Of all the various demons that exist, the Lohra are easily some of the most and repulsive to behold. Giant toad like things that stand at a height of five feet and gaze at everything with their horrid bulging eyes , they possess no front limbs and keep leaking excretement and other waste matter from a permanently gaping rectum. Sometimes in desperation, they will attempt to halt the flow with their ribbon shaped adhesive tounges but soon give it up, realizing that it is a futile endeavour. The only thing one could call remotely refined about them are the stylish black kimonos that they are invariabally clad in, and the elaborately carved masks that serve to conceal their grotesque features. Hewn out of willow, the latter are often carved into exquisite visages of beauty that might almost seduce a casual onlooker were it not for the eerily empty eye-sockets and fixed, hollow smiles.
These odd tendencies towards refinement and elegance stem from a bygone time when the Lohra were the most beautiful and elegant of demon kind. It is a lost age they remember with both pride and misery, paying tribute to that cherished period when all would gaze in envious awe upon them.
In the distant past, Hurasai, King of the Lohra, upset the mighty demon lord, Ukuhalrst or Ruler of the Desolate Shore, as he gathered with the other lesser demon lords to pay homage to their mighty overlord. Ukhuhalrts had just eaten a heavy meal and belched, just as he was about to praise his subject lords and nobles for their loyalty. This embarrassing faux pas was politely ignored by the other subject demon lords, but the waspish tounged Hurasai did not only refrain from whispering an impolite joke about the digestive problems of the Lord of the Desolate Shore, but also had the audacity to playfully speculate if it had something to do with his famous impotency.
Tragically for him, the keen ears of the Lord of the Desolate Shore picked up every mocking word of it. And he was not amused. With a roar that shook the cavernous audience hall to its very foundation, he cursed the arrogant king of the Lohra and his people, transforming them into the mishappen monsters that they now are. Then he cast them from Hell to the mortal relam since thay had shown themselves unfit to reside there any longer.
The Lohra now lurk in streams and rivers, daring not to leave them till the sun sets, for fear its merciless rays will scorch their soft moist hides. When night falls over the earth and smothers everything with its dark embrace, the Lohra hop out of their watery domain and begin calling out to children wandering along the river bank who have lost their way, in the sweet comforting voices of their mothers or grand mothers, tricking the unfortunate youngsters into walking slap bang into their slimy embrace. Village elders and story tellers say that the Lohra are sterile and need to abduct mortal children and use their sorcery to turn them into little Lohra in order to prevent their race from dying out.
There is one thing that can stop them from doing this to the children they capture though. The Lohra are extremely partial to rice cakes, formerly having enjoyed this delicacy in the mad halls of the demon relam. If a Lohra is offered one of these on the condition that he do anything and everything that the giver demands of him,he will greedily agree,heedless of everything but the delicious treat that awaits a mouth and stomach that have been forced to adjust to a tasteless diet of fish and frogs.
Thus, if a Lohra accepts such an offer from a child that he abducts, he finds himself compelled to let that shrewd youngster go. Never will he break his word, out of some misplaced fear that the sun will know of his treachery and burn his slimy green hide off his flesh should he attempt such a thing. Fire and loud explosions are other forces that hold great fear for the Lohra , scausing him to squeal and cower in abject fear if he so much as sees or hears a fire cracker go off. Truly, even a little child could makes this sad excuse for a demon his slave if he wished to. There are many who say that this has actually happened, with smart youngsters owning entire posses of grovelling Lohra slaves.
Any young child with the misfortune to encounter a Lohra, is immediately grabbed and swallowed by the demon. Passing out almost instantaneously through the gaping rectum, he undergoes a rebirth of kind as the monstrous transformation quickly overcomes him. The vile intenstinal juices of the Lohra have seeped into his skin, and now quickly proceed to leach his human beauty from him and replace it with their demonic essence, leaving him an exact replica of the abombination that abducted him.
Though unable to capture a human’s beauty for their own, all Lohra are determined to disfigure it wherever they see it. Hence their fondess for children who while young enough to mourn their lost comeliness and grow up into embittered adults that vow to inflict a similiar fate on others, lack the maturity and courage to abandon their new family and strike out on their own.