The exact origin of the Screaming Devil is a mystery to all but herself. Some say she was once the beautiful daughter of a wealthy merchant who angered the Triads.
1x Multipart 32mm scale Resin model
1x 30mm Base
Type: Squad commander, Unique
Model count: 1
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She was framed by the Triads and arrested by corrupt recruiters, then given the choice of a quick dishonourable death or join the Crimson evils. Other say she was once a master-thief caught red handed by her Lord and forced to don the mask as repentance. Whichever tale is true, the fact is that she excelled in her new role and was promoted quickly. During the battle for the Dragon Peninsula her squad was wiped out by the Wolfbanes while defending a fallen Kunshu Dragonrider. She stood alone, mask shattered by a glancing blow from a Warhound’s hammer. Blinded by her own blood she knew the finishing salvo was soon to follow. Her only option was to remove her mask, the one thing a Crimson Devil should never do. Grasping its edge she wrenched it away, ripping her entire face with it. Such unbearable pain! She involuntarily unleashed a terrifying scream, which coupled with her horrific appearance stunned the Wolfbane for a moment; that split second was all she needed. A pain fuelled rage overcame her as she shredded her stunned opponent. Then she charged towards the fallen Kunshu, all the while shrieking an otherworldly scream of pain and anguish, Any who came near her in those moments paid a heavy price for their stupidity. As she defended the fallen lord, the Imperial faction learned a new found respect for the Crimson Devils and specifically the bloodied, faceless, Screaming Devil. Yet, however valiant and honourable her defence of the Lord was, she had committed the most dishonourable of acts in removing her mask; an act for which she must be punished, as is the Mishiman way. Dragonrider and Devil looked at each other, an acknowledgement passed wordlessly between them. She picked up the Lord’s fallen sword and turned the blade towards
herself as she bowed her head. ‘Wait’ he said. They struck a deal, his life for hers, but hers was not to be a happy ending. She now leads her devils on a never-ending search for honour, an honour she can never achieve. She wears no mask, her faceless visage is mask enough. When she fights her wounds re-open and blood pumps from her ruptured face, she channels the excruciating pain, using it to strengthen herself...and she screams.
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