Greymane/Itafiera

Itafiera

The Rhinestone Cricket
Demon of the First Circle
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. They are born when a musical note echoes so long from the brass walls of Malfeas that it becomes wrapped in the memory of the demon city. Memory which weaves around the note like a thick cocoon of colorful and jade-hard silk. Other demons find these cocoons and string them up in bunches, as the little jade sticks make more noise to keep the Adorjan at bay. They clink and clonk together for nearly a year, at first without harmony or tone, but eventually learning to swing just right to produce a tiny symphony. The first day of the second year of their existence, another demon comes for them. He is called Kazendor, the Lord of Broken Glass. No one has ever seen him, though they know he exists, because he leaves a trail of shattered glass shards behind him. To each Itafiera he comes and whispers a single phrase to their cocoons. "He has come to Dharjana, the City Dressed in White."

It is not clear why, but this phrase is the sign that all Itafiera's wait for. From musical note to musician, their bodies have changed to the forms all known. In a single day, thousands of the little demons will rise up and swarm through the city. Most will not survive the day, swallowed up greater demons than themselves, but the ruckus they cause upon their birth is so monumental that it chases the Demon Wind away for nearly a week. Most who survive do so by offering themselves to the merchants of the city, who will safely lock them away in glass cages to be later sold to mortal summoners. 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. An Itafiera will happily serve even the lowliest of masters so long as they can meet the demons desires; one glass marble colored milky white, every two weeks.