Demon Lords

Masters of the Abyssal depths and undisputed rulers of destruction and evil. The myriad lords of the Abyss may be the weakest of the immortal powers individually, however they make up for this with their vast number and unpredictable natures. For every Archfae, scion or Prince there are a dozen Lords, each residing over their own layer of nightmares in the Abyss and commanding influence over their own sphere of concern. No two Lord are the same, some rule through intrigue, some through strength at arms and others through the power of their armies. One thing is certain however, each of these monsters are powerful beyond easy measure.

## Anxe

### Artifacts

Crown of Despair

The Lord of Loathing lives up to his title, hidden away in the depths of the Abyss he spitefully glares out at the mortal world, the heavens and even his fellow demons. Though a number of demons serve the Lord, most do so by force, having been bound to his command through dark and powerful magics.

Though not the mightiest of Lords by appearance Anxe is still nonetheless an intimidating figure, standing taller than most mortals, with a pair of tall horns making him seem taller still. His ashen skin breaks and cracks before sealing once more, like a lava field and from behind his back shadows spill from the tattered wings that carry him aloft.

## Abominous

### Titles

Lord of Corruption, Breaksteel, Third Pillar of Hatred

### Artifacts

Dragonsinger

Master of the of the Fetid Mire and Lord of Corruption, Abominous rules over his petty realm jealously and cruelly. Unlike most of his fellow Lords, Abominous takes great pride and pleasure in drawing in demons born of the essence of mortal souls rather than those born to the Abyss itself, he almost makes it an achievement that his host comprises of those that were once mortal.

At the heart of his realm Abominous resides, a vast and twisted spire of dragonbone and skin, long sinced turned to tanned leather in the ever present wind. Abominous delights in the form and idea of dragonkind, making notable effort to either corrupt or destroy as many as he is able. It should come as no great surprise then that the Demon Lord, in a twisted mockery of his favoured foe, takes the form of a dragon, though one bloated and rotten, his skull cloved in two down his elongated neck and three sets of boney wings drag him almost painfully though the air.

## Baphomet

### Titles

Lord of Beasts, Master of the Ivory Labyrinth, Father of Minotaurs, First Pillar of Hatred

### Artifacts

Aizerghaul

Self styled as the true master of the Abyss and arguably the most powerful of the Demon Lords, Baphomet enjoys a strange level of hatred and respect by all beings of the Greater Planes. Though not truly accepted as the grand leader of the Abyss, most of his fellow lords would be too paranoid of each other to truly band together to overthrow their unofficial master.

The Lord of Beasts rules from within the Ivory Labyrinth, a vast and maddening prison, library, arcanum and countless other uses. None truly know how large the marbled halls are, nor how many beings are trapped within, or if they are even aware of the fact they are contained within this vast prison. None who enter, be they mortal or immortal ever leave without Baphomet willing it.

The Father of Minotaurs is perhaps one of the most recognisable of the Demon Lords, his mark which burns upon his goat-like head, which in turn was stolen from Asmodai, has been used by cults the world over. Though almost spindly of limb and form, none would dare call him weak within his presence, lest they taste the crescent blade of his glaive.

## Brenhin

### Titles

Lord of Shadow, King of Flame, The Watcher in Smoke, Second Pilar of Hatred

### Hair

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A being of flame, shadow and smoke, Brenhin is a barely corporeal being, preferring to remain as an almost untouchable mass of ash and air. Many have been the creatures drawn to the great plotter, many have been those that have found their weapons simply passing through the cunning Demon Lord only for him to become solid just in time to lacerate their own flesh.

Ruling from a great castle of blasted stone within a hellish landscape of fire and smog, it should come as no surprise to those who find themselves drawn towards the ancient demon, that fire is one of his primary weapons, followed swiftly after by deception. To say the Lord of Shadow prefers to play the long game, whispering lies and manipulations into the ears of others would be an understatement. The list of those tricked and led astray for his own benefit grows by the year and where his ultimate goal ends none can truly say. Perhaps for the plotter all that matters is the plot.

## Doviculus

### Titles

Lord of Perversion, Tainted Coil, Emperor of Sin

### Artifacts

The Hydra

Few beings in the planes are more depraved, sickening and willing to commit horrific acts than demons, and even amongst them there are few still that can find taboos to break. Doviculus is one of these beings. Drawn to all forms of lust and desire, the Demon Lord has a horrific fascination and skill at pushing the worst out of people, then refining it until they are a monster of whoever they used to be, no longer caring for anything past their own pleasure, even to the expense of those that they had once considered their most trusted companions.

The Lord of Pervesion rules a realm befitting his ego and desires, a land of silks and vicious spiked hooks, where pleasure and pain are wrapped together in an intricate web of cruelty. In the midst of all this sits Doviculus on his throne of satin. Four great spiked horns reach out from his covered face, a bare chest displaying his many scars induced at the whims of both him and his depraved servants and held aloft by cloven hoof.

## Eliphas

### Titles

Lord of Treason, The Dark Apostle, The Inheritor

### Artifacts

Accursed Crozius

Lord of a vicious and bloody horde, Eliphas rule from the Sanctum Daemonis, a grand cathedral fashioned in mockery of the Divines. It is here that droning sermons leak their way into the mortal world, into the ears of waiting Helldeacons and foul, tainted incense fills the air with choking stentch enough to make any mortal gag.

Eliphas himself is a giant hulk, even by the standards of demons. He stands both taller and broader than any balor and is covered in thick reddish and gold armour of an unknown make or design. Ever close to hand is the Lord of Treasons weapon of choice and helm, crafted with only a singular pillar slot to see from and four large twisting horns making the monstrous demon even taller still.

## Malpas

### Titles

Lord of Death, Angel of the Dead, Mistweaver

### Artifacts

Reaping Sickle

Few beings take an intense interest into death, for the very nature of the spirit has a way of staining things around it, causing a walking wound in the world until it is properly purged. Fewer still immortals even attempt to understand the concept of death as mortals would understand it, to them it is only a temporary setback or the punishment for the arrogant and overzealous, not the inevitable fate of all things.

Malpas is not one of those beings, he was not only drawn to the unusual essence of death, but found himself entirely unaffected by it. His realm resembles a graveyard, a direct result of all the bound souls and creatures he has brought back from the Spirit Realm with him on his many journeys to understand the true nature of death and the dead.

Almost silent, the Demon Lord presides over his dark realm, fashioned in a form almost like that a funerary statue. Hooded and cloaked in grey robes and chained with black metal, the dread figure of the Lord of Death strikes fear into mortal and immortal alike, for whilst he is unaffected by the lands of the dead, they still leave a mark upon him that few can stomach.

## Nocticula

### Titles

Lord of Lust, Our Lady in Shadow, First of the Succubi

### Artifacts

The Lexicon of Paradox, midnight bolts of Nocticula

First of the succubus demons, lady of desire and Queen of the Midnight Isles, Nocticula enjoys a rare position of both fear, admiration and respect from her fellow demons and Lords alike. Few assassins in any plane can even hope to compare let alone match her feats, for even before she had ascended to the ranks of the Demon Lords many knew her name in hushed whispers as a being who could bring down a Demon Lord, and perhaps even greater foes.

Ambitious, cunning and tempered in equal measures, Nocticula long ago realised that she would not win the war by strength of arms and eventually even the most trusting Demon Lord would come to regard her as a threat which would result in utter carnation, so she began to establish something not seen in the Abyss before. In the city of Allushineera Nocticula began to create a vast crossroads between the Greater Planes. It is here that peoples of all planes, realms and walks of life can meet, mingle, trade and learn in relative safety, for whilst it is never truly safe in the Abyss none dare openly flaunt The Lady in Shadows law in a way that would ultimately lead to their punishment.

## Peskant

### Titles

Lord of Insects, The Similar One, The Great Devourer, The Swarm that Walks

### Hair

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There are few things as universally reviled as insects, though most for no fault of their own, there is one that fully earns its disgust. Peskant, the Lord of Insects rules over the Rasping Rifts, a broken tear between layers of the Abyss from which his vast swarms of voracious demonic insects spill out. Nothing is safe from their hunger, be it man or stone or steel, flesh and sinew are as equal to magic and will to the swarm.

Few willingly serve them, for the swarm consumes all sooner or later, though in truth he needs few servants. For Peskant is both the avatar and the mind of the swarm, the thousands of crawling, biting, buzzing insects wrapped in a tattered cloth which acts as a body is in truth just an extension of the vast swarm. One mind spread across a million million hungry forms. One body directing the hunger, hate and disgust that the swarm feels for all life, demonic, celestial or mortal.

Of all the Demon Lords Peskant is the most reviled, for whilst others may delight in torture, or the worst acts of depravity imaginable, they can still be conversed with, reasoned with, or defeated. The swarm cannot be reasoned with. The swarm cannot be conversed with. The swarm feels only hunger, and even the mighty scions fear the day that Peskant is able to truly make a push through one of the cracks of reality into the material world. For how does one destroy every single body in a swarm.

## Ubban

### Titles

Lord of Damnation, Fourth Pillar of Hatred, Herald of the Lichelord

### Hair

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For many in the western continent, Ubban is a name mentioned with dread and hatred. For it was by his actions and his invasion that the monstrous acts of the first Lichelord came about. Many fear the day that whispers of the Demon Lords return begin to be more than hushed whispers, for if that were to happen only a handful of things could have happened. Either the armour of the Lichelord, to which the demon was bound, had been found and destroyed, or the Lichelord had returned and bent his corrupter into service. Many a mortal and celestial rest easy, as the careful watch on the now barren and empty realm of Ubban remains a cold and desolate husk without its master.

## Yuri

### Titles

Lord of Frost, The Fallen Prince, Bearslayer

### Artifacts

Doomblade

Once, the Demon Lord was a mortal man, a prince even, beloved by his men, guided by the advice of his brother and strong of heart and conviction. It was ultimately this very conviction that led to his downfall, for Yuri was tasked with discovering the missing spirits which guided his people and so he set out into deep mountains and perilous valley in search of the bear spirits. In his journey legends say harder and harder choices were put before him, and slowly as with each footfall making his way northwards, a little bit more of his soul faded away. By the time he eventually reached the spirits he had sought out for so long, it was already too late for the now twisted prince.

A new Demon Lord was born that day, for though he did not survive his crimes, slaying the spirits and cursing his homeland twisted his soul with enough raw power that the Abyss thrilled at its newest champion. Now Yuri rules from within a frigid mirror of his damned homeland, standing taller than a mammoth, twisting horns wrapping his head in a cold flame and gripped tight in his mighty hand is the echoed manifestation of his accursed blade, once wielded in life to slay his brother and his spirits, now it has become the Doomblade, singing a winters chill for all who defy him.