Lord Phineas

Lord Phineas is a Legendary Magic character in Watcher of Realms. Lord Phineas's role is Fighter. Faction: Infernal Blast.

On our Watcher of Realms tier list Lord Phineas is B tier, 139th of the 287 characters ranked, from where 4 current tier lists put Lord Phineas.

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"Someday I'll return for his other eye." -Wrath

In the shadowy depths of Tya's infernal underbelly, where power and treachery entwine like serpents, one figure rose from obscurity to dominance, his dark strategies earning him a seat at the highest of tables.

This is the tale of Lord Phineas, the Viscount of Flame.

Phineas was once a minor demon, barely scraping by in the lower echelons of the Infernal Blast.

Yet as Valderon gained infamy as the leader of the Chaos Dominion, Phineas foresaw a unique opportunity: By assisting Valderon's ascension in Tya, he could ride the wave of power that would accompany his rise, and moreover peel the Infernal Blast from under the boot of their greatest rival, the Nightmare Council.

Though it was a cunning plan, Phineas was not the first to envisage it.

For Wrath, Valderon's esteemed loyalist, and leader of the rival faction, had long since been positioning himself for that role, and had no intention of yielding it.

To Wrath, the Viscount was just another petty demon lacking the talent needed to ascend.

However, such a misreckoning would cost him is that Wrath had placed the dagger there in anticipation of the Viscount as he was tipped off.

The moment having arrived, Wrath emerged from the shadows with a dark grin and pounced on the thief, intending to end his reprehensible existence.

Caught completely off-guard, Phineas summoned every ounce of his cunning and fury.

In a desperate and calculated move, he drove the dagger into Wrath's side, twisting it to the hilt.

Wrath howled in anguish and proceeded to plunge his claw into Phineas' eye with a sickening crunch.

Aware that it was now life or death, Phineas' twisted mind snapped as he set himself aflame with the blade's black fire, and as the two writhed in pain, fully consumed by the flames of Valderon, Wrath loosened his grip just enough for Phineas to break free, bellowing madly as he vowed to one day finish the job.

Both incensed and impressed with his vileness of character, Valderon felt that Phineas had proved himself with sheer tenacity, mutilating his flesh with the dagger's flames in defiance of death.

Phineas had earned the respect of fellow demons and the Chaotic lord, but it came at the cost of his physical form, which was burned beyond all recognition.

Today, although he wears a bronze mask hiding his facial scars, his body remains charred-black, a reminder of the high price of admission to hell's inner circles.

The shards forged into this dagger were once his rope to climb to power.

Phineas would forever remember the searing heat when he gripped the hilt— Valderon's strength pouring into his charred body like wildfire licking dry timber.

He mistook it for favor, not realizing he was just another pawn.

The power of the Ancient God pulsed deep within the temple.

He returned from the shadows, stretching out a hand covered in burn scars, letting the darkness pierce his palm, wrapping around every inch of bone like thorny vines.

The bronze mask fell to the ground, revealing a face reforged by the hellfire.

When he turned to face the approaching Valderon, those eyes were no longer looking upward.

"You taught me how to wield the darkness." Phineas raised the hollowed eye socket, the emptiness surging with a chaotic power belonging to no god.

"But it will eventually devour its master.