The shaping of a Sorcerer of Chaos, as told by Djiin...

I have very few memories from my youth, mostly merely pictures of places and people. But there is one thing I do remember, which is the day I left my village...

The place I spent most of my hours in was a huge old beech which grew not far from our house. I could rest for days up in that tree, just waiting for the birds and squirrels to make a mistake and come close to me so I could catch them and kill them. My father hated me more and more for each hour I spent in that tree. He was of the belief that you can not become anything if you do not work very hard. Strangely enough, however, is that I remember him as someone who always hung in a bar, drinking ale, gambling, taking almost any bet no matter how bad the odds were, and flirting with the women there.
Then, one night he stopped going to the bar and began acting most strangely. Every eve he went out to a nearby forest muttering curses over a name, so quiet that I could not hear it, but still it sent a shiver down my spine each time he said it.

One day my curiosity took overhand and I decided to follow him. If I had known then that this would be my last day in that land, my last day in that life and last day as human, mayhaps I would have chosen to do otherwise. I did not, though...
I followed him deep into the forest, much deeper into it than I had ever dared to go earlier. I was close to changing my mind and returning to my tree when we arrived to a small clearing among the trees. In that clearing my father gathered up with some other people from the village whom I did not recognise. They sat down in a circle with a large pentagram in the middle and chant in some arcane language, soundind as if you would talk with your mouth filled with porridge. After a while a terrifying demon appeared in the pentagram. A pair of slimy black wings protruded from its back and crimson red eyes radiated death from a body which looked as if belonging to a person dead for a month. His appearance made some of the persons act uneasily and they interrupted their chant. The demon was shackled to his feets and hands with invisible chains of magic, at least in the begining, but after a while the number of people who stopped chanting increased and the demon moved more as if the magic chains grew weaker as the chanting itself lost power.
Suddenly the demon reached out for one of them, took him in his hideous hands and held him just the same way I would hold a bird I was going to kill just for fun. Then, the summoned creature begun to slowly rip the man apart, slowly to prevent him from dying too soon... Holding the screaming and twisting man in his hands, the demon played with him for a while, all the time laughing cruelly. When the scream faded and the last life left the man the demon threw the corpse away, looking around for another man to play with, another man to slowly rip the life out of. Then, my father suddenly knelt in front of him begging the demon to spare his life, telling him that he would give anything if he would just let him live. The demon looked at him for a while, his wings slowly moving around him, and told my father that if he would bring him one of his own blood, he would let him live.
My father stood up and walked away from the demon with a thoughtful expression on his face, and I realised that he was walking straight towards me. It felt as if my heart stopped when I saw my fathers eyes upon me and watched his satisfied expression as he silently grinned within himself. I begged him quietly not to choose me, but he did not care. He had found what he was looking for, the only person in his family whom he did not care about, the perfect person to sacrifice. I fought for my life when he tried to grab me and give me to the demon, but with no avail. He was much stronger than I and he managed to reach a large branch on the ground with which he slammed me hard in the head and everything went black...


Chaos...