Valon Eurynome - Prince of Nazrin
I will be more than this. I have to be.
When you first encounter Valon in the sun-scorched streets of Nazrin, you’ll notice the grin first—sharp teeth set in a perpetual menacing smile that never quite reaches his red eyes. His black skin seems to drink in the light, and the horns that crown his head curve like a dark circlet, a reminder of royal blood that offers no protection in a court built on brutality.
He is Sheol’gothan. Not a demon—that’s a human word, a human fear. Here, in his world, he is simply himself: a grigori prince with talent, ambition, and a very real understanding that both might not be enough.
Son of Sharess. One of many.
Valon is a prince of Nazrin, born into the court of Abaddon Tynan—a father who does not favor him, does not favor any of his mother’s children. He is grigori, which makes him weaker than most of his half-siblings, and he knows it. He’s watched older, wiser, more powerful brothers and sisters challenge their father. He’s watched them be torn apart.
He doesn’t look like his father. He doesn’t look like his mother, either. In his early years, that caused… questions. Whispers. His mother, Sharess, bore the weight of those whispers, and Valon has never forgotten it.
He is not the first of his mother’s sons. He is not the strongest. But he is talented, and he is determined, and he is beginning to understand that survival in Nazrin requires more than raw power—it requires cunning, alliances, and the willingness to become something greater than what you were born to be.
Who is Prince Valon
Valon wants to be more.
More than a grigori prince with no favor.
More than the son who doesn’t resemble either parent.
More than the boy who watched his siblings die for daring to challenge the throne.
But desire alone won’t save him. He is trapped between ambition and terror, between the need to rise and the knowledge that one misstep will end with his father’s hands tearing him apart.
So he learns. He practices. He builds alliances.
He survives.
And survival, in Nazrin, is the first step to power.
Red eyes, crown of horns, and a perpetual menacing grin; the prince is a terrifying sight at first. He is average height for a Grigori incubus – roughly eight feet tall. His skin is a deep and inky coal black, his voice deep and while certainly terrifying in the wrong situation, it can be quite soothing when he is engaged in normal conversation.
Valon is a study in contradictions—a prince who idealizes what he’s never truly experienced and catastrophizes what he holds closest. Despite his power and position, he harbors grand, romanticized ideas about the realm and the world beyond, often without the lived experience to ground them. His private chambers are filled with memorabilia (some forbidden) from a past he longs for but can never reclaim—remnants of a time before loss shaped him, before the weight of expectation crushed the freedom he once had. He walks a razor’s edge between arrogance and humility: intellectually, he believes himself capable of anything, yet he’s painfully aware that in practice, he would never be allowed to try. This tension fuels both his brilliance and his recklessness. He is chaos and longing, power and constraint, a prince trapped between what he could be and what he’s permitted to become.
Valon’s combat style is very situational, and though he likes to lead with his blade, where he is most dangerous is where his knowledge of magic is concerned. He imbues himself with the static magic of runes carved into his flesh, bonding arcana to his body and augmenting his prowess. Even without his magic and weapons, the prince has teeth and claws that he can use to devastating effect. This all is to say nothing of the determination that fuels his advance and holds him fast when cruelty is warranted and meted out. Headstrong and impetuous, it is not likely that Valon will back down from a fight put in front of him.
- Marrowblade: Valon possesses a bone blade embedded in his right arm that can be pressed out like a retractable claw—a deadly, intimate weapon that is literally part of him.
- Runecarving: Through runecarving, Valon augments his marrowblade, shaping it more like a sword than a spear of bone. He carves runes into his own flesh, bonding arcana to his body and enhancing his combat prowess with static magic.
- Augmented Physicality: Following the practices of the Temple of Aranicus, Valon’s physical capabilities have been adjusted and enhanced beyond natural limits.
- Arcane Adept: Valon possesses extensive knowledge of magic, most gained through rigorous study. His magical expertise makes him far more dangerous than his blade alone.
- Shifter Side Denial: Despite his heritage, Valon does not transform—he denies or suppresses his shifter side entirely.
Valon spends his time with...
Lord
Palus Bonicin
Best Friend, constant and steady companion. The kind of loyal supporter everyone needs.
Consort
Sharess Eurynome
Mother. Consort. She is the least favored of Abaddons consorts.
Princess
Settir Eurynome
Beautiful and beloved sister of a least loved son. Even Abaddon indulges her.
Abaddon
Tynan
Tyrant. Monster. Abaddon.
Combat
Valon's combat style is brutally adaptive—he leads with his blade but is most dangerous when wielding his extensive arcane knowledge. Headstrong and impetuous, he will not back down from a fight, augmenting his natural prowess with runes carved into his own flesh and magic bonded to his body.
Runebound Fury
Valon carves runes directly into his flesh, bonding static magic to his body and dramatically augmenting his physical combat capabilities.
Marrowblade
A retractable bone blade embedded in his right arm that can be shaped and extended at will, further enhanced through runecarving to resemble a proper sword rather than a shard of bone.
Arcane Supremacy
Valon's deep knowledge of magic makes him devastatingly effective in combat, capable of weaving spells and enchantments that turn the tide of battle when brute force alone won't suffice.
Where YOu Fit
The Prince epoch is only the beginning. As the story unfolds, so too will Valon—and the world he fights to claim.
Nazrin is tense. The failed coup of one of Valon’s half-brothers has left the city on edge, and the Abaddon’s court is more dangerous than ever. Valon is rising—not as a hero, not as a villain, but as a young prince trying to carve out a place in a world that would just as soon see him dead.
If you were in Sheol’gotha, where would you be?
- Standing beside him, one of the few he trusts?
- Watching from the shadows, waiting to see if he survives?
- Aligned with one of his siblings, betting on a different outcome?
- A citizen of Nazrin, caught in the crossfire of demon prince politics?
This is the world of Tales of Sheol’gotha. This is where Valon’s story begins.
Will you step into it?