Kadien Grace (KAY-dee-en GRAYS)

In his human form he is lean and muscular, a physique carved from the trials of the infernal hierarchy and battles untold. Vertical lines of text etched down the right side of his back in the ancient script of Infernal, signifying contracts and oaths from eons past. Welt-like scars trace the path of his tattoos, as if each line of ancient text was crossed out by the sharp kiss of a whip or blade – marks of punishment and defiance, perhaps, or souvenirs from an eternity of servitude and rebellion. Kadien can also take the form of a large black dog, an ability retained from his life as a Grim. His coat is blacker than night, his eyes red like hellfire. In his true form, Kadien is large, standing over 7.5 feet tall. His head takes the shape of a canine skull, with red orbs in the eye sockets. He has large curled and twisting horns, his body broad and muscular. He his humaoid in shape from the neck to his waist, his skin dark, but from the waist down he is more canid, with a large flowing tail and black fur.

Kaidūl’garrön ( KAI-dool-GAR-rawn), known to mortals as Kadien Grace, is a being of ancient and shadowed origin whose existence spans millennia. His true form is an embodiment of fear—something glimpsed only in nightmares—yet his hunger is not for flesh, but for the unique agony of the soul in pain. Once a lesser entity in the infernal hierarchy, he rose to power through cunning, endurance, and an unyielding will.   In the mortal world, his presence is mostly rumor—whispers traded in the dark, or the rare tale from those unlucky enough to survive an encounter. It was here, on the mortal plane, that his path took an unexpected turn. Summoned by a mage of unusual insight and strength, he entered a pact unlike any he had known: protection, in exchange for sustenance drawn from the suffering of her enemies.   This mage treated him not as a weapon or servant, but as something more—a being with thoughts, feelings, and worth. It was a recognition Kadien had never experienced, and it left him unsettled. Over the years, camaraderie replaced mere obligation. In moments of weakness, the mage would even offer her own pain to strengthen him, never asking for more than the protection they had agreed upon.   When the time came to end their contract, she sought to free him from the infernal chains binding him. But the spell, meant to grant liberation, instead drew the attention of his celestial jailers. The confrontation that followed shook the mortal realm. Kadien fought with every ounce of his power—not for his own freedom, but for the life of the one who had shown him respect and compassion.   The spell collapsed under the weight of its own power, shattering his bonds but claiming the mage’s life in the process. Kadien emerged unbound, but the cost of that freedom was a price he had never wished to pay: the death of the only person who had ever seen the being behind the devil.

His voice is a tenor, carrying a gentle strength that contrasts with his formidable presence.