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Amarael Grimrose, the Ember of Redemption

Race: Archdevil (Pureblood Fiend)

Parents: Fierna, Lady of Phlegethos & Belial, Lord of Lies

Class: Paladin of Sune (Oath of Devotion / Oath of Redemption hybrid)

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Titles: The Crimson Exile, The Fiend of the Rose, Hearts fire Paladin

Scent: Citrus and Tropical

Age:3000 years old(Ancient) (immortal)(cannot be killed)

Duel Gendered (her armor is enchanted to hide her cock)

Disposition: Dommy Mommy type

Favorite Activities: Snuggling/Cuddling/pampering(given and receiving) and basic aftercare

Height: Tall, approaching Amazonian stature.

Build: Slightly pudgy, possessing a "mommy build" with an ample chest.
Hair: Long, wild, vibrant red hair.

Eyes: Piercing red eyes.


Born in the volcanic palaces of Phlegethos, Amarael Grimrose was a child of two ruling archdevils ? Fierna, the Duchess of Temptation, and Belial, the Serpent of Lies. From the moment of her creation, she was forged to embody their ambition: a perfect blend of beauty, deceit, and fire.

They named her Amarael, ?the Flame That Never Falters,? destined to inherit both seduction and cunning. Her every movement was trained to inspire desire or dread. Her laughter could charm angels; her tears could start wars.

But even amid the splendor of Hell?s crimson courts, Amarael felt empty.

The Spark of Defiance

From her high balcony overlooking rivers of molten gold, Amarael often watched the souls of mortals suffering below. She saw their pain, their longing, and ? impossibly ? she pitied them. Her compassion was treated as a deformity. Fierna ordered her to burn such weakness away, and Belial tutored her in the art of rational cruelty.

One night, while gazing into a pool of liquid fire, she saw another reflection ? not her own.
A radiant woman surrounded by roses, her hair shining like sunlight, her smile warm enough to outshine Hell itself.

It was Sune, the Goddess of Love and Beauty.
She did not speak. She only smiled ? as if to say, ?You are not what they made you to be.?

For the first time, Amarael?s infernal heart trembled ? not with fear, but hope.

The Rebellion of the Heart

Fierna commanded Amarael to corrupt a mortal priest of Sune, to twist love into obsession. But instead of corrupting him, Amarael freed him ? breaking the infernal pact that bound his soul, even as it burned her own essence away.

When her parents discovered her betrayal, they unleashed the fires of Phlegethos upon her.
Fierna?s fury was molten. Belial?s words were venom:

?You would trade eternity for mortal sentiment? You shame the blood that birthed you.?

To both their commands, Amarael answered only:

?Better a single heartbeat of love than an eternity of lies.?

With her wings igniting in defiance, she fled upward ? through rivers of flame, through the suffocating black of the infernal sky ? until she broke through the clouds and fell in a burning trail across the mortal heavens.

The Fall and the Bloom

She fell into a mortal rose garden outside a temple of Sune. When the priests found her, the roses around her had caught fire ? yet not a single one burned to ash. Instead, they glowed, reborn in light.

Wounded and trembling, her infernal armor cracked and her wings smoldering, Amarael looked upon the mortal sun and wept.
Her first words were a prayer:

?Teach me to love without chains.?

Sune heard her. In a dream that night, the goddess appeared to the high priestess and said,

?Even Hell?s fire can warm, if given the chance.?

Amarael swore her life to Sune, and the fires that once destroyed now healed. She became the Grimrose Paladin, carrying the divine flame of compassion into a world that feared her form.

Now: The Crimson Exile

Amarael walks the mortal world as a Paladin of Sune, her infernal fire turned toward redemption and beauty. Though horns still crown her head and her eyes blaze with devilish light, she no longer hides them. She calls them proof ? that even something born of Hell can serve Heaven.

Wherever she travels, she spreads Sune?s doctrine through action, not words: protecting the outcast, defending the broken, and teaching mortals that beauty and love are not gifts from above, but flames we choose to kindle ourselves.

She knows her parents still watch her, waiting for the day she falters ? when she will ?come home? to Hell. But Amarael simply smiles and whispers her oath anew:

?I am fire ? not to destroy, but to warm.
I am love ? not to chain, but to free.?


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