History (Summarized)
Born within the Black Morass, Hesskath was doomed by birth. His mother, a witch, exiled by the scattered human tribes, made a dark pact with the demonic lords of the burning legion. She beheld a vision of Sargaras, flanked by a massive army of demonic soldiers decending upon Azeroth. While this vision filled her with terrible fear, it also fed her deep seeded lust for power, but what could a simple witch offer a 'god'?
Nearly a month had passed when the plan came to her. She would sell her first-born child to her new god in exchange for amnesty and power. With black magic, she concealed herself with a guise of youth and beauty, quickly seduced the chief of her birth tribe, bed him, and slew him, drinking his blood to sate the hunger of the child that would be his son.
Nine months passed as Serallia made the journey to Suramar, where at last she gave birth upon an alter built by the Nathrezim. No sooner had the unnamed child been nursed that she made her pact, uttering the only word of demonic that Serallia knew, "Hesskath," a word meaning weapon in the tongues of old.
In exchange for her gift, Serallia was made a Shivarra, while her son was damned to a life of pain, suffering, and corruption. As the years passed Hesskath was tortured, beaten, and infused with fel energies. His demonic master taught him demonic rituals while his keepers sated his lust for food and water with the souls of mortals and unworthy demons. Each meal, however, delayed his master's plans, slowing the course of the human's aging.
Hesskath did not sit idly by and bide his time. While his master was away he'd learned to feed upon his keepers, devouring their souls, and studying any magics or rituals within reach. Decades passed before he reached the age of fruition, and his power only grew with each passing day.
At last the day came for his purpose to be put in motion. His master woke him from restless sleep, dragging him into the ritual chambers of his temple. Before him an ancient circle of dried blood stained the floor. This ritual Hesskath knew well: one meant to steal the soul, the life-force, memories, emotions, appearance, and powers of any victim foolish enough to enter it. He was meant to use this on the human king, to take his place and dismantle the mortal world from within.
But what use is a weapon to its master when its purpose has been fulfilled? No: Hesskath had other plans. With flawless precision he completed the circle, down to the last symbol, adding his own small changes along the way. With this final rune he struggled, playing at incompitence, baiting his master.
With every failure his master's rage grew, while his eyes became blind to the alterations within the ritual circle. Howling and roaring at Hesskath, he moved toward him, reaching for his throat, yet: just as he passed the outer ring, the human slashed the final symbol, and shouted the incantation. At that moment the human became demon, and Hesskath became known as the 'Demon Prince'...
Thousands of years later, hundreds of demon worlds hunted out, Hesskath would at last find his way “home” to Azeroth (though his only memories of the place were those of his victims). A series of events and a chance encounter with a few of the planets heroes would eventually lead him to make a deal that would change his very nature, forever. Hesskath’s ultimate goal had always been to hunt down and consume Sargeras, himself. A daunting, possibly impossible task, to begin with, Hesskath had conjured up a plan that involved a dagger nearly as infused with the souls of as many demons as himself. A touch of Titan power would finish the piece enabling him to supposedly weaken the fallen titan enough for the Prince to be able to feed. The only hitch: the dagger was stolen from him.
In his attempts to recover the artifact, he ended up making a deal with an elven priestess named Kodienne that involved him serving as a guardian of Azeroth in exchange for its whereabouts. Bound to his word, a moment came that the group was overwhelmed by enemies and Hesskath was forced to summon up more power than he had ever wielded, before… power directly sourced from the Twisting Nether, itself. The power was so intense, in fact, that he ended up overloading himself, causing him to merge entirely with the energies, his thousands of demon souls fusing into one, his own mind shattering into the divided consciousness of every creature ever to make contact with the chaotic energies, both past, present, and future. In essence, he became a god… but one that can never again be a creature of a single consciousness, though his followers try desperately to keep him bound to the energies of his own soul, and to the avatar body they have created for him…
Theme song sampling (there’s more ;D):
Dos Brains - Born of Gods
Eon Sounds - Raktu
Epic Rock - Watch Them Fall
D8 - This is why I was Born