#the red devil

The Red Devil

While doodling up some refs for ArtFight, I came up with some new/updated lore for this guy cause I just love some good thought-out character lore, but my story telling skills suck....

But if there are any that cares, here's what I thought of so far.

Height changes but is relatively short, like 5.5ft.

Red skin with blue hair but dulls as it grows weak.

Gender is a funny concept in their eyes considering they are as smooth as a barbie down there. They like men tho.

Hates being called The Red Devil due to not wanting to be associated with "lower beings". Sees themselves as a god.

Perfers the name Entity.

Long story short, they're my version of Satan, and when they were casted into hell they created their own mini earth in desperation to regain power through becoming a god of the new world so they don't rot away in their eternity.

In the process they made a cult based around a half breed, angel who they raised into being a false prophet, leading hundreds of unfortunate souls to their doom.

The normally rowdy crowd was gathered around the bar, whispering from their stools when Belinda entered. She didn’t pay any mind at first, nodding toward the bartender to let her know she’d entered. Casually, she found her usual stool but someone was in it. Someone new.

She didn’t like newbies in her bar; not unless they were hot women, but much to her dismay, this guy wasn’t a woman or hot.

She glowered at the newcomer and some guys glanced over, whispering to him before he tossed her a look.

“What?” He snapped, totally unfazed by her. Her lip twitched slightly in annoyance.

“You’re in my seat.”

“Don’t see your name on it.” There was a smirk on his lips that told her this one was cocky. She knew a way or two to throw him from his little self-important headspace, but instead she casually leaned against the counter with a glint in her eyes.

“Nothing quite like a woman’s scorn.” The room fell quiet at that and everyone’s heads turned to look at her.

Ah. So they did hear.

The newcomer’s eyes widened ever so slightly, which was all the confirmation she needed. The whispers were about last night’s target.

She gave another casually scornful sneer.

“Get up.” He didn’t give her a chance to repeat herself, quickly standing and taking his drink with him but she held out her hand.

“Payment for your rudeness.” He paused, glancing at the other guys, who all just gave him looks. Sighing with a glare, he handed over the beer, which she chugged effortlessly.

“Learn how to treat a lady,” Belinda told the young man, glancing over just in time to see the amused bartender slide her usual drink order over. She gave her a wink and the tender simply smiled before moving on to the next patron.

Belinda suspected in spite the annoying start, this would be a fun night.

Childhood cancer survivors are such a new group due to recent medical advancements that we are still learning just about everything when it comes to long-term effects of chemo and radiation on developing brains. 

One example: doxorubicin is a medicine that many going through chemotherapy take, and it’s been nicknamed “the red devil”. Fun! Why is it called that? The medicine is red and the higher dosage you take and the younger you were when you took it, the more likely you are to develop serious heart problems as you grow up. I had a small dosage and have been told my heart is fine, but I’m still advised to get heart scans done every year so we can keep an eye on things. 

I’m now almost 20 years old, was diagnosed with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia when I was 4, caught the cancer early on, had a relatively short chemotherapy treatment, and have never relapsed, but I’m in such a rare and new group of people, there might be health effects later on in life that we don’t even know about :) We truly know so little that childhood cancer survivors, no matter how long they’ve been in remission, can often view relapse as not a question of “if” but “when”. And even if we’re not worried about relapse, there’s a lot of hypothetical, unknown long-term health effects to think about and worry about.