This is the story of my Drow a very troubled elf who has lived both sides of the world. I'm not the best writer in the world so please bear with me.
Zekafae's life and general overall background has been an enigma for many years. But there are a few elders and survivors who also survived the slaughters of the goddess wars that know Zekafae very well. Zekafae's family wasn't powerful in the drow society but held some minor respect the home was not far from Menzoberran at least in the oppinion of the survivors. True distance is no longer known due to the house's destruction but it is known that zekafae has survived that but also much much more. His family were always practicioners of the arts, his sisters like himself were the children of the matron mother whom was a powerful sorceress and practitioner of the dark arts. His father was an assasin trained in the arts of death and was known to kill a couple dragons with rumored his bare hands or just smaller blades. Zekafae's sisters took on different professions, one sister the eldest and named after her mother Kilena became a priestess and even was accepted into being one of the priestesses to enter the temple of their goddess. The other sister Mirvinarris became necromancer like her mother. The youngest sister Nesentlaere also took up the dark arts and Zekafae being the youngest of all the children was named after his father.
Sadly for the young drow the fates weren't kind to him as he was the family slave much to the dismay of his father. Zekafae suffered a fate worse than servitude he was the guinnie pig to his sisters and mother's dark arts. Their line was tied with the infernals from a relative of theirs his mother's great great grandmother being such a powerful practitioner of the arts enslaved a powerful infernal managed to control it do incredibly high levels and take its seed from its body and implant it within her self. She gave birth to zekafae's great grandmother and killed the infernal shattering its existance. This has been recorded in the ancient libraries of the city. The Rilynath house now held great power and the family was constantly working on it. Shadow magics which his father was just really learning to master with his arts. But zekafae was born with them and throughout the first hundred years of his life he was tested upon. Infernal magic, demonic magic, necromantic rituals and curses. Zekafae was a slave to then but in the meanwhile being trained in the body mind and soul to become much stronger to be able to bear this burden and handle the abuse. The family didn't realise that the tests were only strengthening him and making him more powerful unlocking the infernal blood trapped in his veins. When zekafae was two hundred years old his house was discovered and were performing acts that not even Lloth would approve of the arts were getting much more sinister and were seen as a threat. And of course the other side of the coin the followers of elistraeesae zekafae as a threat to them but some saw him as a possibly ally for the sheer hell he had gone through. In the chaos that followed Zekafae got ahold of a couple of his father's cheaper weapons and escaped but was stopped by his elder sisters before he could reach the surface. The priestess and the elder mage were standing in his way to freedom and his mind was made up he escaped the city he was finally free and now his own flesh and blood tried to stop him. It was clear as he stands today what happened, it wasn't much of a fight but more of a slaughter. Zekafae butchered his own sisters and actually overcame the curses dispelling them with his sheer willpower. Both sisters were left bleeding from multiple places. The ears, the nose, the mouth, even their eyes but the wounds they had were fatal. Some of the fellow Lloth followers found the sisters before they died and were told of the events. Zekafae was free and by now on the surface late at night. A new chapter was about to begin in this drow's life and it wasn't going to get any easier for another hundred years
Part two coming up. (breaking things down so its not a pure massive wall of text. Aren't I nice?)