Malakh is a Devourer. He is possessing the body of a mortal known as Alejandro de la Vega.
Biography[]
For Alejandro de la Vega it always came back to El Campito, the detention center in the Campo de Mayo army headquarters just outside Buenos Aires. He was a child of El Campito, and his memories of it were distorted and inconsistent. Sometimes crowded, sometimes empty. His father had told him more, but they were ramblings of a man drunk on his own shame. When he slept, Alejandro dreamed of his mother, belly slit open for the sharks, tumbling into the Atlantic from a darkened plane.
El Campito had not caused the extensive scarring to Alejandro's back, nor the broken bones - they were the project of Argentine democracy, the price paid by a precocious activist poking into matters most thought best unturned. Most shocking was the fact that many of the commanders and torturers lived comfortable lives immune from prosecution, while the 30,000 victims of Videra's dirty war were shuffled aside in embarrassment. So he fought the bastards and they fought back, and after years of harassment, threats and scuffles in back streets, they got serious. They dragged him into a cell, beat him bloody, used the cigarette lighter and hung him from a single pair of handcuffs for hours. It was in that fugue state that he realized that this was worse than El Campito, because he had never even known his mother, only been told about it, only read about the electric grill to which prisoners were strapped. This dirty cell and the handcuffs were worse, because they were real.
When they finally let him go, he fled in shame, using his father's brother to arrange passage north into the safe, anonymous masses of the United States. But he could not run far enough, and even as he applied the razors to his wrists, he tried to consider the death flights and the disappeared. But he only felt empty inside.
It was not Alejandro's defeat that inspired Malakh to throw off the memory of Hell. It was the man's struggle, the years of it that he had put aside in his mind. Malakh knew about defeat, but now the man's flesh and demon's soul were getting another chance to put things right.
Malakh never doubted Lucifer, even during the long years of incarceration. He does not understand the Morningstar's manifestation over Los Angeles, but he works to do so. The flame of injustice burns in him again. Yet it is not only the Earthbound coiling through the city or the corrupt humans living off the misery of the disaster that enrages him. It is the bleating hearts that condemn the misery but refuse to act against it. Most of all, it is the fallen, with all their petty court bickering and flaunting of Lucifer's ideals, even as they hold up his memory as a golden idol. It it any wonder their Lord mocked them?
Malakh can feel it all sliding down toward Hell again, and he knows that there are not going to be any more chances after this one. He has some influence remaining from his time in the Crimson Legion, and his personal strength, which grows daily. He will take up the fight, because he knows the alternative is worse.
Gallery[]
References[]
- DTF: Demon: The Fallen Rulebook, p. 41-57
- DTF: Lucifer's Shadow: Tales of Fallen Angels, p. Tiger by the Tail by Ellen Porter Kiley
- DTF: Houses of the Fallen, p. 155
- WOD: World of Darkness: Time of Judgment, p. 218-219