In the beginning there was a flame. And from the smoke, God created the angels, among them Felix von Strauss himself. Of course, at the time, he was just Felix. Surnames aren't important to angels. But the name doesn't make the difference - Felix was always mad as a hatter. There's no doubt in anyone's mind that the smoke had become corrupt before he was born from it. Violence prone and psychopathic, no one was particularly surprised when he joined Lucifer's rebellion.
Now let's be clear on one thing. Felix didn't join the fighting because he was dissatisfied with management. Nor was it becuase he wanted to try his hand at ruling Heaven. He joined for no greater purpose than to satisfy his blood lust. Felix fought viciously and without mercy, earning admiration and fear from rebels and loyals alike.
When the war was lost, and those who rebelled ready to be thrown from Heaven, no one dared speak against God Almighty. Except Felix, who stared Him down and spat in His face, earning himself a second punishment.
Archangel Michael was the one who gladly ripped Felix's wings from his shoulders. The now-disfigured angel cackled, even as the muscle was torn from his back. Finally, bloody and broken, Felix was thrown from Heaven, mutating even as he fell...
As if it were possible, Hell and his fell left Felix more twisted than ever. Horribly mutated, he had become as from an angel as anyone might imagine. In retrospect, this probably suited the beast.
The promise of Eternity followed Felix wherever he went. For centuries he explored Hell's nooks and crannies, attacking humans and other demons at random, frustrated and angry all the time. It was during one of these demon fights that he earned his bone scars along his snout.
Millennia passed before Felix discovered music. Like the stories go, music did soothe the beast, and Felix's personality changed drastically as he mellowed out with his first instrument, a fiddle.
For the next few hundred years, fiddle music echoed in Hell's caverns, further tormenting the tortured, sometimes providing entertainment for other demons. Hell went through dramatic changes when Felix was one day, without warning, summoned to Earth, where he began a new reign of terror, starting with the children who had the guts to summon him in the first place...
Welcome to the Caribbean in the late half of the 18th century! There are many dangers here, from cannibals to pirates to girls with dark magic books. Four girls it was, the oldest no more than sixteen, who decided they had the power to both summon and control one of the denizens of Hell.
Well, the youngest was lucky enough to survive the encounter, at least. She was small enough to go unnoticed by Felix while he rampaged across the lives of the other three girls. By the time the townspeople had entered the room, they were far too late. All that remained was a bloody mess.
Commandeering a small boat from the town's harbour, Felix was soon away from the Caribbean, and the only obstacle in his way was a small hole in the boat's hull that went unnoticed until it was halfway beneath the water. By the time it was underwater, Felix realized that, lo and behold, he was unable to swim, and nearly drowned trying. His saviour? A ship bound for a Mexican prison, which would send him right to its patrons, marking him with a number burned into his arm which he still carries to this day.
Of course, he eventually escaped, and since then has been loose throughout North America. With the 1800s brought his remarkable talent on the piano, and with the 20th century, a network of contacts and allies, illegal barters and sources of income. At the present, he is nearly untouchable, physically, financially, or in law.
Back