Summoned by ritual and bound by hell's laws, these devils offer specific boons in return for equally specific costs. Some have persisted since the dawn of time. Others were shaped by their creator only in the last few years, in response to the changing times.
Slumbering within a prison of ice and snow, adrift in the oceans of the north, Gundrak dreams without end.
Lady Evica is one of the prides of the Hesayan Church--it shows that even monstrous, overtly sexual, colossal mermaids can be brought to worship in Iasu's light. Except not really.
The Leader of the Corpael Etasen maintains the appearance of a socialite trying to save the souls of humanity, but most definitely has other goals.
His faithful will devour the world
He had done it a hundred times, taken eyes. It was so easy by now, he rarely used a spoon or knife, but, with his own fingers, would pilfer those beautiful orbs from the skulls of the deceased...
Some of the gods worshipped in Teleleli and surrounding lands.
An optional pantheon of deities for your fantasy setting.
"Oh, yes, I know of him. That half-mad disciple of the Storm, you’d never think he was dangerous to look at him - until he pulls out those twin blades of his and screams in his high voice ‘Blood for the Storm God!’ - you wouldn’t think a pixie could make your blood go cold like that."
-Anatos One-Eye, speaking of Raziel of the Crimson Storm
As the world grows and changes, so to do the gods. One such creature is Verdichtung, Reaver of Steam.
Scale and bone and tooth and claw,
All are symbols of His law
Mourn not the fallen, sick, or weak,
They are His to claim and His to keep!
Who said Medusa are evil?
"Let death be not only merciful, but elegant."
The corrupted god of war, felled by the lost god of vengeance to his present pitiable state.
A contract Made before Durmenthir is a contract kept.
"I am all that’s left of an old, old religion. No one remembers my goddess anymore, except me. Please, do not intrude on my solitude and contemplation."
Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.
The Book of Hammerskjold
Blessed Yandrick, spare my herd from the Hoof Rot, and let the thieves and bandits seek elsewhere! Let my swine grow fat and strong, that they might be sold at market, so my children will have enough food this winter!
The Patron Saint of Beverages, Hang-Overs, Regrets
Cowardly maggots! Bow your thrice cursed heads and thank the goddess that you still draw unworthy breath!