Belphegor - A demon of Sloth and Greed
A new source of power and wealth - a new source of conflict and danger.
I have lost everything which is dear to me… I am… Lacrimosa.
The Dark Kind came to the world as conquerors. They failed. Now they are odd neighbors.
The Lord of Agony, He of Corpulent Pain
Life dies in my wake, sacrificing itself to my hunger
The Masque of Hunger
Nooo!!! Don’t… touch that….
"Ladies and Gentleman, Children of all ages! Welcome to my Carnival! You will see sights to behold, and things beyond belief! Some may frighten you, and some may shock you, but its all in good fun! Please, stay a while…and watch."
There are different sorts of demons in the world. Some are indistiguishable from normal people. Some are a little different, but pass initial scrutiny. And some are much more monstrous.
Every Court needs its servants…
A contract Made before Durmenthir is a contract kept.
"Whatcha doin? What for? How you gonna do it? I just wanna know. I wonder about a lot of things. Don’t you wonder about stuff? You do? I can help you, if you want me to. That way we can both know."
Small, ugly, bad tempered and of limited use, yet perhaps the most common of bound demons.
A demon’s kiss burns with lust and with shame. So do their secrets and their magic.
These creatures are foul things that prey on the weakness of loss. Their home society, and indeed, their home, in completely unknown, as all that have been found have been killed to out standards.
Be a good little prince and stop throwing tantrums of the Black Jester will get you and eat you up.
Words of many a Nanny and noblewoman
Caution: Graphic Content
Humans are very emotional beings, and feel things much more strongly than most other creatures. Sometimes, they feel things a little too strongly.
"I don’t like that one. He’s creepy. There’s something not right in the head with him. Course, I don’t much imagine that’s uncommon here, but he goes further than the rest of ‘em. I think he actually *likes* what they do to him."
"There are ideas that are so fundamental that without them, civilization could not exist. The most inviolate, the most important, is justice. If men do not hold rigorously to what is just, then society cannot live. I will not allow those who would ignore something so vital simply because it does not suit them to persist in doing so."
The restless shade of a terrible demon of an age long since dust.
The road has never been more than an overgrown mud track, little travelled and little cared for, petered out to nothing more than a flattened earthen line, barely distinguishable from the rest of the landscape. The soil is dark and fecund and dark oaks stand like sentinels at the forest edge, their branches high and leafy. From them hang grizzly human bones, skulls and shiny precious stones. Who put these strange totems there? Are they warnings? Do the PCs dare to take the stones?