A Look Into Demon Culture

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There was a solemn silence held itself around a small pool of a black liquid that sat still as glass. A mirror absorbing all light. A slender form stepped into the pool, the ripples traveling only inches before dissipating. The feminine figure raised their hands to the sky, red light sparking from the tips of their fingers. They plunged forward into the pool, a female voice spoke out, “M’cl, ao iep’b, N hlm’g mjehrlg wn’lsl zgea oep he fnghr h’rni d’mpvrhlg ez gmhr…" An arm reached out, fingers flexed and contorted in agony. The rest of the body rose from the pool, hunched over, the black liquid draining off the materializing form. The translucent red form solidified, the aura of hair floated above it resembling flames.  "My child…" A look of malice flashed across H’zola’s face. "How do you feel to be alive?" 
demon-in-the-dungeon 
To rise from nothing into being was a thunderous shock. Her vision came slowly, a hazy gathering of images, a red blur and then the sight of dark scarlet lines pulsing beneath red translucent skin. 
Mother… Her voice was resounding and whispering, She lifted one hand and then the other, examining them, feeling her essence flex as she twisted her fingers. 
Mother, the demon tried again, what is…where am I?
botgd-eu-seqes 
“Oep re’al mgl, you are home child.” H’zola reached forward and caressed the disembodied form in front of her. “You are more beautiful than I could have imagined, my daughter… what is your name?”
demon-in-the-dungeon 
My name…
With her mother’s arms around her, the demon shivered and placed a hand over her own heart, then her throat as the words burned through her and spilled past her lips.
Nalaagura Ep’ha.
botgd-eu-seqes 
"Nalaagura… My beautiful daughter, keep your name safe. Trust only our family, to the world you will be known as The Warden." She brushed her hand down Nalaagura’s cheek. It burned and glowed beneath her touch. With her other hand she led her daughter into the main hall of the fortress. "You will meet the rest of your family later, until then, gather your strength. You are so fragile right now… I would hate to lose such a bright star…"
demon-in-the-dungeon 
The Warden glanced around, scarlet eyes narrowing, and she drew nearer to her mother, heart pulsing and light flooding through her veins. Family? Who are they…who are you?
botgd-eu-seqes 
"I am as your instinct tells you Nalaagura, I am your mother, H’zola Rnalath." She embraced her daughter closer to her. "You will meet your Father first, then your brothers and sisters. But we know it is best to wait, to let you feast and grow first." She gestured to three bound forms in the center of the chamber. "These cattle are here for you to quench your thirst for knowledge, to sate your appetite for emotion. Inhabit them and their minds, and gather your strength dear child." From the dim lighting you could see the humans eyes widen, the only reaction they were capable of in their bindings. 
demon-in-the-dungeon 
Nalaagura slowly tipped her head sideways and contemplated the humans, her infantile mind flicking this way and that as she reached out towards the nearest consciousness. The creature let out a cry and leaned backwards against her fellow prisoners as the Warden gushed into her mind, seizing every little sensory detail, every memory she owned, every image of the world she had lived in, and the recollections were so foreign and strange to the demon. She had no words for anything she saw, but then the creature’s vocabulary began to name the objects and places, and bit by bit, Nalaagura learned of her world. She sucked her dry of every emotion pouring through her veins. Right now the little female was thumping with adrenaline…fear, yes, that was the word. Pure, unfiltered, uninhibited fear.
The Warden savored it. Craved it. She wanted more.
She greedily devoured the thoughts and memories of the other two prisoners, who writhed their agony in turn. And the Warden only grew stronger with each memory. Her form grew more solid and a smile of ecstasy spread across her lips. What are these creatures, Mother?
botgd-eu-seqes 
"These creatures are humans, Nalaagura. A mortal race we share our world with. You can fill your mind with many more in due time." She chuckled, "It has been so long since I’ve seen such a young demon… Ah, do you desire more food? or would you care to continue picking these ones apart?"
demon-in-the-dungeon 
I do not think they have any more to give me. Nalaagura prodded over the last human, licking up the final morsels of the man’s childhood memories. Mortal…you say? They do not endure? They…die? She had discovered the concept within their minds but the idea was difficult to grasp.
"Yes, they fade from this realm in quick aggressive lives. They fall in battle, to disease, to age… It is a sad life, but somehow they manage." She looked at her daughters corporeal form. "Let’s get you some more food, you have much to learn of the world around you." Once again, H’zola grabbed her daughter’s hand and led her through yet another door, a blinding light hit them as they proceeded outdoors. "We keep the humans we bring in cells lining this building." She spoke as they entered an obsidian spire, a staircase wound it’s way around the interior of the building, in front of walls lined with cages. Many were empty, but there was still a large amount of humans stored here. 
Feb 1, 2015
Nalaagura tipped her head up in awe, listening to the hundreds of lamenting cries amid the desolate silence. Where do they come from? she said curiously, leaving her mother’s side a bit to bend down and look one of the old males in the eyes. He quaked with fear and shrunk back. Do you grow them?
Feb 1, 2015
"No, no, little one. Ah, that one, the female." She gestured to a dark skinned female cowering in a corner. "Consume her essence, and search it, you can find where they come from…"
Feb 2, 2015
The Warden reached for her mind more quickly this time and engulfed her, drinking her fear but also studying her memories more closely. She found an image of offspring and slowed down, playing their lives in reverse. There was a little male and an older female. Nalaagura watched as the mother was ripped from their arms by strange monsters, their cries ringing loud and sharp, and then her life resumed and the little male grew younger until—he was gone, the mother’s belly was swollen and pulsing with life, it grew smaller, smaller, until the night where—
Oh.
The Warden disengaged thoughtfully. So that is how they are created. How strange. She paused before adding, And they have…families, as I do. 
Feb 2, 2015
"Yes, although they are born of flesh. It is the reason for their mortality. We are born of the spirit, and are ultimately less fragile." She turned to the door as it was nudged open. "Oh, I didn’t realize you would already be bringing her he-"
"Leave us, Igl. Your presence is not yet required. If you desire parts, there are three humans in the antechamber of the throne room."
"Yes mother, apologies for the disturbance." The small form bowed out of the door. "That was one of your… sisters." H’zola ground her teeth together.
Feb 2, 2015
Sisters? Nalaagura peered around her mother. Do I have many?
Feb 2, 2015
"You have three sisters, two brothers, and two other siblings… You are the tenth member of our family."
Feb 2, 2015
She blinked, mulling the new information over as she pulled memories of a tall, shining city from a fair-haired male. And you and…Igl…and the humans are so solid. They feel different than me. She lifted her hands, noticing their translucency. I feel as though I am floating…
Feb 2, 2015
"Ah..." The Empress's spirit stepped out of her shell, a rainbow of colors swam through the air in her presence. "We are all as you are... But we inhabit physical forms, to help us interact with this realm." She gestured to the humans. "Not only can you use these vessels to drink, but you can use what's left of their bodies and minds as a tether to this world. But be weary, if your shell falls, you return to the void. That's why your sister Igl'th constructed us these bodies, they are less fragile than humans. You will have one of your own soon enough."