DEMON LEVEL III: Wingripper

In ancient times, when angels grew wings and rose to become rulers, a man they called the stone-arm stood beside the most powerful of the angels.
Ostensibly to protect him honorably with his own life, but secretly so that he himself might one day take wing and ascend to the caste he so desired.
The lower angels loved him and he fathered many bastards with them.
But what he later learned was that with the wings came the gift of clairvoyance and each of the higher angels knew of his treachery.
Envy transformed the "stone arm" into the demon "Wingripper" who descended into the depths with his heavenly mistresses, who supplied replacement parts for the limbs he had severed during the war and trusted to go, wherever their master would go.

DEMON LEVEL III: Force of Nature

And the angels built their structures on earth. They cleared nature and shut it out. Deserts of marble, clean. Without plagues, without viruses. A desert of death constructed on the crushed bodies of rotting deer, birds, majestic cats and rare wildflowers. And the people loved the structures and worshipped them. They called them atlantis, el-dorado, shangri la, hyperborea. Legends rose from them until nature struck back with all its might. The power of putrefaction, the power of decay, the power of a stampede rose up and ran against the walls until they burst. Wave after wave of bone and horn shattered the marble and gold. Crunching and spurting blood created a cacophony of despair. But then, as the last stone had sunk into the swamp, when the last gold had been rendered unrecognizable by the mud, when the last bust of an angel corroded beneath a rotting animal corpse, the power of nature was satisfied and descended into the depths that men called hell.

DEMON LEVEL II: THE DEFENDER

When the nemesis came, the dryads left their forest and began the long march through the desert. They made their home in an oasis in the middle of the desert, far away from any civilization. The only creatures that shared the oasis with them were strange birds that only ate berries and drank water. Out of fear, the dryads seized one of these birds and gave it their magic. They created a powerful protector for themselves, shouldtheir enemy follow them through the desert. And along with their magic, a part of their fear was interwoven with the body of their new creature. They gave up their own magic, because the creature no longer just ate berries and drank water... it now also consumed magic. With the loss of magic, the dryads became civilized like their nemesis from whom they had fled. They felt safe with their creature layed in their palaces and ate and drank and slept. They became lazy and careless... and the creature added meat to its diet. For fear of dying of hunger for magic.

DEMON LEVEL II: THE CALLER

At first it was just scratching. It was a scratching in the heads of small children in the village near the forest. It was not an irritating scratching, it was a rhythmic scratching. Only the children could hear it and understood who else around them could hear it by making brief eye contact. It made a sound that aroused curiosity. It was a sound that connected the children, as if they could read each other's thoughts. They gathered in the streets and left the village. Soon the forest spread its arms over them. Then it went from a scratching to a tapping, to music, and the music drew them deeper and deeper into the forest.

Then they scratched the forest floor and dug it up.

Then they knocked to see if the creature inside was alive.

Then they played music to lure the creature out into the daylight.

DEMON LEVEL II: THE ALL SEEING

Everyone wants to catch a glimpse of their future. Everyone wants to know what's coming. so does a cleric called ozz. He entered the forbidden temple and found the eye. The answer to his prayers. When he could see he wished he had been blind forever, when he could hear he wished he had been deaf forever. For he saw himself running, through the woods, with immense power. He saw himself flying with the wings of butterflies and glowing with the energy of fireflies. And all he did was eat, sleep, reproduce. He was a child of nature.
Because ozz saw something he never wanted to see. He saw his own desires, he saw his own morality. And when he saw it, he could no longer deny it. He held the eye to his forehead and the eye sank in, flooding his body with all the longing he had suppressed all his life.

From today on, he wanted to run. And eat angels.

DEMON LEVEL I: Emperor of flowers

Oh, the kings pride he was. The firstborn son that took the queens life at childbirth. Born under the sword, wild and strong, he ran out to the woods, where he died as prey to the demonic swines’ wolf.But the wolf did not only fell the prince, it also fell the father when he let himself be hunted down by him in revenge.

As the killer of the child was dead, all the sense of the kings’ life had faded and now the king only craved his child and lost wife, driving him into madness. Calling on the emperor of flowers living in the deep, the demon granted his wish to see his child again, and if only in his mind. And the newborn demon king, created a carving for himself. A twisted depiction in wood, of the moment when the wolf sank his teeth into the boy. But what he saw, was his childs’ smiling face for eternity. Now he is demon, growing into the new emperor of flowers.

DEMON LEVEL I: THE SEEKER

Oh you purebred demon, oh you beloved son of nature and chaos, oh you glorious and breathtakingly beautiful: Your skin is bark, leather, stone, your blood is earth, lava, tears. Your horn is iron, your claw is diamond, your head is anointed with the juice of flowers, leaves and the blood of those who worship order.

Born to seek, born to dig in the earth to exhume power: the dead, artifacts, forgotten knowledge. Oh, you greedy one, oh you collector, share! Share with your brothers and sisters. Share your knowledge, share your toys to serve the realm.

Oh you shining one, warlord, wise one, send your vassals to every corner of the earth and let them search.

DEMON LEVEL I: CHAOS IN THE FLESH

Look at the pig farmer who works for the nobility. See how he feeds the pigs first before he can feed his family. See how he suffers from hunger. Look into his eyes and see the hatred and despair.

He sees his family dying, he sees his pigs stolen by armored knights and fattening the bellies of the nobles until they themselves look like the pigs they have eaten.
The farmer takes his last pig in, it comes into contact with human intelligence. A common practice to breed leader pigs in the herd. See how he feeds it with the bones and flesh of his dead wife and starved children.

See how he calls upon dark powers. See how he sells his soul to the King of Crowns to take revenge. See how the body of his leader pig transforms, taking on demonic human traits. How the leader pig also eats its master to become strong for revenge. Wolves sneak out of the forest and help terrorize the mob until it rises up against its oppressors. Fire, murder, and witchcraft are the tools to change the world, as all pearls have been cast before the swine.