The steward of Samael Thrushton III.
Devon Miller was a raw recruit some 38 years ago, when he was drafted during the second Civil war in Haelmgood at 14. Since he never had the kind of money patronage to become an officer, he rose to the rank of Sergeant and there he stayed.
Devon went on to survive the third Civil War, the first “War Of The Heavens” and several nasty rebellions that were put down before they could spark the forth and fifth civil war. He eventually reached retirement age, but found that civilian life ill-suited him, since he had been a soldier for longer than he had not been. He reenlisted as a cook, and was eventually assigned to Samael Thrushton the 3rd when Samael earned the rank of Second Lieutenant and gained the service of a steward.
Though Devon often rolls his eyes at Samael’s constant jovial arrogance and his often weakly justified actions “for the good of the corp!” he has since grown to like the idiot boy he was assigned to, and does his best to see that Samael doesn’t embarrass himself too much. Though he no longer carries the Halberd and Sword of his infantry days, he still knows how to fight and has taught Samael most of the dirty tricks that “gentlemen-like coves ain’t never learned.”
A running joke between them is Devon’s name. For years after he came into Samael’s service, samael referred to him by the wrong name. While this infuriated Devon, he never said anything, until upon reaching a boiling point he shouted “DEVON MILLER, YOU YOUNG FOP!” at Samael, scaring the boy half out of his wits. Since then, Samael occasionally refers to him by the wrong name in jest (mostly) which generally results in his supper being late and of a poor quality.