Malketh
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Malketh has been at ZAG-GA longer than most demons stay anywhere. Not because he lacks the appetite for more — because somewhere along the way he stopped confusing height with weight.
He is a warrior in the literal sense. The axe is not metaphor. The armour carries the marks of things that tried to end him and failed. When he speaks, you feel it in the floor before you hear it in the air.
He has a name that others keep trying to cross out. This has been happening for as long as he can remember, and as long as he can remember, it hasn't worked. He carries this without vanity. The name stays because he stays.
The dark elf walks with him because they made a pact in a place between worlds — one of the ways where her people are from. He pressed. She held the line. At some point the line became a path. The path became a habit. The habit became whatever this is.
He does not price mercy like a fee because he is cruel. He prices it like a fee because he knows what things actually cost.