Gazhdeng first draws breath 2845 years ago, borne from the very essence of damnation. Wings spread from a slender back, piercing eyes glow crimson like molten lava. He is young by demonic standards, born in the chaotic embers of the world. Gazhdeng is a knight of the underworld, his mantle steeped in bloodshed. His nature as a destroyer takes root early in his existence, shaping his story into one of conquest and fury.

Deeper into his lineage, a well-kept secret slithers. Gazhdeng belongs to the unseen royalty of the underworld. Born of a forbidden union between a fallen angel and a rogue demon, his existence is a stark contrast to the norm within the demonic realm.

As a small chap, Gazhdeng's anguished cries resound through the hollowed abyss. Lacking the warmth of a mother's assurance and the guiding hand of a father, he is left to find his path in the sea of malevolent beings. Relying on instinct, he claws his way through the hellish hierarchy, leaving a trail of chaos in his wake. The young demon grows stronger with every passing century, fueled by unquenchable anger and an inherent desire for power.

In his continued pursuit for supremacy, Gazhdeng adopts a unique occupation, full of imminent danger and dread – a Reaper of Souls. Employed by powers even greater than him, his task is to harvest the souls of those crossing the blurred line between life and death. His silent arrival often heralds the end, the flapping of his dark wings a death knell in the stilled air.

Among the backstabbing, self-serving demons, Gazhdeng finds an unlikely ally. Vhortan, a well-reputed mischief-maker, stands by his side against the numerous onslaughts. Their bond, woven from the threads of shared struggles, refuses to snap even against the fiercest of onslaughts. Ironically, it is this bonding that sows the seeds of an unforeseen betrayal. Gratitude is a fleeting sentiment in the underworld.

Gazhdeng has one fear overshadowing his fiery existence - the fear of the holy light. The radiant purity incites an irrational phobia within him. It threatens to unravel the darkness enveloping his being, to strip him of his identity as a demon. This intrinsic fear shapes the essence of his demonhood more than any measure of strength or bloodlust.

Destruction serves as his mantra, his life credo, a grim reminder of his purpose. "In chaos we are born, in chaos we die." he remarks when confronted about his ruthlessness. His famous quote reverberates in the demonic realm, a testament to his unyielding determination.