"Are you here to save me? My hero!"
Vyloris is an intelligence-based Mage hero with Burst Damage role of the Hypogean faction.
Personality[]
Lies of the Goddess[]
Vyloris, opened her eyes to find herself imprisoned by Hypogeans in a high tower. She had no recollection of how she got here or what she was brought here for. Her captivity in darkness was suffocating to say the least, for she was greeted with nothing but relentless torture and endless pain. The fallen goddess, in her great despair, clasped her hand together and prayed for someone to come to her rescue.
It felt like an eternity before a beam of light penetrated the thick walls of Vyloris' cell. Looking up, she found a handsome knight wielding a sword framed by the light, his greaves covered in white flowers. Tears streamed over Vyloris' cheeks as she spoke to the knight. In a soft voice she told him of her imprisonment, how she was tormented by a merciless fiend, and her yearnings for freedom.
Naturally, the knight in shining armor vanquished the fiend and rescued the goddess just as all heroes do in stories... but did the two live happily ever after?
Well, not all tales have a happy ending... in fact, Vyloris had a particular distaste for those that did.
Turning toward the knight, she commanded the white flowers to open their stamens, revealing purple mouths covered with venomous thorns. Eroded by darkness, the white-winged goddess smiled as she watched the thorns pierce the knight's heart. Shocked, the young man let out a hopeless cry just as he was devoured by Vyloris, the Deceitful Demoness.
The moment of embrace evoked memories of similar events, which were brought to the forefront of her mind...
She was no goddess, and she needed no knight in shining armor. It was all but a part of her dedication to deception and destruction. Putting herself at the center of this scheme, enveloped by lies and deceit was the only true way to experience this perfect deception, and to reach the grandest of endings.
Creating sheer despair just as everything came to a climax was what made Vyloris' afternoon-tea the sweetest reward.
Background[]
It was just as my dreams had foretold. The temple where the tormented goddess was being held lay at the foot of the mountain range. I stood where the setting sun could be seen, shining through acrevice, and observed the unfolding scene.
-Rather than call it a temple, perhaps it's better to describe it as a tower without doors.
I recalled my dreams, depicting the scene within the temple: the divine goddess shackled to the wall by the Hypogean,sharp spikes driven through her wings,horrifying streaks of blood.
She told me of her agony, that her name was Vyloris, and that she had been deceived into leaving the safety of her mountain top and descending unto this place of pain. Bewitched and beguiled by the Hypogean, her captors have since tortured and tormented her without end, all to drain every drop of divine power from her.
In my dream, I swore that I would save her before darkness enveloped all. I would defeat the Hypogean holding her captive, and deliver her from suffering.
Under the brilliance of a rising full moon I found the loathsome Hypogean, drew my weapon and attacked. No expression could be discerned on the fiend's foul, mangled face, but he clearly hesitated-as if he wished to speak.
A repugnant whooshing noise came from his throat. I understand not the Hypogean language, nor did I want my determination to be undermined, so I raised again my sword and struck fiercely.
The outcome of our mortal fight was uncertain, but victory ultimately fell to me. It was with the purest joy that I plunged my blade deep into the beast's chest. The bright red blood which spurted from his fatal wound seemed identical to mine.
Right then, I was so tired I felt like I could barely stand.
But I mustered the last of my strength to cleave in twain the wall to which the goddess was chained. I saw Vyloris break free from her bonds amidst the swirling dust. She smiled and walked toward me, and as she embraced me I knew that everything I had done was worth the effort.
Just then, the gentle and caressing hand of the goddess on my chest transformed into a razor-sharp claw. Black light enveloped me, as every inch of both armor and flesh disintegrated under that terrible claw.
It was soul-light, the light of the Infernal Surge.
"What a just and handsome knight you are, just like the previous pitiful wretch...The one you just defeated." I screamed, eyes wide in fear and pain as I watched her slash my face and cut out my tongue with keen-edged blades. "I'd really hate to kill you. You don't foolishly think, like him, that chaining me up in a temple could possibly seal a demoness?"
I looked at the limp figure on the ground, of the "Hypogean" I had just slaughtered. I tried to call for help, but nothing but a hideous whooshing noise emerged.
I finally realized what he was trying to tell me. But I could only howl in frustration and regret that mangled, hideous face was only so because of the inhuman torture inflicted upon it.
Night fell, and I had not defeated the true Hypogean. All too soon, my eyesight was taken from me. I was left with but a poor sense of hearing as, accompanied by Vyloris' joyful humming, I fell into total darkness.
Lies are intoxicating, because people only believe what they want to believe.
Skills[]
Engraving Abilities[]
Signature Item[]
Item: Annulus of Lethality[]
A ring adorned with lethally sharp blades. It was once used to torture Vyloris, but after extricating herself from her plight, she now uses it to inflict pain on others. Used with precision, it can purposely miss its victim's vital organs, endlessly prolonging their torment.
Skill: Havoc[]
The actual amount of health Vyloris uses to manifest a shield for "Fatal Embrace" is reduced by 30% (does not affect shield value), and Vyloris' passively deals 150% more damage to enemy summons.
- [+10 Unlocks] The actual amount of health Vyloris uses to manifest a shield for "Fatal Embrace" is reduced by 60% (does not affect shield value), and Vyloris' passively deals 200% more damage to enemy summons.
- [+20 Unlocks] 35% of damage dealt to enemy summons is converted into Vyloris' health.
- [+30 Unlocks] Whenever an enemy's hero's summon dies, the enemy hero is afflicted by a "Cursed Aura". If the enemy is already afflicted by a "Cursed Aura", its duration is reset.
Furniture Set Bonuses[]
Anguish[]
- [3/9 Mythic Pieces] The value of the shield manifested by "Fatal Embrace" is additionally increased by 300%, and Vyloris' healing is increased by 120% while the shield exists.
- [9/9 Mythic Pieces] Damage dealt by "Fatal Embrace" to heroes afflicted by a "Cursed Aura" is transformed into AoE damage.
Voice Lines[]
- "Are you here to save me? My hero!"
- "How can I repay you? How about some pain!"
- "Keeping a clear head is the best way to savour the misery."
- "That's it, enjoy the blessing of misery and pain."
- "Don't worry. It won't be over for a long time."
- "Who will be my next saviour?"
- "Suffering is my cleansing gift to you!"