Name: Dakota Feichko

Nickname(s): Kota, Control Demon, Cursed One, Feichko-Sama, Assassin, Student Assassin

Age: 14 or 15, lost track as he does not celebrate

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Occupation: Student, Ex-Assassin

Affiliations: Babyuls, for now

Birthday: Unknown

Rank: Unknown

Bloodline Magic: Demonic Voice: Absolute Control

Background: Born to a prestigious noble family, his brith was the only time he met his parents as his cries killed them. He was turned into an assassin because of his voice. He later killed those who used him. He was adopted by Lord Sullivan who sealed his voice away, only allowing him to speak when his mouth is uncovered. He seeks to further control his powers and grow to be a true noble.

Relationships: None

Grandparents: No longer amongst the living, Lord Sullivan

Other important persons: Opera

Unique Species: Control Demon

Habits: Saying random things and no one knows what he means, this is due to the seal. When his mouth is covered, he speaks of foods only. Stealthy. Keen instincts. Always planning.

Height: 5'11

Weight: 150

Full Description: A Olympic-blue jacket with a white stripe lining the edges, pockets, and cuffs; and dark-blue dress shoes; The collar rises up to cover the lower part of his face. Light Red hair and red orange eyes that draws people in. When removed, has two lines across the cheeks from the mouth that form circles with dots in the middle. His tongue has a fox head on it. Those two put together are the seal that prevents him from using his powers fully.

Unique Features: Red Orange eyes that symbolize the head of the Feichko clan, and only the head of the clan. They were once his fathers, then returned to his grandfather, and now him after killing them.

Education/Year: Year 1

Fears: Losing control of his voice and killing everyone around him. Being alone.

Life Goals: Control his voice without the need of the seal and to become a proper noble.

Triggers: Others Ignorance

Personality: During younger years, he is portrayed as a cold hearted killer, even managing to kill his grandparents and take over the clan without remorse. He isn't on the humans side or the Demons side but his own. He has made a name for himself amongst the higher ups in the underworld, such as Gangs, the Six Fingers, and the Dark side of the Underworld, making them all fear his wrath. He does get troubled by the thought of being feared and not loved.

He is shown to be a serious and calm person while inside and outside of school. Despite this, He is shown to be a respected figure by the Underworld Council as they know his wrath is to be feared and for good reason. However, at the same time, He is shown to be ruthless during his demon cycles. In addition, if he lays down a threat, they threats became real and they ended up doing harm.

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Once upon a time in the Demon Realm, The Feichko Clan, a clan of demons who are known for their Vocal Control abilities, welcomed the birth of their newest member, a baby boy named Dakota. However, from the moment Dakota entered the world, his cries were unlike any other child's. His screams were so piercing and intense that they rendered his parents and anyone else who heard them completely silent, killing them the first time he cried. There were no bodies in the bedroom that he was born in, only blood that stained the area.

Eventually, it caught the attention of Dakota's grandfather, a mysterious and imposing figure who had long been estranged from the family. The grandfather, once a renowned assassin in his youth, saw potential in Dakota's ability's and now sought to control him. He believed that Dakota's abilities could be honed into a deadly weapon, one that could be used for a "greater" purpose. With the death of Dakota's parents, the grandfather took the young boy under his wing and disappeared into the shadows.

Under his grandfather's tutelage, Dakota was electrocuted daily until he learned to be quiet through pain. This lasted years. All so that he could learn to control his abilities and use them as a weapon, silencing his targets and striking fear into the hearts of those who opposed him. As he grew older, Dakota was forced to embrace his new identity as an assassin, carrying out dangerous missions with precision and ruthlessness.

Years later, Dakota's path as an assassin brought him face to face with a powerful and corrupt organization that threatened the peace of the Demon Realm. The Six Fingers. He was tasked with eliminating all of them, but through them, he learned what it was to be alive, to be free. He chose to let them live for the new found knowledge of Freedom, and returned home, though they would never know why as he chose not to speak to them. In a dramatic confrontation, Dakota fought and killed his grandfather, and clan.

Now

Walking the in the dark forest alone, I knew not what I would find. I was alone, I had won. My freedom was my own, and none would stand in my way. Approaching the ends of the forest, I saw the Demon Border Control had formed a base of operations just up ahead.

They were more than likely looking for me, seeing as I had killed my family. They were more than the Demon Border Control, but the police of the underworld. They were the ones my clan feared more than anything. The reason behind this, is that our control bloodline doesn't work on the Azazel Henri, or any one of his stature.

Azazel Henri is a demon hero of the 13 Crowns. He's the Security Chief of Demon Border Control. While not of a clan that dates back centuries to the first demon king, his powers are well known and feared. Even from here I could see him walking amongst his peers, giving orders to them.

Hearing something behind me, I turned quickly to face my attacker. As soon as I saw them, I knew I was no match from him. The principal of the Babyls Demon School, Lord Sullivan. He is one of the Three Heroes, the most powerful and influential demons in society, and is a possible candidate for the new Demon King.

Fighting him in the state I was in was suicidal. I was as good as dead at this point. Still badly wounded from my battle with my Clan, cuts, bruises and blood covered my body. My walk was no more than a limp, my wings too burnt to fly, my breath heavier than stone. I had two choices. Die to Sullivan or Die to Azazel.

"I have been looking for you, child." Lord Sullivan said, placing his hands behind his back as he stood tall. "I have an offer for you." He said, gaining my attention at a possible out of this death trap. "You see, I was originally going to the Human World to find someone, but after hearing about your life, and the hardship that you have endured, I no longer need to search for them." He said as he held one hand out to me. "Become my grandchild, and you will no longer need to run, nor fight." He said, catching me off guard.

Become his grandchild? To Lord Sullivan? One of the Three Heroes, the most powerful and influential demons in society, and possible candidate for the new Demon King? Was this a trap? It had to be. There was no way that he would ask me such a thing... Right? Then again, it was my only out. The six fingers put up a hell of a fight, and my clan an even tougher one.

I wanted to answer him, to accept and give my life away as a "grandchild" as he put it. Better to have life than death. But due to my exhaustion as well as voice, I could not answer him. Hell, even my vision blurred at this point. Blood loss was now at a stage four, and I was now going into shock. Both my heart and head felt like they came to a sudden stop, prompting everything to go black.

The next day

Opening my eyes, I found that I was in a large bed. The bedroom was grand with imposing space, designed to reflect power, wealth, and a dark, otherworldly aesthetic.

The entrance to the bedroom is guarded by massive, ornately carved doors made of dark, ancient wood, adorned with intricate demonic symbols and glowing runes that seem to shift and writhe when observed closely. The room itself is a cavernous chamber shrouded in an eerie, flickering half-light that emanates from sconces filled with sinister, flickering flames.

The walls are lined with obsidian and onyx, polished to a high sheen, and adorned with tapestries depicting scenes of conquest, destruction, and infernal glory. Sinister artifacts known as toys are prominently displayed.

The centerpiece of the room is a massive, canopied bed, its frame wrought from black iron and embellished with leering gargoyle figures. The canopy is fashioned from blood-red velvet, its edges adorned with golden tassels that seem to shimmer with an inner light. At the head of the bed, a towering, horned headboard looms, carved with scenes of demonic revelry and conquest.

The bedding itself is a luxurious array of deep crimson silks and velvets, adorned with intricate, sinister patterns that seem to writhe and shift when observed. At the foot of the bed, a dais rises, upon which a dark altar is set, adorned with flickering black candles.

The chamber is filled with an oppressive, intermingled with the faint hint of brimstone and sulfur. Shadowy alcoves and nooks house arcane tomes, forbidden scrolls, and unholy relics, while sinister whispers seem to echo and reverberate through the air, giving the impression of a space steeped in ancient, malevolent power.

Sitting up, I looked myself over and found that I was healed. I was not aware of how long it had been, but I had no cuts, but plenty of scars. Buer Family Bloodline was Heal, it heals but the target would still feel the pain, and I was not in any pain. They were the only known healers as far as I was aware. So, that only means that I have been out of it for quite some time.

Not only was I healed but dressed up nicely, purple night time pajamas with a barker purple bow with a red gem in the center that almost looked like an eye. It wasn't my color but the fabric was of Ultra Class Grand Spider silk, or UCGS for short. I used to own a Grand Spider as an assassin's pet. I had to kill it in order to get through to my grandfather.

Hearing the door open, I jumped out of bed, made it, and stood at attention as to show them respect. I expected to see Lord Sullivan, but instead I found a red haired Demon Cat, who I recognized as Opera, Lord Sullivan's attendant. "I see that you are up, Lord Sullivan will be pleased with this." He said, his tone not really saying what his face was expressing. Looking at the bed and then back to me, his ears stood all the way up. "Oh my, I know I heard you getting up but by the time I opened the door all the way you've managed to fix the bed. I am impressed." He said with the same tone.

"Salmon." I said, with me raising an eyebrow at this as I meant to ask him about what happened. "Teriyaki?" I said, where I originally wanted to say "what" but another food came out instead, this one being a flavor.

"Lord Sullivan has sealed your voice away. As long as you wear that gem, of course." He informed, with me grabbing it. "It's to help you control your bloodline ability, Absolute Control. It's an advanced form of Demonic Voice." He informed, where I was lost as Demonic Voice was my bloodline ability. "Demonic Voice allows you to control everyone who listens to you, but they can break out of it with their willpower alone. Absolute Control allows you to control everything and everyone without any restrictions." He informed, where that did sound about right. "As you know, you are the last of your clan." He said, his ears flopping down.

Holding up a finger, Fire spawned and formed the demonic language. "So my voice is gone, and I'm now the grandson of Lord Sullivan. You know of my clans death, but you don't sound very upset about it either. It's hard to get a read on your emotions but your ears are giving it away. Sounds about right?" I asked through the writing, where he nodded his head. "How long was I out?" I asked, with him thinking about it.

"A few weeks, though you did miss the entrance ceremony. You will have to go to school today so that you can summon your familiar as well as take your classes. You will be in what we call the misfit class." He informed, making me sigh as I didn't want to go to school but no doubt would have to if I was going to be living with Lord Sullivan.

Giving him a thumbs up, I moved over to the closet and opened it, where I saw a school uniform for Babyls Demon School. A Olympic-blue jacket with a white stripe lining the edges, pockets, and cuffs; and dark-blue dress shoes; The collar rises up to cover the lower part of his face. For now, this would have to do.

Later

In the dimly lit dining room of Lord Sullivan's grand manor, the demon lord sat at the head of a long, ornate table, savoring his breakfast as I walked in. I stood at a respectful distance, waiting for Lord Sullivan to acknowledge me.

"Ah, Dakota, come join me!" Lord Sullivan beckoned with a wave of his hand. "I trust you slept well?" He asked as I approached.

I took a seat across from Lord Sullivan, keeping my eyes lowered as a sign of respect. "Yes, my lord, thank you. The accommodations are quite... luxurious." I answered as I used my fire to speak for me.

Lord Sullivan chuckled, the sound deep and resonant. "I'm glad you appreciate them. Now, let us talk about the offer I made you." He said, where I looked up at him, looking him in the eyes. "I believe you have potential, Dakota, and I am willing to offer you the chance to become my grandchild." He said, once more with the grandchild approach.

"Your grandchild, my lord? But I am no one of importance, just an ex-assassin trying to find a new path." I questioned, not sure if I deserved this kind of treatment after killing my own family.

Lord Sullivan leaned back in his chair, studying me with his piercing gaze. "You underestimate yourself, young one. I see great potential in you, and I believe I can help you unlock it. You have the skills of an assassin, but I can offer you the opportunity to receive a proper education, to learn about the intricacies of our world and the power that comes with knowledge." Lord Sullivan said as he folded his hands.

I hesitated, my mind reeling with the implications of Lord Sullivan's offer. "What would you ask of me in return, my lord?" I questioned as nothing was free in this world.

Lord Sullivan smiled, revealing sharp, pointed teeth. "I ask for your loyalty and dedication. In return, I will provide you with guidance, protection, and the means to become a force to be reckoned with in the demon realm." He offered, where I could not help but gulp.

I pondered the offer, knowing that this could be my chance to leave my past behind and forge a new future. "I... accept your offer, Lord Sullivan. I will be your... grandchild." I said, hesitant to even call myself someone else's grandchild.

"Excellent," Lord Sullivan boomed, the satisfaction evident in his voice. "We shall begin your education at once. You will have access to the finest teachers. I expect great things from you, Grandson." He said, his voice now a high pitched tone.

'All for the sake of becoming a grandchild?' I thought to myself as I didn't understand him. I watched him closely as we ate, and I could see that he was doing the same. I was a hunter hunting the alpha, and he was an alpha keeping his eyes on a hunter.

As our breakfast drew to a close, Lord Sullivan's demeanor turned serious once more. "Before we begin your education, there is one more thing we must attend to, Dakota," he said, his voice low and commanding. "As part of your training, I will need to seal your voice away temporarily. It is necessary for you to learn to control your Bloodline ability first before you go using it without care."

My eyes widened in surprise, but I quickly composed himself and nodded in understanding. "I was under the impression that my voice was already sealed, my lo... Grandfather." I said as I still had the gem on under the uniform.

"The Gem is a temporary fix, and will only last so long. I will have to place a more advanced seal on whole you are awake to help you better over come your ability. You will still be able to talk with your mouth uncovered, but as you know just speaking causes your bloodline to activate." Lord Sullivan said, as he gestured for Opera to approach. Opera held out a small, intricately carved box, and Lord Sullivan opened it to reveal a shimmering, ethereal ribbon of dark energy. "Once again, I will say this. This seal will temporarily suppress your ability to speak, but as long as your mouth remains uncovered, you will be able to communicate normally." He said as he held it out to me.

Dakota took a deep breath and nodded, steeling himself for the sensation of the seal being applied. I got up and walked over to him. Once in front of him, I lowered the collar, where he placed it around my mouth. As the dark energy enveloped my mouth, I felt a strange pressure, and then my ability to speak was gone. I tested his voiceless state by opening his mouth, and to my relief, I found that I could still form words in my mind.

"Remember, Dakota," Lord Sullivan said, his voice grave, "this is a necessary step in your training. You must learn to control your Bloodline ability, and this will help you focus on harnessing its power without relying on it."

I nodded again, my eyes reflecting my determination. From that moment, I knew that my journey under Lord Sullivan's tutelage would be filled with challenges, but I was determined to prove myself and emerge stronger than ever.