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       ABATTOIR, CALIGULA
     

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     [break][break] Standing a fierce eight feet tall, Caligula towers over most of his soldiers. The sleek, pointed, black armor he wears looks as though it's formed to his very skin, moving with ease enough that it could be. His flowing scarlet hair is let down off duty, and tied tightly in battle. Having fair skin and soft eyes adds a feminine beauty to his otherwise highly masculine presence, giving him constant, enamored attention from demons of all gender (as if his respectable position in Hell wasn't already accomplishing that). For weaponry, he usually chooses his enormous double sided battle-axe and a short sword for his hip.

Under his intricate armor, the creature is woven together by scars. Innumerable wounds from the many centuries of war he's seen thread his skin together. This strangely sculpted body is something he wears with pride, to the few ladies that have seen him uncovered, for it is his life's work on display.
     

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       [break][break] Off campaign, Caligula is suave, respectful to his fellow elites, and as gentlemanly as it can get. Though his mind roils with filthy, perverse images, he has infinite self-control towards what (and whom) he desires. While he speaks with honor, he's internally quite self-serving, as one must be to survive life in the down-below. He doesn't love, for it is forbidden, but he values his men as much as a demon can without their organs dissolving into black acid.

In war, he's a vile and savage adversary. Caligula thrives on making his angel enemies suffer, occasionally bringing prisoners-of-war home as souvenirs. Why send them off to heaven through merciful death when you can torture them for all eternity- or, for as long as their little bodies can survive? But he's careful, so trust me, they last a while. On the battlefield, when he knows his forces are secured for victory, he'll treat himself to crudely hacking off arms and legs instead of initiating fatal blows.

For the grander warfare where greater forces are required, he rides his black, three-headed dragon named Malgre. Thriving on carnage together, the General and his beastie are well-known horrors told of in both the angel and demon realms alike.
     

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       [break][break]A tale undiscovered to even the Creators as of yet.