Those who heeded the offer of the devils to surrender and become as they would soon come to regret it; Their place in hell was as slaves like all devils are, and they were not valuable slaves. Made into mockeries of soldiers they once were and now fight their twisted forms scuttle across the battlefield like insects. Perfect cannon fodder that would throw themselves into death seeking the blood they crave and heads to claim rank above the others. Even after the gods blasted half the continent into salt they still can be found in bands hunting for fresh blood.
Me and my snakes shinnanigans
- She/They
Minors do not interact. Just be respectful and we’ll probably get on fine.
When the great bull murdered the moon the malformed dementia eaten dreams within spilled out of the wound. Among the oceans of salt blood where the moons murderers would drown dream coalesced into will and She was born in the image of the strongest personality among all the new demons. She divided the rest into seven tribes and granted them dominion over the parasites of the new world. These days shes a shadow of herself, broken by the self imposed expectations she could never live up to; she paid the serpent to convince her the she was dead. Her name was forgotten by all including herself. Now the corpse of She rest in the demon built city on the moons open wounds where they still worship and pray that one day their mother would rule once more. Pandemonium regnat, hail to She on high, and hail to dead Re.
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There were three grapefruit trees in the old heaven; Thrones of petty children. One was stunted and its fruits never ripened nor were they eaten. Another stood tall and challenged all to climb to reach the fat fruits at its top; it was watered with the blood of children. The last one was a gnarled thing under my watch. The moment its fruits ripened swarms of fruitflys would eat them hollow. Each time I would grab a husk to clean the area id get blasted in the face with a cloud of bugs. Despite it not being the tallest that shitty fucking tree is still there after the soil eroded away and everything was sunk deep into nostalgia. I can still taste the damned bugs.
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A king once loosed its dog on the throat of a terrible demon. It came back maimed but with the job not finished; It tried to do as was asked but the king feared it and threw it down a well to hide his shame. Without the teeth the king cast away he became a hermit, and could only regain nobility after digging the dog back up and wearing its teeth as his own.