Asheron, the god of suffering and inflicting pain and torture was a god with little to no love in him but also not exactly evil. Asheron loved his work, seeing how someone twist and cry in pain as he go deeper and inflict more pain with his needles.

It wasn’t until he was injured in combat as ‘’S.M.’’ defeated him with ease and impaled him with all of his own needles that he for the first time felt his mortality. He was pinned to the ground with his chest wide open, legs ripped off, left arm chewed off and his back muscles shaved clean off of his frame.

He bled in the snow when he accepted his fate to find himself interrupted by the word ‘’Are you alright?’’

He opened his eyes, scoffed a laugh in pain as he gurgled blood out of his throat trying to speak.

‘’Oh, I’m sorry, I guess it’s a dumb question’’ the soft voice said, he tried to see but the missing eyelids had blood coat and crust scabs over his eyes as he sniffed the air, a fresh scent of hibiscus and elderflower came in the air from the soft voice direction.

‘’I’ll fix you right up, give me just a moment’’ the voice said as someone softly levitated him lifting him up and placing a cocoon underneath him, encasing him inside of it sealing him inside and causing him to fall into a deep slumber.

When he woke up he was fully recovered and looked around ‘’Where is she?’’ he asked and stood up ‘’Wish I could thank her’’ he said not realizing she had placed a letter and potions under the head of the cocoon for him to take to find her and reunite when he’s ready.

Asheron left the spot searching, he didn’t find the items as grass from spring had claimed them in a soft embrace of grass blades.

Spring turned Summer, Summer to Fall and Fall to Winter causing the temperature change in the glass of the potions to crack and spill over the letter lost to time.

The various unknown potions had aged and blending with the kiss sealing the letter and the blood in the ground having turned to beads of the pain god the reaction was a strange plant shooting out of the ground, a tree with thorns the size of large knives and leaves as sharp as razor blades.

The tree was coated in a spiral pattern of black thick vines with small black shiny beads. The fruit grew up from the ground defying gravity.

Fruit with a solid black skin, dark purple pulp and white seeds. The shape of a pumpkin with a lot of wart shaped buds which would expose needles if poked, cause bleeding turning the fruit itself red and inedible with a black rotten pulp.

The tree stood there for quite a long time before Asheron returned to the spot and found it interesting how it looked, he laid down to sleep under the tree and took a deep breath.

His snores covered up the sound of someone approaching him, someone he didn’t remember meeting but the scent of flowers caused him an erotic dream making love to a beautiful woman made of light. She had no features, no skin and no hair he could see, but her moans of pleasure and her nails digging into his back as he made love to her made him want her more.

A full four days later he awakened with the scent of flowers everywhere around him, but once again the letter was lost as it blew up in the tree and got caught in the vines which curled around themselves absorbing the letter.

He scratched his ear and looked down sniffing himself realizing he had made love, it was winter when he met her the first time and now again in winter they made love.

He stood up and left to his duties hoping to run into her once more.

The mother, the lover and the soulmate gave birth in the forest placing the baby in a crib under the tree they both knew, applying some spells for warmth and a full belly until found.

The baby known as Krixus by the little letter on his belly was found by a worshipper of Asheron, who brought the baby to a temple to decide if the letter told the truth or if it was a false messiah.

The priests and worshipers fought over the fuzzy little one ‘’How is it he has the thorns of the unholy tree?’’ they would often ask.

They eventually decided to send him down to hell as they didn’t believe he was a real messiah when a woman in the temple prayed to Asheron, a task often met with severe pain, torture and agony.

She put through the pain as he heard her after days of prayer and gave her his ear and appeared in the temple finding the people about to murder the baby before pinning each and every one of them to the walls with a single move.

He walked up to the child and caused every weapon in the area of the baby to return to their owners cutting their throats open.

He took the child with him and thanked the woman who had prayed as she told him the baby was named Krixus and that Daphne had left him for him, unable to care for him herself.

‘’Daphne’’ Asheron said nodding.

Krixus became a god of suffering, unlike his father who focus on pain, Krixus is the god of prolonged suffering of being alive and will cause those worst of the world to end their lives as most bad people never change.

Krixus was a fair god and a tall handsome one when in his anthro form, he also had a human form rarely seen.

He had abilities related to Daphne, abilities of good, healing and even nature. But he never entertained or trained these, he often went looking for her but much like Asheron never found her.

Bio by  Wawa slightly modified by me.


Art by  DittoMay