BLACKE FIRE DAEMONS OF THE PIT OF DOOM
In the beginning on the western plain, a microscopic particle of life was blown into a ring of stones glowing green. The small spec started to grow, mutate and split into a male and a female half, one needing the other to survive. Over the centuries, these creatures evolved until they became the huge demons they are today; nine to ten feet at the shoulder, weighing up to half a ton. The males are smaller than the females, though the males are the far more dangerous of the two. In color, they are a deep dark red, nearly purple in the light of day. The only spec of that glowing green from which they birthed remains in their glittering eyes. They have a bipedal, humanlike form, though with no body hair. Their feet are webbed…somewhere evolution granted something that commands fire to glide across water with those interwoven toes! They have but two arms and hands, with six fingers each. Having been forged from and the power of fire, physically they are extremely strong. The bright green eyes can see even in the infrared spectrum, and it is through the eyes that their power channels and flows. They do, however, have a weakness…..radiation energy. Anything containing, or made of urainium, weakens them, perhaps even to the point of death.
Beware their eyes. Beguiling, entrancing and deadly. For the first time you are engulfed in that raw power, it will be your last. Unless of course, you know the chink in their immortality…concentrated, direct sunlight shined directly into their eyes. The reflected source of the world’s warmth will undo them in a heartbeat.
They are omnivorous, devouring anything they desire. Their preferred dish, however, is barbequed human flesh. This is a delicacy, as they are well aware that too many humans disappearing from one area in a short time will give them away. Their hunger is easily sated, but comes upon them often. The only drive greater than hunger is total domination. Not just of their world, but of the entire universe. They are each part of a whole, being connected by the single mindedness of this mission.
The male and female, as have been stated, cannot exist without the other. This is both a weakness and a strength. The weakness comes when one is destroyed, for the lifebonded mate cannot survive. The strength is that when together, they merge physically and become stronger than either alone. However, if one is disabled, the other falls into a stupor, confusion taking over until rage takes hold. Therefore, it is advised to make sure that you kill, and not merely hurt or maim, when dealing with these fierce forces of nature.
History of the World, Part I (According to the demons)
The fire demons found a welcoming home on the western plain. With its protection and expansion, their race grew very prosperous. Needing a water source, they prayed to their creator and the Pit of Doom was made for them. To a fire demon, it sustains life. To anything else, it destroys. None can drink its water or swim its width or breadth without meeting a painful death. With the renewable energy of the Pit at their disposal, the wisest of the demons made a blight that spread far and fast in a predictable pattern, across many lands. Nothing could withstand the onslaught of the Argyle Blight, not a crop, weed or creature was left untouched. Healing from the blight is slow, and the Argyle often lies dormant in the system of the affected plant or creature, to again burst forth if conditions are encouraging. It can also be called forth by deep magics, and only one skilled in those same magics can totally cleanse anyplace or thing of its touch. The victim can be identified in the earlier stages by a predictable diagonally striped pattern on its flesh.
As the demons grew and evolved as a race, the creator decided some needed to lead and others to follow. The leaders rose to control chaos, commanding it to go where they wished. From this higher class, wizards naturally developed; those with an uncanny ability to call chaos and have it follow them around like a pack of wolves, half-starved yet reliant on the hand that feeds them. These demon wizards know the darker magics, being feared even by some of their own. Does a demon trust another demon? Only in a lifebonded pair….if even then.
Between chaos and the Blight, the race became nearly unstoppable. Any fire demon will proudly growl its guttural history, and hubris is a common trait among them, sometimes causing infighting until dominance is established.
Sometime in the thirteenth century (by the demons’ accounting), they encountered a race from the eastern side of the world. It was a race as fierce and determined as they, but not as bright. The demons quickly realized the usefulness of these Minotaurs, and made allies of them. Again, the tales any demon is taught as a youngling tell of the folly of the Minotaurs, how easily they will trust in the alliance.
Another encounter brought the demons flight, in the form of giant flying lizards. The lizards once, too, had made an alliance, before becoming enslaved and then domesticated by the demons. Generations now have served their dark, fiery masters, by will, want or fear no one is entirely sure. Not even the demons themselves.
Never, ever, trust a demon. The enemy of their enemy is their friend, but none are ever truly their ally. The demons lust for world domination, and other races best remember that. Signing a deal with a demon is, in any religion, seldom a good idea. Even when absolutely necessary, which it often is. The demons see to that.