A young raven haired girl lies smoking on a multitude of silk cushions. She takes a puff and blows the smoke in slow waves into the air. They seem to drift and make tired, sullen faces in the air, wafting up as they dissipate in the silk hangings above her bed. This is Belphegor, a demon of sloth and greed.

No matter where he is summoned, this is him as he appears, as if he wont go anywhere without his accoutrements, no matter how powerful the will behind his summoning. What a lazy bastard.


Belephegor was first dredged from the bowels of the pit, taken by the neck and thrown to the mortal plane for one purpose, His role as a demon was to sow discord among men and seduce them to evil through the apportionment of wealth.

He hid amongst humanity, in the guise of fat merchant who never seemed to leave his shop, secretly funding wizards and corrupting the greedy, but also flooding the city with charitable donations and giving money to the poor. The City, which shall remain nameless out of shame, became the wealthiest place around. The poor could afford food, farmers and merchants found their pockets full of gold, and taxes were light at the beginning. The King was happy and became sated, even his increased wealth would never be matched. Then came others into the city looking for the easy life provided by the wealth they had heard of, some with not so good intentions, crime increased.

With everyone finding easy wealth, the market value of goods began to increase to capitalize on those striking it rich, "If they have the money, I will gladly take it" was now the thought in everyone's mind; again crime increased. What had once cost a copper coin, now cost two gold, pilgrims and travelers from elsewhere could not find food or rest as the inns asked triple the going rate for a bed. The poor were now poor again as they could not even feed their own families on 20 gold a day.

The king was assailed by the requests for aid, a response to the growing rates, as he got wealthier by increasing taxes. War was the answer, that would get the people distracted, and would be an easier to spend money hiring armies and such then deal with the crisis. Mercenary armies were called for, the new gold sent far and wide, but the chests and bags were empty upon arrival. Accusations of thievery and treason flew, as did arrows into envoys returning with the grave news. The mass of gold which had flooded the streets began to disappear, mistrust and murders plagued the streets, the peasants drew together a plan to take back what they felt had been stolen by greedy merchants and the greedier King.

The lowly underclass rose up, and rioted, setting the market and shops ablaze and marching on the palace.
The guards soon joined the rabble when they realized there would be no payment for their service, allowing the mob entrance. They found the king in his counting room, hiding in a large chest, the room was empty except for it; it was not a good hiding place. He was strung up and over his balcony able to watch his city burn as he strangled to death.

In the marketplace at a large shop, silk awnings burned, papers of accounting flew upwards, and Belphegor snuggled in his blankets thinking of his return to the pit and with that he was gone.

Sorcerers will appeal to Belphegor to provide them with easy wealth or the ability to invent labor saving devices. He is wise and crafty, but will usually only give the sorcerer the easiest answer to their problem or just return home if the summoning spells are too weak to hold him to our plane. He doesn't struggle because what would that accomplish, and will almost never show his true power level except in defense, his magic is displayed as the next highest level he needs to dispel or destroy, never exerting himself to the limits of his power.

He hates long speeches, and will easily give up if it is not in his interest to continue fighting, he is not above bribery as that is a quick and painless way of getting rid of people. He has unlimited funds and items, and can destroy whole economies with his flood of easy money.

Special Equipment
Bags of Belephegor, masterwork silks and cushions of infinite comfort, a long smoking pipe, attendants of mist and shadow

Roleplaying Notes
Though quite beautiful in his regular form he can change appearance once summoned to this plane, and will beguile those who appeal to him. He has a masculine voice, which is strange in the female form he is summoned in.

He will never do a good deed without knowing that it will lead to disaster and his gifts are easily repealed or stolen back especially when they are needed the most.

If used in a world where knowledge of demonology is widespread his name is used as an insult, especially because of his need to travel with his accouterments.

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