, its nature restored to its pristine past; even further, in fact, as Saverafim in secret made sure that the planet was even more fruitful and lush than it should be, just as another secret gift for this new civilization.
However, Saverafim had no intentions of staying; he often felt depressed and sad, while he was filled with regret. He felt that this world would be better without him. For 20 years he had worked to restore the world, and both the civilization and the planet were thriving greatly. For them, he was a strict, but fair ruler who had guided them back form despair. Saverafim felt rather proud of that fact, that the micros, unknowing to them, had done so much with just basic guideline, enough so that they were now completely self-sufficient, they didn’t need him anymore.
Saverafim’s plan was simple; it was time to organize yet another group, this one in for a completely different search. This group was specialized in the occult, and their goal was to seek out whatever information was left of the now dead Verus Ordinatio cult and the ritual they used to get him to this world. This group was a collective of the very micros he had chosen as his missionaries 20 years ago, micros that had gotten to know him so deeply that they knew he was more than just a rough but fair ruler, because they knew him from this hidden side.
This side they had seen, at first had frightened them; their leader, the once gruesome being was falling mentally apart. He damned himself for his old foolishness, every day being a fight against his guilt so that he would not fall apart. This was also a kinder side, a side no one outside of this group knew of. These were micros Saverafim respected greatly, yet it was one of them he respected more than any other.
This one micro was, as all members of this group, leading a specific outside group who helped in restoring society. This specific micro was the leader of the group set to restore hospitals, to find doctors and to help health. One day he had wanted to know why their lord did so little when people were still suffering; raising his voice as he stood up to the lord, not even realizing what he did. This was the moment when Saverafim’s mentality snapped; he shouted in hatred towards what he had gone through, what horrors he inflicted upon himself, and what had caused him to become this. For the first time, he would visibly be seen crying, broken by guilt. In his breakdown moment, covered in tears, Saverafim would answer the micro’s question: he didn’t want to help more, because if he would, then the new society would never learn how to help those people, and they would never learn how to stop relying on him.
To his surprise, the group only got closer to Saverafim after that; they actually felt sadness for him, understanding his anger. As the occult group had finished their gathering of the ritual documents, Saverafim was getting ready for the ritual. He knew that most would not wish him to leave, especially the occult group where his closest missionaries were, but he felt it was best. He hoped they would forgive him, but he knew that the only way was to do the ritual under a lie. The groups overall were given the information that Saverafim intended to use such a ritual to keep demons like him from ever being summoned to the mortal realm again.
However, Saverafim knew nothing about these rituals; and as such, he wanted specialists to study the scriptures and explain to him how the rituals worked, but also everything else related to them, even how to “just in case” banish a summoned demon. As that was done, Saverafim asked the specialists to take a small break and leave the documents where he was in order for him to keep them safe; however, when they had left, he started the banishing ritual with the intent of banishing not only himself, but all demons from ever entering this world again.
Right as the preparations were completed, saverafim burnt all the documents and information in the room, erasing the cult and their knowledge from existence, leaving only one note after he was gone, saying “this world does not need a god anymore”, and then he was gone.
Once again he was in the demon realm, wandering its remote planes, accepting his fate to forever be banished to this world. But then, out of a sudden, he saw similar distortions around his body; he was being summoned again. He tried to fight it, but he was unable to resist, not even understanding how he could be summoned again after all demons should be banished. He recognized this summoning, it was so similar. It was the Verus Ordinatio cult once again, yet how could it be? He had killed them all, no one was left to summon him; and more so, as he was summoned, he was already in the stone statue, technology around him was already improved, the cult gathered around the now cracking, growing statue, just like they had done 70 years ago, yet this time, they seemed both worried and scared.
Saverafim could not understand why this was happening, or more so, how; these were the same members as had broken the seal 70 years ago, the same members that he had slaughtered, the same cave he had been trapped in, it was like a nightmare. He saw it himself too, as he had entered the stone seal; it had grown exponentially, cracking, unable to handle it. As the seal was broken, Saverafim did something different similar than what he remembered doing; he slaughtered the cultists, one by one, yet he did not destroy the lab. It was just like history had started over, had he received a new chance?
Then it happened, memories started colliding, scenes he remembered clearly, yet changed, collided with what he had perceived. He didn’t even know what was real anymore, receiving painful flashbacks of places he had been, things he had done, his head throbbing in pain. In rage, Saverafim smashed the altar that was once used to summon him; smashing it until it was nothing but dust, he roared in rage, and then he left the murder area, quickly moving out of the cave.
He ventured the world; it was the same world he had ventured and destroyed so many years ago, yet it was also different; it was recognizable, but at the same time not. He had hallucinations, seeing places he remembered as destroyed, yet still pure and untouched; they made him terrified, casting him into a strong sense of fear before letting him slip back into reality.
Saverafim’s mind was on the verge of complete collapse; everything he thought he knew was suddenly wrong, his mind spinning constantly, conflicting memories aching his head, making him throw up regularly as he traveled the world trying to make sense of everything; why he was there, and what had happened. Finally, his mind gave in and the grand naga fainted in the middle of the woods.
Days later as he woke up, Saverafim managed to just barely crawl into a nearby cave before the memories once again started colliding; however, this time it felt different, the memories separating, both conflicting with each other, yet at the same time not fighting, but then he heard a voice. This voice, it was his, yet also, it was not; it was angry and confused, sounding just like Saverafim did, yet younger, much younger. As the voice became clearer, the memories did as well, separating, allowing for Saverafim to see them clearly and not blurred. The voice yelled at Saverafim, it too being angry and frustrated, yet also for not having control.
After some time and after much yelling from Saverafim trying to make the voice stop, he started realizing and understanding. The voice, it was him, but it was him form another world, from this world, the new memories belonging to him, a younger, weaker version of himself in a universe set 70 years behind his own. However, the more he understood, the more he got confused; somehow, by the second ritual, he had been transported through universes and his body had replaced this world’s saverafim’s body with his own, older one, yet both souls remained within like two conflicting parts, the stronger, older soul being the one in full control while the other could do nothing but watch, suppressed by the power of the other.
He learnt to ignore the evil soul’s voice as best he could, being able to ignore it all times but those where said soul was especially angry. He also wanted to spend time within this cave in order to think and to gather his thoughts and fix his memories so he would know which were his, and which were the evil soul’s. After he had taken a few trips outside, micros from a nearby town had taken notice to the strange, sad-looking naga in the nearby cave. they were caring micros and decided to visit him, not wanting the giant being to be sad.
However, upon seeing them the first times, Saverafim covered in a corner, yelling for them to leave, his voice full of fear. For the villagers, they had no clue why they were feared by him, why with fear filled, wide eyes he nearly screamed for them to leave. Unknown for them, the very sight of other beings caused heavy, guilt fueled hallucinations for Saverafim, perceiving them as dead, zombified, staring at him with empty, heavily bleeding eyes, the cave distorting around them. he was terrified of them, yet they tried to come again, and again, with gifts and food, trying to stop the naga’s fear. After a week, the hallucinations died down slowly, Saverafim becoming calmer, less scared, yet he still hid when the townspeople came.
The food Saverafim received was tasty, very much so, and he did appreciate it; but he didn’t wish them to use so much of their own property on him. Early dawn one day, Saverafim left his cave, leaving a note for the townspeople, reading “thank you”; Saverafim wanted to one day return to properly thank them, but he wanted his mind to be ready first, less broken, if it ever would be. He continued traveling the world, trying to pull himself together as he watched the world how his old world must have been before his reign, yet also noticing things that felt different, constantly fighting his sanity.
He eventually found his way to the western coast of the US, at a time when his sanity again was becoming dangerously low. He saw a little city near the coast, a cute little city, one that he felt a friendly presence from, a presence he enjoyed; however, he felt no desire to near it, not with how he felt or how he looked. He, however, found an old, long time abandoned military base in a coastal mountain north of the city, this could be a nice temporary home, he thought.
However, the presence of this nearby city charmed the big naga, he did not want to leave it, he wanted to stay forever, even taking small trips near it just to watch it, soon learning of its name, Raver City. Over time, the local macros of the city would become curious about the giant naga who seemed to reside within the abandoned military outpost. A few would every now and then try to visit him, and for them, he seemed friendly, yet shy, often avoiding long talks, but being appreciative of company. However, one day, a few of them decided to say hi to him together as they had all had a similar impression of him: kind, but lonely and shy.
However, as the 5 macros entered and stood before the naga, the giant body instantly threw him-self towards the furthest wall, pressing himself up towards it, both souls screaming as the giant naga covered his head with all 4 arms in terror, screaming for god, and anything he could for help. He was hallucinating heavily; his low sanity producing horrifying images before him, envisioning all 5 macros as dead monsters, staring at him as if they wanted to take his very souls. Only then, as they realized what happened, the 5 macros truly started understanding how mentally broken the naga was, all of them leaving immediately to not cause him more pain.
This was the first time Saverafim’s evil soul had witnessed the hallucinations of his good soul, and for once he kept silent, having for the first time in his life been scared. This gave Saverafim valuable time to recover after the event, and it helped him understand himself just how much he would need to repair his mind. Weeks passed and Saverafim was visited more times; some visits resulted in hallucinations, while others did not. Over time, Saverafim learned to fight against the horrible hallucinations, trying to fight and repair his broken mind, causing them to appear rarer, his evil soul also slowly getting a different view of his plans, realizing just how destroyed the plans would eventually leave him.

Notes: saverafim, albeit his gruesome past, is a demon who at the current time rather wishes to live calmly and assist any mortal he can. He most likely is the most powerful demon to exist, yet he will be humble and never admit such a thing. His split personality, however, often troubles him as his secondary soul often harasses him by thoughts, sometimes causing him to go mad for a few hours.