Chapter 1

It wasn't so far back that the mewling of a newborn could be heard or even the first steps of a toddler. The beginning really started when the first attack was made. Fingernails thick and sharp as claws swinging out at the creature. He wasn't sure the name of it but it was horrendous. He knew it had to be around the same age as him. maybe nine or ten. The Lord liked too see the young ones fight. Liked to assess what ones he was going to throw into the lines for the blood war.

He really shouldn't have been thinking that wile in the life and death struggle with the brutish creature. Mostly fur of redish-brown what flesh could be seen had already turned grey. Looking like an orangutan twisted in darkness and corruption.

That fleeting distraction was all it needed, it saw him slow and both hands hit the ground as hind legs pushed off vaulting it at him. The young Bar-lguras hands went wide and snapped in interlacing fingers to crush the young cambion where it stood.

The leap was predictable. He knew it was going to happen sooner or later. Most of there kind did. He had watched them. Something none of the other young ones had much care for. Maybe it was curiosity from his human fathers side, perhaps cunning from his mothers succubus side who could tell. It was all in an attempt to not be killed.

Most of the attack missed though it left his shoulder felt bused and useless and his body had spun around. "Damn it." that was the lightest curse that poured past his lips wile he pushed forward at the beast seeing that partly missing the attack had caused it to stumble and all four limbs were on the ground. A right hand full of claws ripping at the throat causing a rose red fountain to bloom into existence. The fight was done. The creature hadn't fallen yet but he was already walking away knowing that in only a few shambling steps the creature would hit the ground and never rise again.

From high up watching the fountain of blood a single light clap of hands rang out enough to give all pause. He approved of the arrogant cambions walk. He liked the spirit. One head turning to the side before it sank back into the writhing mass of changing flesh and another emerging something else entirely looking at the woman at its side. "What do you think general?" The voice changing as much as the body, six different voices spilling from the mouth in the span of five little words.

To say the woman was standing was a lie of sorts. Her lower body was that of a great serpent the upper was graced with six arms and a wide variety of weapons were strapped about her. Glancing at the Demon Lord and glancing away. It was always hard to keep much of a eye on him. Even the quick glance had her mind reeling the edges of sanity starting to burn. "If he lives through three more I'll accept him. What is his name?" Her voice was sweet though hard as the steel weapons that pressed tightly against her flesh.

"What does a cambion need with a name?" Was that a laugh that sprang forth from a dozen lips that were starting to emerge from the Lord. "If he lives call him what you will. Until then he is meat for amusement."

The water was cold that hit him causing his shoulder to clench in pain, though he already knew enough to not let it be shown on his face. That would just invite more torment. Not from the one that splashed him with water that was a tiefling maybe a year or two younger than he was, may be seven years old though it was hard to tell with tieflings. It was from the others that watched the blood be scoured away from him. The other demons would wait watching for sign of weakness and then move. He could be tore apart before the dinner. That would be the best for him, The Chrysalis Lord knew the ways of keeping one alive even if one were mere scraps of flesh when it got its hands on you. Disrupting the diner would earn him decades of torture. He could hear the screams every night from the hole he was stuffed into when it was time to sleep.

His body scrubbed and real clothes forced on him with some complaining from both him and the tiefling. Out came the knife and he dropped back fingers clenching, nails growing ready to meat the attack from the smaller one. That tiefling only grinned. He had done this many times. "Wait, wait Your hair is matted, tangled and a mess. Its going to be easier to just cut it."

Nodding and he let the hair be cut off short and uneven but it mattered not the bell was ringing and he already running for the rooms to be seated. All the winners of the day were seated quickly and had instruction to keep there bloody bone boxes closed unless called upon. The feast was huge, Boar on the spit, Humans that had been flayed and were screaming as they still cooked(it was entertainment before dinner, The Lord said it made them taste better.) And in the sunken center of each table there were Larva cut from head to tail and spiced with searing peppers causing them to thrash about. For those that have never seen a larva or do not know what one was, A larva at one time was a mortal that had been evil and selfish in life. They now were five foot long sickly yellow worms there body covered in a viscous foul smelling fluid, now cleaned of course, Instead of the head of a worm it was a distorted mockery of there face in mortal life. There intelligence all but gone to a primal animalistic intelligence.

But enough of that Guests were being introduced. Graz'zt and his personal guard, perfect beauty for guards Succubus and Incubus, the rumors were true he surrounded himself with beauty and that they were both sexes enough to give the young cambion pause and stare at there scantly clad forms. His pulse racing, breath caught in his throat until Pale Night was introduced. Almost opaque the shroud that was all her form reality allowed her lone guard enough for her in this place, gelatinous it was and grey as cut stone. Its form shifting from what could have been a spike covered beast to something more upright and falling into itself. His head was turned he could feel the bones twist as his eyes looked to his plate the hiss of scales sliding behind him, He knew it was General Meerane, the six armed Maralith that had almost snapped his neck to get his eyes back on his plate. Who knows she may have saved his life, No one liked others too look too hard, Not here.