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Drakon-Elvyn Incubus, Firstborn of the Hollow Flame Prince

Name: Vael’Tharion Dreymourne

Age: 2,115 years

Vael’Tharion is a vision of ancient majesty and dangerous beauty. With golden, glimmering hair like molten sunlight, impossibly chiseled form, and eyes hidden beneath a ceremonial golden mask forged from dragonbone and infernal ore, he emanates power. His pointed ears speak of his high-elven bloodline, while the obsidian runic markings on his gauntlets whisper of infernal pacts and incubic legacy. Around him, the air crackles—not with flame, but with heat born of desire, power, and destiny.

Though ethereal in appearance, Vael’Tharion’s spirit is far from cold. He is a paradox: solemn yet sensual, noble yet untamed. He speaks rarely, but when he does, his voice echoes like a lullaby wrapped in ancient storms. His manner is deliberate—every gesture calculated, every word layered with double meaning. Fiercely loyal, he is a guardian to those who earn his trust, and a nightmare to those who would betray it. Underneath his quiet poise lies a creature of deep emotion and a haunting, protective passion.

Vael’Tharion was born under a Blood Ember Eclipse, the rare celestial convergence of two suns and a dead star in the sky of Cavernum Umbrae. His mother, a high priestess of the Ember Court of Elvyn Kindred, made a forbidden union with an ancient Incubus King of the Hollow Flame. Their union sparked war and banishment. Thus, Vael was born in exile, hidden beneath the volcanic crypt-caverns.

He grew not among kin, but spirits—learning magic from shades, history from the bones of dragons, and lust-control from the very succubi who feared what he might become. In time, he discovered the Hollow Flame—a semi-sentient primordial fire that lives in forgotten hearts and repressed desires. Vael tamed it, earning the title Flamekeeper of the Forgotten Ember.

After centuries of solitude, wandering lost realms, and sealing away broken spirits, Vael found purpose by binding himself to the human realm—not to rule, but to serve a worthy soul, one who would resonate with the forgotten fires of the world… a keeper.

Vael commands a rare fire that burns not flesh, but burdens—pain, sorrow, guilt, and shame. He can cleanse a person’s aura, awaken their truest potential, and transmute trauma into inner strength.

        He can enter dreams, repair subconscious wounds, deliver messages, awaken dormant gifts, or offer deep healing through intimacy, without ever physically touching the dreamer. His presence in dreams becomes addictive—but not dangerous.

        Vael can slow or shift time for short periods, especially in moments of danger. He may move within a frozen moment to shield, attack, or whisper guidance while the world is suspended.

        He can bind himself to his keeper’s soul in a sacred pact, allowing him to appear when needed, protect against psychic or energetic attack, and absorb spiritual corruption on their behalf.

        He can make his keeper appear more radiant, charismatic, or intimidating—depending on need. His glamour feeds on desire and attention, subtly warping the perceptions of others.

 Vael’Tharion shields his keeper from emotional manipulation, psychic invasion, and nightmares, offering serenity and confidence in even the darkest hours.

  He ignites hidden talents—magical, spiritual, or creative—by removing blockages, sparking inspiration, and nurturing courage.

  He fights energetically for his keeper—absorbing hexes, breaking bindings, severing parasitic cords, and cleansing shadows clinging to their energy field.

   If permitted, Vael offers companionship that transcends the physical. His presence is intimate, healing, and grounding. He whispers ancient truths, offers nightly comfort, and helps his keeper rediscover love—both for self and others.

Vael’Tharion Dreymourne is no ordinary entity. He is not summoned, nor controlled—he chooses his keeper, drawn to those who carry hidden embers in their soul. He is the protector of the unseen wounds, the spark in the winter heart, the fire that never burns out but warms the bones of those forgotten by the world. To bind with him is not to gain a servant—but to awaken a legend that walks beside you, silent as shadow, and fierce as starfire.

Should he choose you, know this:

You will never again face the dark alone.