Ashri Pyrrin

Ashri Pyrrin, the Laughing Ember

  Race: Ashborn (Imp-like Demonkin) Parentage: Daughter of Ashomiza, Queen of the Nine Hells Titles among her kind: The Ember-Jester, Daughter of the Velvet Noose, Trick of the Red Flame Alignment: Chaotic Evil (with a playful mask of charm)    

Birth in Flame and Jest

  Ashri Pyrrin was not born screaming like other Ashborn, but giggling. The hell-forges of Chernabos glowed brighter the night she came into being, sparks snapping like laughter. When she first crawled from the embers of her infernal cradle, she was already pulling pranks—biting the tail of a horned servant, whispering false commands in her mother’s voice, leading lesser devils into the maw of hungry fiends.   Her mother, Ashomiza, Queen of the Nine Hells, did not punish her for this. Instead, she smiled—a cold, satisfied smile. For Ashri’s cruelty was not born of rage, but of humor. Where other daughters sought conquest, Ashri sought laughter, and her laughter was often the last sound her victims heard.  

The Jester of Death

  Ashri delights in leading mortals into doom by dangling their pride before them. She convinces strong men they can leap canyons, whispers to starving soldiers that the poison in their bowl is wine, and dares holy women to walk into hellfire as “proof of their faith.” Every death is, to her, a punchline—one big cosmic joke that only she truly understands.   She does not fight with brute force. Instead, she uses her charm, her beauty, and her devil-born charisma to twist hearts and bend ears. Mortals follow her because she makes them believe the impossible is within reach, and when the lie collapses, she bursts into cruel, shrieking laughter that echoes across planes.  

The Command of Ashomiza

  One day, Ashri saw her mother in a private audience, her black-veined hands pressed against her own belly, a secret smile playing across her lips. Ashri, bold as ever, asked what amused her so.   Ashomiza did not answer directly. She simply said: “Find Reyn Thorne. He carries my mark—though he knows not yet what it means. There is a pact between us, daughter, and the threads of it grow within me.”   Ashri, confused but curious, understood enough. Her mother’s belly was swollen not with food nor sickness, but with consequence. Whether it was metaphorical or literal, Ashri did not know. Was Reyn bound to her womb? Had he promised her an heir? Or had he planted a seed of fate in the flesh of Hell itself?   Ashomiza told her no more. Only that Ashri must go and shadow Reyn Thorne, learn the truth of the pact, and ensure it ripens into what her mother desires.  

Ashri’s Amusement

  For Ashri, this was not a burden—it was entertainment. To toy with a mortal marked by her mother, to poke at his fears, to twist his allies into fools, to whisper challenges in his ear until he faltered… what greater jest could there be?   She now dances between the shadows of realms, a laughing ember at the edge of firelight. To Reyn, she may appear as a flirtatious stranger, a teasing trickster, or even an ally offering mischievous aid. But every jest hides a hook, every dare a snare, and every giggle the promise of doom.   She does not intend to kill him—not yet. For the joke, like all good performances, is sweetest when stretched to the breaking point.  

Personality & Traits

  Playful Sadism: She sees life and death as a stage for jokes only she understands.   Child of Hell: Ashri invokes her mother’s name to frighten lesser devils, though she often mocks Ashomiza in private.   Beautiful Deceiver: She uses her appearance to lure, confuse, and disarm mortals before her pranks turn deadly.   Mischief as Worship: Her laughter is her prayer. To trick and destroy is not rebellion—it is devotion.