In near every culture throughout the multi-verse, there are demons, those hideous beings who use deception, temptation, seduction to draw people from the path that will keep them safe from evil. They come to you in disguise, in flagrant celebration of their natural form, in whispers and thoughts which are not your own, even in spirit form.
No one is truly safe from them, but those who religiously follow the laws which condemn and banish them have ways and means to protect themselves. They have many names, many faces, yet there is no one race of beings who will not admit to their existence, at least in one form or another. But no one seems to have truly investigated where it is the demons come from, where they make their home when they are not satisfying the urge to harm or corrupt.
Close your eyes and open your mind, but beware of what may come to claim you, should you be detected. If you have been touched by one of them, they will have left their mark upon you, a mark by which you may follow their retreat from your world to their own. But it is not a world, not even another universe, to which that pulsating thread will lead you.
It is another dimension, one that exists at once all around you and in every part of every universe and world that there is. It is not Hell; there are no pits of flames, no tortured souls. Were it not for the fact that the population is dominated by the grotesque and the impossibly beautiful, you might even believe it to be paradise. Do not be fooled.
This is Pandemonium, the realm of the demonic races.
Here you will find faces from your worst nightmares, for though they delight in deception by beauty, here in the safety of their guarded dimension the demonic races see no need to hide their true forms. There are those who are winged, those who are cloven-hoofed; those whose height gains the roofs of the buildings, and those whose stature brings them no higher than a human ankle. There are tails and horns, fangs and claws. There are the beautiful, those who hold the natural form of elf, dwarf, or human, seemingly perfect pieces of walking art, designed to tempt and seduce without ever lifting a finger.
But there is one thing they all hold in common, one thing that will show you their inner natures. No matter the hue, no matter the color, no matter the size ....every pair of eyes burns with rabid hatred of those who hold a corporeal realm, a hatred that feeds and devours. Should they ever set aside their differences to join arms, whichever corporeal world they choose will surely fall.
The dimension they rule is vast, it is true, though there are a relatively small number of true demons which dominate and control the rest of those who live in Pandemonium. These others are made of the races the demons have brought to their realm, enslaved for their own purposes.
Chief among them are human, elves, and dwarves, the dominant races on many planes and worlds. Their ancestors were brought to Pandemonium many thousands of years ago, and there these descendents remain, living out their lives beneath the yoke of demonic rule.
Enslavement is, perhaps, a word filled with too many implications to correctly describe the lives of the mortals who live in this plane of existence. Though their ancestors were slaves in the truest sense of that word, no civilisation can survive without evolution, and the demonic civilisation is no different. If you walk Pandemonium, you will come across villages, towns, and cities entirely populated by these slave races, with no sign of the demon who influences or directly rules over them. Many live out their lives without ever even seeing their overlord and master.
But some do ....and one such story is the origin of Desdemona DiCarlo.
No one is truly safe from them, but those who religiously follow the laws which condemn and banish them have ways and means to protect themselves. They have many names, many faces, yet there is no one race of beings who will not admit to their existence, at least in one form or another. But no one seems to have truly investigated where it is the demons come from, where they make their home when they are not satisfying the urge to harm or corrupt.
Close your eyes and open your mind, but beware of what may come to claim you, should you be detected. If you have been touched by one of them, they will have left their mark upon you, a mark by which you may follow their retreat from your world to their own. But it is not a world, not even another universe, to which that pulsating thread will lead you.
It is another dimension, one that exists at once all around you and in every part of every universe and world that there is. It is not Hell; there are no pits of flames, no tortured souls. Were it not for the fact that the population is dominated by the grotesque and the impossibly beautiful, you might even believe it to be paradise. Do not be fooled.
This is Pandemonium, the realm of the demonic races.
Here you will find faces from your worst nightmares, for though they delight in deception by beauty, here in the safety of their guarded dimension the demonic races see no need to hide their true forms. There are those who are winged, those who are cloven-hoofed; those whose height gains the roofs of the buildings, and those whose stature brings them no higher than a human ankle. There are tails and horns, fangs and claws. There are the beautiful, those who hold the natural form of elf, dwarf, or human, seemingly perfect pieces of walking art, designed to tempt and seduce without ever lifting a finger.
But there is one thing they all hold in common, one thing that will show you their inner natures. No matter the hue, no matter the color, no matter the size ....every pair of eyes burns with rabid hatred of those who hold a corporeal realm, a hatred that feeds and devours. Should they ever set aside their differences to join arms, whichever corporeal world they choose will surely fall.
The dimension they rule is vast, it is true, though there are a relatively small number of true demons which dominate and control the rest of those who live in Pandemonium. These others are made of the races the demons have brought to their realm, enslaved for their own purposes.
Chief among them are human, elves, and dwarves, the dominant races on many planes and worlds. Their ancestors were brought to Pandemonium many thousands of years ago, and there these descendents remain, living out their lives beneath the yoke of demonic rule.
Enslavement is, perhaps, a word filled with too many implications to correctly describe the lives of the mortals who live in this plane of existence. Though their ancestors were slaves in the truest sense of that word, no civilisation can survive without evolution, and the demonic civilisation is no different. If you walk Pandemonium, you will come across villages, towns, and cities entirely populated by these slave races, with no sign of the demon who influences or directly rules over them. Many live out their lives without ever even seeing their overlord and master.
But some do ....and one such story is the origin of Desdemona DiCarlo.