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Aai

Lineage: Chorifa / Anapyxi / Phormetis
Title: The Slate
Author: TheHoverpope

Hollow men, mannequins that copy those near them and then kill their masters.

Achristos

Lineage: Chorifa / Dikos Mou / Shoggoleth
Title: That Which Remains
Author: TheHoverpope

A victim of Shoggoleth, the end result of cutting away anything unessential to your desire.

Adrymne

Lineage: Adorjan / Jacint / Gumela
Title: The Sleepless Scour
Author: Sindaen

The typical Adrymne consist of ten million iron ants, each twice the size of a flea. If they choose to become one being, the ants coalese into an amorphous humanoid shape made entirely of rust and thriving ants. The Adrymne love nothing more that to erode things of beauty and usefulness, and are a constant plague in the Demon Realm. When summoned, the Adrymne can easily devour 2,000 lbs of common metal or stone in an hour, leaving only rusty flakes or a mound of dust. They can also build trenches or underground tunnels large enough for a man to walk straight five miles in just a day. If commanded to do so, the Adrymne also can consolidate to form a bridge, or a chain made of small iron ants. The Adrymne never sleep.

Agata

Lineage: Cecelyne / Orabilis / Florivet
Title: the Beauteous Wasp
Author: White Wolf

Amphelisia

Lineage: Adorjan / Jacint / Gumela
Title: the Teakettle Courtier
Author: White Wolf

Angyalka

Lineage: Adorjan / Jacint / Zsofika
Title: the Harpist
Author: White Wolf

Antip

Lineage: Kimbery / Fastred / Loreli
Title: Sailors on a Sea of Bile
Author: DariusSolluman

The Antip are an ancient people, plying their ships of brass and bone across Malfeas' oceans and riverways. They are all accomplished sailors and oarsmen, far surpassing any mortal at the task of piloting any craft that travels over the waves. Each one is stunted and horrific- a hunchback, tailed, with one eye as large as a saucer or open wounds that never close. They claim to be searching for something they have yet to lose, and when it is found they will hide it from themselves, but in the meanwhile they act as both the navy and the commerce bringers that help tie the demon hosts together under a single banner of trade and travel. For Malfeas is always growing, and beyond the edge of the map there be monsters.

Ashteri

Lineage: Oramus / Xerysis / Oshymitus
Title: the Hissing Intrigues
Author: Dimitryi

Occasionally, during Oshymitus' spying, those being watched, paranoid themselves, spot the capillary-eyes and cut them from the body of the demon from which they spring. These dismembered pieces of Oshymitus sometimes grow into Ashteri, blood-red snakes whose hissings spread ideas of imaginary conspiracies, plots, and schemes to those unfortunate enough to hear them. On very rare and ominous occassions, Ashteri rain upon the city of Malfeas from above, and the schemes they place in the minds of demons lead to catastrophic events for years to come.

Axvus

Lineage: TheFieldsOfRotAndSorrow / Adrigor / Durgenil
Title: The Thousand Cutpurses of Decay
Author: EwindaleMoss

Axvus are often seen as the crows that fly from one end of the Fields to the other, hunting for corpses to pull the flesh from. They are swift, silent, and thorough. Even those that aren't completely dead yet may find a beak full of their back or an unguarded eye being plucked from their body and carried back to the toothy pits of Adrigor for consumption. While cats will always see an Axvus for what it truly is, these demons are called upon when a sorcerer needs something of value stolen from a rival. In Creation, they are soft-spoken and androgynous young humanoids with eyes of midnight that leave feathers wherever they walk. While the Axvus is always happy to ply its trade in Creation, it requires a full-size dead human to eat beforehand or else it may grow inattentive and stray from its task.

Baatyr

Lineage: Kimbery / Fastred / Theda
Title: The Grief Without Warning
Author: DariusSolluman

Stop. Remember your loss. Feel the pain and heartache wash over you again, feel the wound as fresh and raw as the day it was dealt. Now look carefully, and see if you do not find a tiny dagger of brass, no larger than a flea, embedded in your flesh. That dagger is one of the Baatyr - they travel in swarms through Malfeas, flying through the air with a high pitched, thin whine that rises like a flood when they move as a flock. To be pierced by a Baatyr is to have old and healed wounds torn open afresh. Eventually even the strongest succumb if the Baatyr is not stopped- the constant reminders of pains and regrets drive them to seek madness or death as a simple relief from the agony.

Bhefelsa

Lineage: Tharalstrazix / Jarlastran / Txil Mahautztli
Title: the Hooded Attendants
Author: Han'ya

The bhefelsa are small, no more than four feet in height. Their skeleton is configured in such a way that hey walk perpetually stooped over. They garb themselves in robes woven of their own threadlike excretions. In form, they are something like a small child with slick skin the color of mummified skin, with foot-long tentacles extending over their rudimentary mouth-holes like a beard. These tentacles are coated with small hairs like those of the gecko's feet, allowing them a fantastic grip on absolutely any solid. They attend to the welfare of Txil Mahuatztli, carving his words into their flesh, informing the other souls of their lord's will, polishing his globe, removing broken or clouded tiles and tending the gaps with unguents derived from their blood. They are of little use to sorcerors, for they wail piteously and wither in despair when forced to leave the presence of One Revealing Amidst Black Towers.

Buabele

Lineage: SheWhoLivesInHerName / Hepyrtace / Mastihos
Title: The Jeweled Blood Fruit, Progeny of the Unrelenting Crimson Mask
Author: Lucy4Luvzu

Caroshi

Lineage: Chorifa / Anapyxi / Anetessa
Title: With the Bladed Hands
Author: TheHoverpope

Torturers of men created by Anetessa to convince victims of the need for his services.

Cervella

Lineage: Adorjan / Jacint / Zsofika
Title: The Heartbeat Drummer
Author: Sindaen

The Cervella appear as imposibly large, bestial women, standing over 12 feet tall with oily black skin adorned with red runes painted all over her body. Her eyes are sharp, deep green but blind and collars made from human bones and teeth hang from her body. The Cervella always carries a drum made from human skin with her and a drumstick made from the bones of a pelagic whale monster that has never truly died. The Cervellas exist only to play to the rhythm of the Silent Wind' heartbeat. Her music is powerful and primal and escorts Zsofika¥s Celebration, and creatures of bestial nature gather when they hear they play. If summoned, the Cervella can break the rhythm of anything, making the raindrops dance madly or disrupting the coming of spring. In their presence, all things, beast and men slowly fall to the embrace of their drumbeat, and time itself flows oddly, ebbing to the eternal beating of the heart of Adorjan.

Chittum

Lineage: Kimbery / Persine / Mokol
Title: The Teeth of the Sea
Author: StalkerofShadows

When Mokol devoured the first creature to dare to attempt to steal from Perseine, his blood scattered throughout the seas. Some of the blood was eaten by fish, and it transformed them into the Chittum. Although the blood was not from Mokol, his touch had infested it with his jealousy. However, the Chittum believe that blood is the most precious treasure, and seek to collect it for their own. These creatures can often be found in the depths of Kimberry, following in Mokol's wake. They are sometimes summoned to Creation when the blood of a treasure diver is spilled by a sea creature.

Chrysogona

Lineage: EbonDragon / Erembour / Makarios
Title: the Crying Woman
Author: White Wolf

Corosime

Lineage: Cecelyne / Verthan / Ataranta-Etana
Title: the Storm-Borne Glories
Author: Kalisara

Whirlwinds of glittering dust, blowing from Ataranta-Etana when the wind scours her copper skin, the corosime desire only to dance. They are not fond of the city but are often seen twisting and spinning in the Endless Desert, sometimes accompanied in their dance by gilmyne and barra-kith, and are beautiful to see. Dancing with a corosima, wrapped around by its shining coils, a summoner can travel more swiftly than the fastest racehorse, but at the price of a skin left raw and bleeding from the abrasion of metal dust.

Csyvel

Lineage: Adorjan / Sazakya
Title: The Ivory Hearder, Messenger Soul Of The Storm Of Wrathful Winds
Author: Sindaen

Each time The Storm Of Wrathful Winds changes direction, the lightning locusts that live within her intone one verse from The Omninous Chant Of Destruction. Their humming calls forth thunder, and is the mission of Csyvel to tame and herd this thunder riding his ivory dragon. Csyvel himself has the shape of a massive dreadful old man, wearing a cape of frost and with his pale but muscular body ornated with the thousand names of thunder, like an old northern king. He wears a white long cape that bites the skin on his back. He has a pair of useless bone wings that have been long eaten by the locusts, and he tames lightning with a mighty iron trident. Csyvel rides a big white ivory dragon called Rhozva, that looks more like an giant undead eel with insectoid claws and eyes. When summoned in Creation, Csyvel leaves his duty unattended, and the lightning-song of his mother causes great destruction in Malfeas. When Csyvel reaches Creation, his hair crisps and tingles with while lightning and things of earth scowl at his presence. He is a mighty warrior and knows how to call forth storms, for their counterparts in creation were shaped after her mother. Csyvel has sometimes ride into the far reaches of Malfeas, sending Rhozva during Calibration to steal a mortal woman for him. For the entire Air Season she is raped by Csyvel and kept in Rhozva¥s womb. After the season of Earth has passed in Creation, the woman, now pregnant is devoured from the inside by a myriad of pale locusts, her name now belonging to Csyvel and the hunger of the locusts stops for one full month.

The Decanthrope

Lineage: Malfeas / Ligier / Gervesin
Title:
Author: White Wolf

The Ember-Born

Lineage: SheWhoLivesInHerName / Geneth / Khsiret
Title:
Author: Quendalon

These clouds of powdery ash drift about of their own accord, as if on an unseen wind; their ardor varies with the light, such that they settle into dormancy in dark places. They absorb all forms of energy and take it into themselves, so as to glow red with heat, blue with lightning, or green with Ligierís light. When so charged, an Ember-Born may set things afire and feed upon the smoke, taking the burnt thing into itself. On occasion, they feed on life or matter, leaving behind a warm corpse or a wisp of ash, but they prefer to devour ideas, perceptions, memories and dreams, stripping these things away from those they engulf.

Emputhanei

Lineage: Tharalstrazix / Temozarael / Kubriya
Title: the Winged Choristers
Author: Han'ya

The emputhanei are Kebrael's twisted attempt at beauty of form. Like the geshuggin, they feel no fear, but love, hatred, and pain are by no means alien sensations. They take the form of red-haired, early adolescent female human children, with their arms replaced by snowy white wings. The upper halves of their faces are concealed by iron masks, and their eyes burn with hellfire. Their mouths are filled with delicate fangs, and they cannot speak except in birdlike caws and croaks. Their feet are tipped in long obsidian talons, and they can heal from wounds supernaturally fast. They are unquestioningly loyal to their lord, and will obey any of his dictates. The song they sing when given any quantity of gold is heartbreakingly sweet and otherworldly, but it pales in comparison to the songs they can produce when fed pure orichalcum. The melodies produced are otherworldly in their beauty, filled with aeons of pain and sorrow and longing to be free. The terrible sadness and awesome madness contained therein has been known to break the hardest hearts and shatter the strongest minds. They cannot abide the gleam of steel or the sound of glass breaking, and can be called into the mortal realm by the wails of a newly orphaned child.

Eristrufa

Lineage: Kimbery / The Tide That Knows No Life / Kimbery's Dawn
Title:
Author: White Wolf

Fasherai

Lineage: EbonDragon / Echthros / Trespan
Title: the Cast-Off Revelation
Author: Mockery, FourWillowsWeeping

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Ferimur

Lineage: EbonDragon / Marsilion / Alioth
Title: the Evanescent Journeyman
Author: Quendalon

These swirling ribbons of reddish-black fog coalesce into manlike shapes with long, delicate fingers and scarlet eyes. They fashion the metal and stone of the demon realm into cunning forms, constructing blades and tools, talismans and ornaments, always working a measure of their own substance into their creations. For all of their skillful craftsmanship, such devices bear the curse of the ferimur, bringing dark moods and ill fortune to those that bear them. Eventually a ferimur invests the last of itself in an item, and ceases to be; but when one of its creations is used to kill, a new ferimur rises from the blood shed thereby.

Ferthan

Lineage: EbonDragon / Echthros / Sossurl
Title: the Marble Steed
Author: Mockery

Sometimes, there are no walls that Sossurl can build, and at these times he strikes at the stone in his hand with his trowel. The block cracks, and from within comes a six-legged foal that grows to maturity in a week. No Ferthan can walk along a field or a desert, or any place that does not by its nature divide one place from another. To do so will kill it instantly. The horse can, however, walk along any dividing line with ease, whether it be a road, a river, a fence, or the empty gap of a canyon.

Fetch

Lineage: SheWhoLivesInHerName / Munaxes / Stanewald
Title: the Blasphemy in Robes of Flesh
Author: EotBeholder

Skin-wrapped priestesses, one part demon cult leader and one part heavy artillery.

Fillax

Lineage: EbonDragon / Echthros / Kassat
Title: The Wondrous Butterfly
Author: Mockery

There are times, even under the green sun of Ligier, where pure white light pierces Kassat, and in the space of a few seconds, she births through her mouth a caterpillar the size of a dog. With its creation, Kassat chooses a thing that it admires, and at the next calibration, it metamorphoses to resemble this: a sword, a man or woman, a tree or other demon. The Fillax has nothing but adulation for that which it resembles, and will seek it out in Creation, if it has the chance, and can be told apart from its original only by the prismatically-hued wings it sports that can carry it anywhere. However, if its perfect image of the original is cracked, if the original changes in any way from how it was at the Fillax's creation, if it is scarred, if it learns or changes its mind, love withers and turns to hate, and the Wondrous Butterfly will do its utmost to destroy the original, even though it, too, will die in the process.

Firmin

Lineage: EbonDragon / Erembour / Alveua
Title: the Needlemaker
Author: White Wolf

Forge Daughters

Lineage: Ghroth / Mageddon / Balseraph
Title: spawn of the Metalsmith
Author: Nero's Boot

Balseraph is a maker and a builder, for such was taught him by Autochthon in days of yore and legend. But not all things he makes are intentional, and not all are loved or cherished. Of all the creatures that dwell in Creation, only cicadas dwell also in Malfeas. Mad in cacophany of noise, Malfean cicadas are drawn to the Metalsmith, for they sense he can make more of them. As Balseraph works his forge, sparks fall onto the ground, and the cicadas eat them, becoming Forge Daughters, a fusion of beautiful human woman and insect. Like their father, who hates them, Forge Daughters are makers and builders; but from their father's hate comes imperfection, and nothing the demon-cicadas make will endure past one night. This drives the Forge Daughters to urgency and despair, which the Metalsmith revels in.

G'Brogassmir

Lineage: TheFieldsOfRotAndSorrow / Tulchinary / Ratex Il
Title: The Bloodborn
Author: EwindaleMoss

The never born children that Ratex Il steals away from her victims are not committed to the realm of the dead. No, not at all. Instead, they fester and bubble in the clotting womb of Ratex Il and are born the G'Brogassmir. The children of Ratex Il are born with all the splendor of their sires. They beam the radiance of a hero, their strength and beauty the things of legend in the realm of Creation. And yet, once one begins to look more closely, their feet are cloven hooves and they hide mule ears beneath their flowing hair. Like her father, Ratex Il too is incapable of former glories and all the G'Brogassmir are sterile mules who blazing glory fades the longer they are exposed to air. They regain their beauty by bathing in their mother or in a foe's blood, and so are frequently challenged any who will listen to a duel for fear of growing powerless.

Geranosi

Lineage: EbonDragon / Erembour / Gruidtsuru
Title: the Broken-Winged Crane
Author: Wordman

An alternative to the more involved version of this book of evil spelled out by FourWillowsWeeping in the Oramus entry, these demons are twisted and corrupt shadows of their creator, embodied in books. What's more, they know they are flawed, that their only hope of being made whole is to bring a reader, the more powerful the better, home. They lack mobility and voice, but when their knowledge is inevitably accessed, most will introduce their reader to Gruidtsuru, one way or another. Others hate themselves and their maker, and will connect to another demon out of spite. Still others have been usurped and converted to serve other masters.

Geshuggin

Lineage: Tharalstrazix / Temozarael / Kubriya
Title: the Masked and Unfeeling
Author: Han'ya

The geshuggin are almost physically identical to humans at surface inspection. They are completely uniform in body and mind, no two any different. Even the weapons they bear are borne by sheer coincidence and their lord's fancy. Any identifying markings are not removed, but are ignored nonetheless. All are exactly seven feet tall, inhumanly brawny, and wrapped in strips of white material like a cross between paper, kidskin, and silk. This material is often stained with their black blood, and serves as bandages for the many wounds they suffer. Geshuggin do not feel pain, do not have any discernible emotions, and do not seem to forget. They have a sense of smell like a wolf's, never tire, do not breath, and cannot speak. Their faces are concealed by smooth white porcelain masks that cannot be shattered by even the mightiest blows from mortal weapons. They will continue to fight even if their ribcages are ripped open, and will not suffer being restrained, doing whatever they must to be free, even tearing their own forearms and shins off when crucified, the one thing they fear above all. They usually fight in groups, but do not use group tactics. They are simply a mass of individuals with a common purpose. They take no orders, not even if magically compelled, unless they are commanded by a servant of Tharalstrazix, human, demon, or Infernal.

Gilmyne

Lineage: Cecelyne / Orabilis / Lucien
Title: the Dancer at the Saigoth Gates
Author: White Wolf

The Hopping Puppeteer

Lineage: Adorjan / Jacint / Gumela
Title:
Author: White Wolf

Hulg

Lineage: TheFieldsOfRotAndSorrow / Tulchinary / Prex Il
Title: The Spiteful Burrowers
Author: EwindaleMoss

The Hulg are those unfortunates who plunge within Prex Il's depths to reach their foes, only to be gutted by her waters. The eyeless skins that emerge afterwards appear as they did in life barring their now blood-red eyes. In silence, they take pick or shovel or claws to the banks of Prex Il, ever widening their mother's banks. They are called upon by those seeking treasures on riverbeds or those wishing to speed up the creation of irrigation systems. Their work is often flawed however, unless the summoner pays close attention, for the original soul is never fully suppressed and will hide flaws in their until their duty has been completed.

Husermus

Lineage: Tharalstrazix / Jarlastran / Txil Mahautztli
Title: the Air Illumed By Dreams Of Words
Author: Han'ya

The husermus are the flowing atmosphere of Txil Mahuatztli's chamber. The fact is that the great white orb is not in fact awake, but rather dreaming. He is occupied with looking into the soul of Jarlastran, and does this by dreams, which (a school of thought holds) are the mind sorting itself out and cross-referencing information. The truest picture of one can be gained from their dreams, so Txil Mahuatztli dreams and speaks in his sleep. The bhefelsa record his words, and the husermus absorb them, the light and the words in the light accruing in them. The husermus can be summoned and commanded to disgorge the contents of their minds. Their spiritual metabolism converts the light into sounds and images comprehensible to other creatures, if only with some difficulty. A glimpse into the mind and memory of a Third Circle demon can be a powerful thing. Great secrets and great insights could be gained. Great horror and madness as well.

Itafiera

Lineage: EbonDragon / Erembour / Alveua
Title: the Rhinestone Cricket
Author: GoldenCat and Greymane

Also known as the Demon of Dramatic Cues, Itafiera's resemble small brass crickets encrusted with glistening, but ultimately valueless gemstones. Few who go to the demon city (and live) realize that the countless numbers of wind chimes dangling from the windows and doorways and other, nameless portals are actually the larval form of an Itafiera. Itafieras are prized in Creation by mortal performers and acting troupes, for they are masters of producing exactly the proper sound or music to fit the moment. They rub their tiny legs together and produce heroic fanfares, sorrowful violin strings, and even the roaring crash of battle. That music enhances dramatic feats and people, spurs the drama in motion, and even at times warns its allies of misfortune before it strikes.

Jasperid

Lineage: Malfeas / Ekrasios / Jolenta
Title: the Precious Serpent
Author: FourWillowsWeeping

These serpents of Malfeas are made of agate and onyx, and have triple-forked golden tongues. There are three kinds: day serpents, twilight serpents, and night serpents. The day serpent's venom makes its victim turn to fire in sunlight; the twilight serpent's victim fades away when he steps out of shadow, and the night serpent's victim turns to black ice in the darkness.

Jwan

Lineage: Kimbery / Fastred / Theda
Title: They Who Seek Life-In-Death
Author: DariusSolluman

The Jwan are farmers and peasants, scratching out a living against Malfeas' pulpy soil and blood rich rivers. They can be found almost everywhere, scurrying like the ants they resemble- each covered in a black resin shell, clacking mandibles and claws of bone tearing the ground apart. Although their crops are bountiful, few off the demons have not grown sick of the fruit rich with the Yozi's essence or grain bowed heavily with his hair. The Jwan themselves claim to seek the Life-In-Death, the fruit that brings even the dead back to life; to what purpose, they will not say.

Kalevala

Lineage: Thari / Halkomelem / Euskarra
Title: the Child who Births the Mother
Author: Mockery

When it is Calibration, all of Euskarra's hands fall from him or herself, and the tiny bits of foil build up until the dawn of the first day of the Calendar. At this point, Euskarra pulls himself free and leaves behind a cast of himself, and this cast becomes the Kalevala. The body, massive and multicolored from so many metals, is silent as the grave, and does as it is told by either Euskarra, or whoever has summoned it. It is a little-known secret that the Kalevala's birthing wound never truly heals, and it may open this to hold its summoner inside itself, and be controlled from such a position as if it were a warstrider of no little strength.

Kayabi

Lineage: Thari / Halkomelem / Gobasi
Title: the Tenebrous Amphibologies
Author: Translucidity

Each puff of smoke enjoyed and expelled by Gobasi joins the indispersible haze about him; where the fumes of three lost texts are commingled, the air takes on an oily iridescence. This is the birthing of the Kayabi, whose indistinct forms exist to distinguish others. To look upon three Kayabi dancing is to see the invisible within them; seven, an echo of what has passed from the world; thirteen, the foreshadowing of what may be. Yet within each glimmering revelation is three more, and a truth hides in all and none of them.

Kerumath

Lineage: EbonDragon / Echthros / Oskilla
Title: the Lastling Road
Author: Mockery

The Kerumath is unassuming, a grey bird the size of a sparrow that flits from branch to branch and shakes itself fussily. It has a fondness for birdbaths. Like many demons of the first circle, though, this creature is intelligent, very much so. As long as one listens to it, they shall prosper in their endeavors. Business shall be brisk and profitable, skirmishes will fall in their direction. Unfortunately, while their chosen one proceeds to gain profits, every good thing that comes is counterbalanced by a misfortune that strikes a loved one. Jade and silver pours into his own coffers, and those around him become sickly, destitute, and die, until all that is left is a mighty lord standing alone, and the Kerumath leaves the man to his fate.

Lehali

Lineage: Thari / Halkomelem / Tremembé
Title: the Gold-Dust Golem
Author: FourWillowsWeeping

Whenever Tremembé strikes one of his drums, a puff of gold dust issues forth. This dust gathers itself together and joins the lehali; when they have enough, they make another of themselves. A lehali is a man of wax, impregnated with this spiritual gold; he always has more arms and legs than he needs. When circumstances require, they can melt themselves and move fast as flowing water, or break off small pieces and make homunculi to perform small, simple tasks.

Longrenhimm

Lineage: Tharalstrazix / Temozarael / Emicrade
Title: the Scissor Men
Author: Han'ya

The longrenhimm keep to the shadows of Malfeas, for their kind have an emnity with Ligier and his offspring whose root cause is not spoken of. They are over six feet in height, and resemble men only in the vaguest sense possible. What they really call to mind is a gigantic ostrich with chainsaws for skin. Long-necked, with hooked steel beaks and thousands of tiny blades on chains that never stop writhing and clicking along covering their metal skeletons and crackling green life-force, they are heralded by a clicking noise like knucklebones on a tiled floor when they are calm, and a fearsome shrieking when angered or fearful. They love the scent of fear, and as such are given to tormenting and toying with their prey before moving in for the kill, inevitably near a very public place, into which they will usually toss the corpse after savaging it and feeding. They can be enticed into service by the promise of fear and savage violence. As creatures which inspire fear, they are fearful themselves, even cowardly. If one is demonstrably more powerful than a longrenhimm, the creature will not disobey or attack them unless ordered to do so by either their summoner, a more powerful demon, or someone yet more powerful than the person in question, or unless they think they can get away with it.

Luminita

Lineage: SheWhoLivesInHerName / Munaxes / Octavian
Title: the Deer That Hunts The Man
Author: White Wolf

Marcule

Lineage: Oramus / Remondin / Esprevere
Title: the Raucous Agonists
Author: Translucidity

Primitive men of verdigris sprung from the passing of Esprevere through Hrotsvitha, the Marcule's will is to strive against their surroundings. Within every moment, the world strikes flakes of tainted metal from them, and between every moment they find a new path down which to grow in their struggles. The touch of their tarnished flesh is agony upon mortal skin, as it strives against their fragile nature; few survive, but those few are remade ever stronger until the spark of mortality is driven from their brazen flesh, and they join the ranks of the Marcule.

Massassi

Lineage: Malfeas / Ligier / Azimer
Title: The Formless Forms
Author: DS

When the Primordial War first began, Ligier sought some means of fighting against the Exalted. He is not Autocthon, and could never create Exalted Shards; but he did unleash the Massassi, crafted of the Hollow Knight's own flesh, blood and bone. The Massassi themselves have no more substance than a shadow; however, they are adept at taking control of a human host. Some cultists summon them and willingly allow themselves to be driven by the Massassi, vicariously triumphing through its strength; some Exalts use them as spies without compare.

Merodui

Lineage: EbonDragon / Echthros / Trespan
Title: the Tangled Whispers
Author: Mockery

There is something else that Trespan is known for making: just as he tears his own eyes from his face to bring himself into sanity, the last wordless hiss that emerges from his throat as he descends into madness also takes form as one of his offspring. A Merodu manifests as a crimson tangle of thread that moves by extending part of itself from the tangle, only to form a new knot several yards away. One can be cajoled into untangling itself, and may even allow itself to be woven into some article of clothing, a shirt or cloak. There, it will mutter to itself and its wearer, telling lies and half-truths that they both wish to believe.

Metody

Lineage: Malfeas / Ligier / Gervesin
Title: the Malfean Elemental
Author: White Wolf

Myrriah

Lineage: EbonDragon / Echthros / Oskilla
Title: the Madness at Morning
Author: Mockery

From the time that the rooster crows to the first time a subbeam hits the ground, the Myrriah stalks. It takes the form of a fine white cloud that might be confused for a cloud of mist, save that it pads on the ground like a cat. It hunts its prey, and when it finds a victim, it pounces, and the whole cloud forces itself into the lungs of the poor soul, who promptly goes insane. It can enter man, beast, or god, and consumes them from the inside out like a parasite, until all that is left is a dazed shell, and the Myrriah must leave.

Naheixos

Lineage: Cecelyne / Orabilis / Lucien
Title: the Empty Soul
Author: White Wolf

Demons without souls, ravenously hungry masters of stealth.

Nemmu

Lineage: Tharalstrazix / Temozarael / Emicrade
Title: the Wide-Eyed With Blank Stares
Author: Han'ya

The nemmu are less prolific than some demons, but not rare by any means. They are roughly 2 feet in height, and are docile and largely harmless. In appearance, they are potbellied imps with stumpy limbs, small mouths and ears, and a single large eye that is nearly 6 inches in height, and almost 8 inches wide. Their one extraordinary gift is hidden in this gargantuan organ. When a nemmu turns its blank gaze on an object, it can instantly draw that object into a small pocket universe free of ordered time. A flower can slumber within and emerge fresh as the day it was picked. A piece of toast can be sucked within, and emerge cold but not stale. The timelessness is not logical, and so it is unwise to hide living things within the nemmu, for they will experience every instant of the time missed, and possibly much more, but without any of the physical side effects. The nemmu absorb objects apparently at random if given free will, and are often used as handy storage devices by their summoners. They are calm and placid, or appear so at least, and their willing service can be secured by an offering of a squash or a broken hourglass.

Neomah

Lineage: Malfeas / Ligier / Berengiere
Title: the Maker of Flesh
Author: White Wolf

Ogham

Lineage: Thari / Halkomelem / Euskarra
Title: the Rambling Centipede
Author: Mockery

Euskarra has been summoned more than once, and she sheds her skin even in creation. And more than one summoner has sold those precious metals to a jewler, or been on themselves, and made rings and necklaces and pretty baubles. These things are cursed, though, and Euskarra may reach through Creation to pull those people who bear such an item back through to Malfeas, where she works dark magics into them and forges their body anew. An Ogham has the same face it did in its mortal existence, but its teeth are lengthened into sharp and silvery fangs. Its torso remains humanoid, though chitinous at the same time, and insectile arms run up and down its length; below the waist, the body becomes completely centipede, though appropriately massive and with streaks of whatever precious metal damned the human. They serve whatever ineffable will their father does, though they can explain it no better.

Ophana

Lineage: Adorjan / Zinnridi / Dilmun
Title: The Mephitic Blossom
Author: Sindaen

The Ophanae are talkative flowers that only grow in the gardens of the Intricate Paradise. They look like giant viper¥s bugloss flowers, large as a wolf¥s head with spiked petals of crimson and coral with lascive, whip like tonges. They know many languages, including those of the insects and plants, and can teach them to those who place a drop of blood from their lips in the flower¥s petals. They have a deep feminine voice, and their perfume is venomous to all those who have never found true love. Sages speculate that the Ophanae can slow but surely fascinate lonely men or women with this scent, inducing them into suicide. The blood and flesh of those who sucumb to the Mephitic Blossom¥s beckon are used to make soil fertile so new Ophanae may blossom. The Ophanas dry-rot in the light of The Unconquered Sun, but may bloom in argent colors with the caress of Luna¥s light reflecting on a polished brass mirror.

The Passion Moray

Lineage: Malfeas / Ligier / Berengiere
Title:
Author: White Wolf

Pathatu

Lineage: Cecelyne / unknown / unknown
Title: Walker of Ash and Sand
Author: StalkerofShadows

A horse-sized praying mantis composed of sand partially fused into glass. The Pathatu is constantly surrounded by shimmering waves of heat and small wisps of flame, even when submerged in water (which they hate) or at the Elemental Pole of Air.

The Pearl Child

Lineage: EbonDragon / Echthros / Mellamy
Title:
Author: Mockery, FourWillowsWeeping

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Peledora

Lineage: Tharalstrazix / Temozarael / Netraphim
Title: Tales Told To The Wind
Author: Han'ya

The peledora are ephemeral, wispy beings. They take the form of clouds of purple ribbons that can only be seen during an eclipse, or in the light of the anima of the Eclipse caste. Their great power is to whisper truth directly into the mind of the unwary, not even themselves knowing from whence it came. The truths told will always strike at the conviction and dedication to their cause of the listener. They remain permanently dematerialized, and can only interact with our world through sound. The can be called by secrets being whispered to oneself under a full moon or in a dark, windowless room.

Perronele

Lineage: Cecelyne / Orabilis / Lucien
Title: the Living Armour
Author: White Wolf

Primjerak

Lineage: SheWhoLivesInHerName / Munaxes / Octavian
Title: the Longing Blade
Author: White Wolf

Humanoid demons with greatswords and tremendous skill in their use, often summoned to act as bodyguards or shocktroops. (Moxiane)

Raneet

Lineage: Chorifa / Anapyxi / Anetessa
Title: The Sacrifice for Life
Author: TheHoverpope

Creatures like sea urchins that act as wombs, creating terrible hybrid things in the demon city.

Relkast

Lineage: EbonDragon / Echthros / Roiye
Title: the Spider's Mask
Author: Mockery

The shadowy, hulking figure that is a Relkast is the stuff of nightmares. Its breath stinks of rot, and in its massive jaws one can see the remains of those who stood against it before. Its three-dozen eyes scan before it,and it hunts with predatory ease. Yet it seems that its crafter planned greatly upon its ability to intimidate; this terrible visage exists only in front, and if one should get a clear view of its back, they will see the little heart of the Relkast, a diminuitive, spidery puppeteer, soft and unarmored.

Salthri

Lineage: EbonDragon / Echthros / Sossurl
Title: the Four-faced Sephulcre
Author: Mockery

Those walls that Sossurl builds lead many to war, and there are times where two who hate each other by dint of those walls will slay each other. When they do, their higher and lower souls are pulled to the wall, and there are steeped in demonic magic until the next new moon, where at midnight from the rock crawls forth this thing, with four howling visages that leer like gargoyles. It knows no purpose but hate, and attacks all it can see, stopping only to open itself up to inter the bodies of the fallen.

Senesho

Lineage: Chorifa / Ypsos / Essanell
Title: The Words of True Courage
Author: TheHoverpope

A warrior whose purpose is to inspire valor in others, by any means necessary.

Sesselja

Lineage: EbonDragon / Erembour / Alveua
Title: the Stomach Bottle Bug
Author: White Wolf

Shadha

Lineage: EbonDragon / Marsilion / Alioth
Title: the Kindly Succubus
Author: Quendalon

These slender androgynes offer solace to all who desire it, their night-dark eyes bewitching any who meet their gaze. Their breath sharpens the mind but dulls the senses, eventually leaving their lovers helplessly deaf and blind. Contrariwise, the blood, sweat, flesh and tears of the Shadha all sharpen the senses while dulling the mind; such demons as would slay and feed upon them become mindless ravening beasts that haunt the darkened places of Malfeas.

Shak El

Lineage: TheFieldsOfRotAndSorrow / Sil Urxan / Drel-Ud
Title: The Gleaming Jealousy
Author: EwindaleMoss

The coins within Drel-Uds pouch are alive with malice and as he dispenses them as payment, they sink their miniscule teeth into the flesh of the one who thinks to own them. As their victim plunges into battle, they flood their victim with venom that slows their movements and dulls their mind until they move a moment too slowly and have their head severed from their shoulders. Then, the coins begin a shrill wailing, calling for their father to come collect them once more.

Shallaboth

Lineage: Tharalstrazix / Temozarael / Baashayel
Title: the Heralds of Misfortune
Author: Han'ya

The shallaboth take the form of ordinary moths, unremarkable in every way except for their being the size of chihuahuas with 3-foot wingspans. They are not much use individually, but their abilities are exponentially multiplied when in groups. The unique ability of the shallaboth is their uncanny sense for misfortune or ill events. The shallaboth feed off of sunlight, and unlike most moths are diurnal. They have been known to slip through the barriers around Malfeas and hitchhike on the summonings of other demons.

Shilkani

Lineage: Adorjan / Zinnridi / Alalgar
Title: the Creeping Rift
Author: Quendalon

A chartreuse glow spills from these bizarre living wounds. A shilkani has no body, no flesh; it is merely a gap, an interstice, which glides across solid surfaces like a butterflyís shadow, shrinking to a greenish line no longer than a finger or gaping wide as an archway or oubliette. A shilkani lives to feed. Its gullet rests Elsewhere; that which it consumes vanishes from the world. Piercing a shilkaniís gullet with an artifact weapon slays it instantly, violently expelling its current meal; its master may also compel it to refrain from digesting a creature or thing, storing it unharmed for a day and a night. By dimming its fires, a shilkani may open a portal through the surface upon which it rests, forming a doorway through wood or stone ñ or a gushing wound in living flesh. Three things these demons cannot abide: the dances of the gilmyne, the smoke from burning thorns, and the sound of golden bells; any of these things will drive one away.

Shimazu

Lineage: SheWhoLivesInHerName / The Punisher Of Sin / The Outstretched Fist
Title: The Wardens of the Road
Author: FrivYeti

Shirikai

Lineage: EbonDragon / Erembour / Ronwe
Title: the Zealot Shades
Author: Wordman

Ronwe doesn't only teach the living, but the dead cannot handle such lessons and remain intact. Seducing ghosts provides Ronwe a tireless pleasure, as it fills the ranks of the Yozis at the expense of the Malfeans. Ghosts who share Ronwe's bed wake transformed into shadows, exhilarated with their new knowledge and reveling under the shadow of the Ebon Dragon. Their exuberance and semi-insubstantial nature provide a vigor, utility and lust to please rarely seen from other demons, so long as they are kept from the light.

Shmir

Lineage: Tharalstrazix / Temozarael / Baashayel
Title: the Wrathful Pipers
Author: Han'ya

The shmir are approximately six feet tall, and resemble long wooden staves wrapped in purple silk. Their arms and legs fold perfectly flush against their bodies, and they often remain stationary for days on end. When dipped in blood, their silk wrappings unfurl into two broad wings and their true functionality is revealed. The shmir are living musical instruments that convey their lord's hatred to the world. When they are played, somewhat like a gigantic saxophone, they can drive men mad with the sheer rage of their song. Shmir can be called into the world by the hissing of blood boiling off of hot metal. A shmir's compliance and placidity can be secured by keeping it well-fed with blood and by placing it in a shadowed, dusty corner when not in use.

Shriv-Naku

Lineage: Tharalstrazix / Temozarael / Netraphim
Title: the Blade-Wolves
Author: Han'ya

The shriv-naku take the form of great dire wolves four feet at the shoulder. Great flanged, curving blades sprout from them at the shoulders, knees, and paws, and all along their back. As the demon ages, the blades grow and increase in number. A shriv-naku can run for many days and nights and cannot be slain by mortal weapons. When in pursuit of a lost cause, they can outrun even the wind, leap the widest crags, carry great burdens, and slay small armies. They are greatly enticed by the sound of oaths sworn, the scent of tears in the desert, and the cries of dying babies.

Simnel

Lineage: EbonDragon / Marsilion / Achololim
Title: the Final Friend
Author: Quendalon

Dark veils conceal the true semblances of these squat, lumpish demons. Their keen noses discern the scents of pain and despair, drawing them like moths to a flame. It is their nature to offer surcease, whispering words of solace in their wearisome voices, and so lulling their charges to sleep. Their words dissolve those whom they press into slumber, transforming the sleepers into tears, wine, oil or blood, depending on their nature.

Talethus

Lineage: Chorifa / Anapyxi / Derethan
Title: The Most Wretched Mendicant
Author: TheHoverpope

Creatures shaped like holy men who take seek aid from the innocent and disease those who are kind to them.

Tassim

Lineage: TheFieldsOfRotAndSorrow / Adrigor / Skrissim
Title: The Stomachs That Wait
Author: EwindaleMoss

The Tassim are the tide of rats that follow Skrissim, picking corpses clean. They, like the Axvus, are the cleaners of the Fields, those who eventually feed Adrigor so that ever more of their kind can be excreted from the Fields. The Tassim find it relatively easy to slip through the cracks into Creation, being summoned by any great feast so indulgent that at least one guest dies from overstuffing themselves. The Tassim in Creation are small, furtive folk dressed in tattered furs. They are sent to corrupt and disrupt important gatherings by gorging themselves on any food they can reach and inspiring other guests to do the same.

Tatar

Lineage: Kimbery / Fastred / Loreli
Title: Favor Friends
Author: DariusSolluman

There are those in Creation who trade in favors and breath, who know naught but the ways of power and the connections that bind people. They are amateurs, all, to the Tatar. The Tatar are found throughout Malfeas. They all dress as high men and women of mortal courts, drapped in silk and cloth of gold, beatiful to look upon- save their eyes, which are open caverns, forever dripping dollops of ruby bright blood down their painted faces. They speak in a dry whisper, and many are accomplished singers, but that is not why the Tatar are called to Creation or how they are used in the demon city - the blind eyes of the Favor Friends see the web of connections that binds one heart to another, both of good and ill intent. They know how all the pieces may be moved, and so never lack, and forever scheme and plot to bring ruin upon all others of their kind. No Tartar cares for anyone but itself, however, and so they are blind to the presence of their kin, keeping them seperate and weak where they could have been great.

Teodozji

Lineage: Adorjan / Jacint / Zsofika
Title: A Lion Sent Into The World
Author: White Wolf

Thamora

Lineage: Adorjan / Zinnridi / Dilmun
Title: The Salacious Maiden
Author: Sindaen

The Thamorae are the servants and lovers of those who visit of Dilmun. They appear as gorgeous maidens of tanned skin dressed in the finest and most revealing clothes of impossible iridiscent hues that cling to their flawless bodies. Their eyes are bright, broken or flawed emeralds that shine a bit of Vitaris' light into the hearts of man and women alike, reflecting their inner dreams and stealing their memmories of a place outside The Intricate Paradise. The Thamorae can softly whisper dreams and stories not yet told in the ears of their lovers, as they are excellent storytellers, dancers and performers. When summoned alone, the Thamora lust only to return to Dilmun, and take victims with them. They fiercely hate beautiful women and faithful men.

Theodoracis

Lineage: Adorjan / Jacint / Gumela
Title: The Enamoured Statue
Author: Sindaen

The Theodoracis appear as beautiful maidens made completely from limestone. If they remain perfectly still, in a hearthbeat they begin to grow moss and deep green vines that cling to their bodies. The Theodoracis await next to gardens, ponds and each bridge The Prince Upon The Tower has ever built, so they can strangle lovers who frequent these spots with their vines and their cold mighty stone arms and bosoms. It is said that some of the kindess of Jacint is burned in a Theodoracis' soul when she comes into existence, and they sometimes spare mortal lovers if they feel their love is true. After a Theodoracis has fed on lover¥s blood (demon or otherwise), the vines blossom on pale blue alabaster flowers and her stone skin turns to flesh, albeit for a night only. The Theodoracis can then walk off her pedestal and find a new spot to hunt before she returns to her statuesque form. Also, a potent love philtre can be created using the Theodoracis' moss.

Theon

Lineage: Adorjan / Jacint / Zsofika
Title: The Shining Blind Children
Author: Sindaen

The Theon are depicted as albino human children of impossible pure white skin, mercurial hair and veiled marmorean eyes that strike fear in all those who set their own upon them. They sometimes wear bright woven-light clothes and speak in a polytone language of brass bells which was taught to them by The Sigil¥s Dreamer, shining calamitous light into the hearts of men. Those mortals and animals touched by the light of the Theonis are left forever albino and mad. The Theon are the debris of Vitaris, filtered through Jacint and then to Zsofika. They enjoy stealing people¥s memories depicting beatiful sights, and eventually, if they manage to fool a mortal, to exchange his sight and eyes in Creation for those a demon citizen has in Malfeas, though this lasts only for a while. Demons pay dearly to see the world outisde their prison, if only for a few hours, while the mind of the mortal slowly perishes under the aberrant skyline and impossible features of Malfeas. The Theon are greedy but not clever negotiators and sometimes used as harvesters of visions for powerful demon courtesans. The sight of Creation is considered a delicacy in some Malfean Courts, and Third Circles even beset Theons to steal particular sights from particular people. If summoned, a Theon can be ordered to blind an enemy or steal a beloved sight from him. The marble eyes of a Theon can be made into certain artifacts used for revealing dematerialized spirits and hidden things.

Tinetora

Lineage: Chorifa / Anapyxi / The Thing in Horror of Itself
Title: Spreader of Salt
Author: TheHoverpope

One of the thing's tentacles, a creature that latches onto anything growing.

Tluspa

Lineage: EbonDragon / Echthros / Roiye
Title: the Forlorn Seekers
Author: Mockery

There are few things more pitiful and wretched than a Tluspa. Their eyes are huge and despairing, and they speak in hushed sobs. Their faces are pale, and their robes are drab and ragged. Some confuse them for ghosts, and something in them is much closer to human than many other demons. But the warmth of a mortal embrace, the only thing that stills their tears and for a moment ends their sorrow, also freezes the marrow in the bones of the hapless mortal, and quickly kills them. It is said that every Tluspa has one mortal they are destined to meet, whose embrace will not grow cold, who will still their tears forever. Those who whisper this legend, however, often disagree whether this means the destruction or salvation of the demon.

Tokhaeroth

Lineage: Tharalstrazix / Temozarael / Netraphim
Title: the Flower Whose Scent Is Introspection
Author: Han'ya

Growing wherever there is pure water in Malfeas, and as such rare, the tokhaeroth appear as long-stemmed white flowers whose pollen is grainy and black, like obsidian dust. When inhaled, this pollen provokes serious and calm examination of deeply-held beliefs and desires. It calls forth memories and logic to destroy conviction and purpose. It has no effect on those who have decided that achieving their goal is more important than anything else, even morals or their own lives. Tokhaeroth cannot be destroyed by fire or poison, and grow in wet mud. If their roots are pulled out or their stems cut, they disappear in a cloud of pollen and regrow under the next full moon. They can be summoned by the sobs of a doubt-filled soul in a street during the day.

Tomescu

Lineage: SheWhoLivesInHerName / Munaxes / Octavian
Title: the Clamorous Cloud Arsenal (PowerCombat/Tomescu)
Author: PowerCombat/Tomescu

Tosuir

Lineage: EbonDragon / Echthros / Mellamy
Title: The Scourge of Souls
Author: Mockery

Mellamy's purpose is dual: to draw sin out where it exists, and purge it. To this end, she will at times crush one of the myriad shells that circle her neck, and cast the pieces away covered in her blood, and they form into a serpent. The newborn Tosuir searches out the guilty, and with its venom leaves them guilt-ridden, suffering regret for anything and everything that one may have doubts over. Those who commit suicide under such circumstances lose their souls to the Tosuir, and this strengthens them.

Traema

Lineage: Adorjan / Jacint / Zsofika
Title: The Standard Bearers
Author: Sindaen

The Traemas look like heavily built, fierce bald southerners with burning ember eyes. They carry war banners made from bone and argent silk with the sign of the celebration of Zsofika, also called the Signs of the Rotten Star. Kite Flutes atop these banners sing The Aria Of Inevitability. They are fierce protectors of their mother, and will attack and devour anyone who tries to stall her from her prey. If summoned alone, they serve as relays with potent magics that bend the path of arrows and other missiles away from the sorcerer.

Uthiul

Lineage: EbonDragon / Echthros / Kassat
Title: the Vitreous Jailer
Author: Mockery

There is no set shape to an Uthiul, merely a color, a glassy, smoky, and empty grey that neither reflects light nor lets it through. They hide easily, rarely larger than a handful of their substance, and move quickly to engulf anything that catches their eye, or that a sorceror commands them to consume. Their touch is smooth and cool, and in less than a minute, the tiny blob can engulf a large man, and then suddenly collapse back to its regular size. Anything or anyone thus eaten goes Elsewhere, to remain until the Uthiul elects to give up what it has eaten.

Wropirra

Lineage: TheFieldsOfRotAndSorrow / Sil Urxan / Hrulik
Title: The Sweeping Infection
Author: EwindaleMoss

As Hrulik rides The Fields, oftentimes his bandages peel away from their diseased mass and fall to the ground. There, they creep until they find one near to death and wrap themselves around their wounds. The dark putresence within them corrupts and claims their victim's body for use as their own. They cannot bear the touch of a skilled healer and will spit their assorted illnesses like snakes if threatened.

Xoxoti

Lineage: Tharalstrazix / Temozarael / Baashayel
Title: the Feeders Amidst The Fires
Author: Han'ya

The xoxoti scurry amongst the mighty pipework of Temozarael's body, scraping rust, corrosion, detritus, and caked Essence from the mechanisms. Their hands are elegantly designed, with large shovel-like claws and a second set of thin, nimble fingers tipped with claws to scrape and clean their master's veins. Their skin is thick and bumpy, covered in irregular growths and wrinkles. They can endure extremes of heat and cold that would make even a Solar with Resistance charms out the butt shudder, and they eat filth and drink poison. Their lives are short and brutal, spent keeping Temozarael in good working order, and frequently dying horrible messy deaths by frying, freezing, scalding, crushing, ripping, or any other plethora of horrible industrial accidents. When summoned, they are frequently used to brave environmental dangers and retrieve artifacts or repair machinery.

Zcylse

Lineage: Adorjan / Jacint / Zsofika
Title: The Arc Of Ebon And Bone
Author: Sindaen

Those who have witnesed the apparition of a Zcylse speak of her as a small, languid, childlike being with skin made from ebon and bone-white hair. They are reported to turn wheat sprouts, pine needles and rose buds into deadly living arrows. To some, they are the embodiment of the hunt of Zsofika, and the Zcylse lend themselves as bows for those who hunt their own kind, for the Zcylse draws breath only while something beatiful has been turned into a deadly weapon. At will, the Zcylse can take the shape of a magnificent composite bow, made from deep dark ebon and bone, carved with forbidden sigils, who can turn any pointed natural object into a deadly arrow that hungers for the heart-pulse of their victims. When a Zcylse finds a lonely archer who has lost his weapon, she offers herself and if he accepts, she becomes her weapon by day, her lover by night and her guide all the time. She will try to murmur softly into his ears the True Name of Kalmanka, the Arrow Wind, to make his arrows more deadly. The bow shape of each Zcylse is unique, and considered for all purposes a Perfect Weapon.