Perfectly Timed Vengeance

Noxiss... Slave to the Demon King known as Voxxar. Every waking moment was servitude. His role, however, was one of stealth. He was ordered to report on the activities of the lowly demons and bring news of any kind back to the King, ill or otherwise. Bad news came with a swift and brutal beating. Most of the time, Noxiss could evade one or two swipes from his master, but if he skittered out of the way, the beating would get worse. Decades of subjugation instilled into him a cunning patience and an apt ability to hide within the shadows, as well as a festering hatred for authority. Whenever he could, he would take his frustration out on others, typically by fabricating some type of lie that he could whisper into the ears of sleeping victims. Over the course of time, his victims would begin to believe the insidious lies. One day, an idea formed in his devious little brain. It occurred to him that he could use these lies to maneuver himself into a position of power over Voxxar and end his reign, or at the very least release himself from bondage. His falsehoods started with the demons he kept watch over, and worked their way up to Voxxar himself. Careful to not be caught in these deceptions, he meticulously crafted misinformation that wound up leading anywhere but back to him. He was only the bearer of bad news. For the freedom that his untruths would bring, he would gladly take a thousand beatings. Painstaking diligence sowed his reward. A lie that Noxiss crafted involving regicide made its way back to Voxxar. The Demon King sought to kill a Lich monarch who was once considered an ally, but through Noxiss, was under suspicion of betrayal. Voxxar, having confidence in Noxiss sly words, confronted the Lich and attempted to murder him, disbelieving anything the Lich had to say. Noxiss observed the drama unfold, hidden in the shadows. Demon King vs Lich Monarch, exactly as planned. A terrible battle ensued, destroying nearly everything around them. Days passed and yet, they continued the onslaught. Eventually Voxxar claimed victory over the Lich, but was close to death, for they were near equal in match. Noxiss, being the patient, cunning devil he is, slipped from the shadows and held high the dagger that would end Voxxars life. Finally! He cackled with glee, I can be free of you forever! And plunged the blade into his former masters throat. With new found freedom, he stalked the Abyss until he could find a way out of that gods forsaken place. To this day, he wears a permanent grin for all to see.