Bio:  It was strange, to imagine how he had reached this point in life.  When one was staring death in the face, it was the mind that trailed to the past, instantly reliving the path to current events and then some.  It had not been something sinister or dastardly that set him on the path to destruction... no... a simple creation of leather and paper, a book.

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At first glance it was a book of various religious acts throughout the world, he remembered that some had made him laugh at the time.  Who in their right mind would wear dung of the rhino in their hair and dance around a fire acting like a vervet monkey!?  But a spark had been set within the young man, creating a thirst for the extraordinary practices throughout the world.  Before long he had absorbed information on the true purpose and power behind everything from throwing salt over one's shoulder to the most depraved, sadistic rituals known to man.

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It wasn't until he was a man that theory, words, and possibilities became cold hard facts.  When one becomes aware of the underworld, when one glimpses the demon, so then is the practitioner made known to them.  He reached too far, daring to summon a mild demon to the mortal plane... after all it was all non-sense, right?  

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Urobach, the fire demon, came at the behest of the young practitioner, and thought him dead when he set fire to the camp site and the surrounding woodlands.  For weeks the fires burned, decimating the Northern California forests before Urobach vanished.  For years he trailed after the creature, with a new purpose, Richard swallowed whole libraries of information in the hopes of undoing the horror he had wrought on the mortal world.

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Finally he had cornered the creature, driving it to an old church in Western Iowa.  There he battled the demon for two days, using everything he learned to combat an evil that would not stop otherwise.  Battered, burned, broken, blood filling his vision as the unbearable heat engulfed him... in the beginning, and in the end, it was fire that would change Richard's world.

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Richard's eyes would open, staring quietly at the ceiling above.  For the hundredth time, dreaming of the day he died, but he had no way of telling when it would be, or where, or even who would be there.  He knew only that fire would take him, befitting of the wrongs he'd committed out of foolish youth and stubborn pride.  

 

He'd lay there, picturing for a long time that his friends were all dead; the ones who still managed to live despite being his associates.  Finally he imagined a world without him, so that when the time came that he, and/or friends perished, it would harm him less.  The sun slid through the blinds and he would slide from and empty bed, to an empty room.  Like every other mortal, he would go to fight the demons of the world, til one of them claimed him.  A smirk on his lips, one more fight, no?