- Location
- Denmark
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Because the comics are stupid and also non-canon.
General Exalted Thread
Because the comics are stupid and also non-canon.
The chapter comics are not canon.
- Location
- Denmark
- Pronouns
- She/Her
- Location
- Singapore
But damn, she's hot.
And Mnemon. I think.
What do you think of this idea. When a dragonblooded has great achievements or heroics, he/ she gets higher breeding. What do you think?
- Location
- Denmark
- Pronouns
- She/Her
It's cool I guess.
I'm kind of ambivalent towards it myself.
I'm kind of ambivalent towards it myself.
I think this is kind of missing the forest for the trees; the specific properties of the specific Blessed Isle don't really matter beyond "It has a lot of people there who are definitely about to be mass-murdered" and "You could go there and stop a colossal amount of mass murder."
There are definitely moral systems that say you don't have any obligation to those people - but there are pretty normal systems that say you do, as well, even if the people are weird or it's a penal colony or whatever. For anyone who holds anything like one of those systems, Giant Malfeas is noise that drowns out the signal of Creation's problems.
Lelabet, the Night Hare
Demon of the Second Circle
Messenger Soul of Noh
These are the truths that Lelabet spreads through Creation: all kings are usurpers, all priests are liars, and all heroes are hypocrites. Her soft lips and silver tongue whisper these words into the ears of doubters, and play on those feelings of unease and scepticism. When someone has embraced the secrets she spreads, she appears before them, offering them her services as a familiar who takes the form of a black cat, sparrow or hare. For their service she rewards them with potent investments of demon power. Hence, the Night Hare is also known as a queen of witches and seducers, and a patron of the Anathema.
Lelabet was born from the Contrary One's dark womb, and the masks she uses to change her skin were granted to her by her mother-self. In her true form she is a baby-faced woman of the South, with a hare's tail and disfiguring scars down the left side of her face. Those scars were given to her by an Immaculate Monk wielding the Eye of the Fire Dragon, and the wounds have never healed properly. To that end she seeks that potent weapon, hoping it might have the power to heal her - or failing that, she intends to keep the dire lance as a trophy. There are whispers that she has a long-running antagonistic affair with a certain Sidereal demon-hunter, and that she has borne several of her children. If so, she would love to see the Sidereals cast down so that she might stay with her lover as she seeks to replace those who thwarted the Chosen of the Maidens.
The Night Hare adores underdogs and the powerless, and to that end in this fallen age she has a fondness for the Celestial Exalted. More than once she has found a Lunar who only recently drawn their Second Breath and served as their familiar, whispering truths about the Immaculate Faith and the Sidereal Exalted to them. During such times she claims to be a goddess of the night who serves Luna, and many catalogues of divine lore incorrectly label Lelabet as a goddess rather than a demon. She looks now for a Solar to mentor. Still, one must remember Lelabet's nature. Her love for the Exalted will last only as long as they oppose a greater force. When they seize power, she will turn on them as surely as night follows day, whispering their sins, their foibles and their inner councils to all who would overthrow them.
Sorcerers are wary to call on the Night Hare, but one who invokes her but does not bind her may be able to negotiate her services as a familiar. She gains a point of Limit for each order she receives to work against a lesser for the benefit of a superior. It is in her nature to weave weaknesses into the organisations of the powerful, and not even binding can stop her from doing this. Only a ritual performed in the midnight hour to release a demon lord can free Lelabet - but only if there was no way that the ritual might have worked. To that end she spreads false rituals and erroneous spells through Creation when she is free, so that she might have plenty more opportunity to escape the Demon Realm.
Demon of the Second Circle
Messenger Soul of Noh
These are the truths that Lelabet spreads through Creation: all kings are usurpers, all priests are liars, and all heroes are hypocrites. Her soft lips and silver tongue whisper these words into the ears of doubters, and play on those feelings of unease and scepticism. When someone has embraced the secrets she spreads, she appears before them, offering them her services as a familiar who takes the form of a black cat, sparrow or hare. For their service she rewards them with potent investments of demon power. Hence, the Night Hare is also known as a queen of witches and seducers, and a patron of the Anathema.
Lelabet was born from the Contrary One's dark womb, and the masks she uses to change her skin were granted to her by her mother-self. In her true form she is a baby-faced woman of the South, with a hare's tail and disfiguring scars down the left side of her face. Those scars were given to her by an Immaculate Monk wielding the Eye of the Fire Dragon, and the wounds have never healed properly. To that end she seeks that potent weapon, hoping it might have the power to heal her - or failing that, she intends to keep the dire lance as a trophy. There are whispers that she has a long-running antagonistic affair with a certain Sidereal demon-hunter, and that she has borne several of her children. If so, she would love to see the Sidereals cast down so that she might stay with her lover as she seeks to replace those who thwarted the Chosen of the Maidens.
The Night Hare adores underdogs and the powerless, and to that end in this fallen age she has a fondness for the Celestial Exalted. More than once she has found a Lunar who only recently drawn their Second Breath and served as their familiar, whispering truths about the Immaculate Faith and the Sidereal Exalted to them. During such times she claims to be a goddess of the night who serves Luna, and many catalogues of divine lore incorrectly label Lelabet as a goddess rather than a demon. She looks now for a Solar to mentor. Still, one must remember Lelabet's nature. Her love for the Exalted will last only as long as they oppose a greater force. When they seize power, she will turn on them as surely as night follows day, whispering their sins, their foibles and their inner councils to all who would overthrow them.
Sorcerers are wary to call on the Night Hare, but one who invokes her but does not bind her may be able to negotiate her services as a familiar. She gains a point of Limit for each order she receives to work against a lesser for the benefit of a superior. It is in her nature to weave weaknesses into the organisations of the powerful, and not even binding can stop her from doing this. Only a ritual performed in the midnight hour to release a demon lord can free Lelabet - but only if there was no way that the ritual might have worked. To that end she spreads false rituals and erroneous spells through Creation when she is free, so that she might have plenty more opportunity to escape the Demon Realm.
Chehrazad's Homebrew Collection
- Location
- Denmark
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Here is my homebrew that I consider in any way acceptable or useful:
Kozombos, the Monk and the Void Above (not very good, literally a Skyrim throne)
Sanceline, The Iterative Choir
Szerafyni, The Actinic Seraphs
Vastudoi, The Breathing Worms
Luminous bodhisattvas
The Sightless Pallbearer Unremembered
The Beast That Was A Fisher
Merciless Eyes, God of Law as Instrument of Power
The First Throne of Want
The King Without Compatriot
Ten Thousand Dragons Inform The Thread
Terrestrial Themes (2e)
Dragon-Blooded Athletics (2e)
Charms
Ten-Thousand Dragons Shape Creation (2e)
Dragon-Blooded War Rework (2e)
Portentous Comet Deflecting Mode is fucking cancer (2e)
Some alternate Abyssal Charms (2e)
Artifacts
Beauteous Lance, Piercing The Clouds (2e)
Flutterwing Cloak (2e)
Spider-Weave Galoshes (2e)
Heavenly Judgement (3e)
Heavenly Judgement 2: Electric Boogaloo (Essence)
Worldbuilding
Ys-Avarna
Soconatas
The Lookshyan Empire - Rewrite
The Grand Principality of the Sublime Eightfold Banners
Canton Westmost
The Taari Jati
Ghenhassai
Great Forks - Rewrite
Assorted Miscellanea
A Kerisgame Style (modified 2e)
Some Kerisgame Styles (modified 2e)
Please tell me if I missed something that you found cool or interesting.
Kozombos, the Monk and the Void Above (not very good, literally a Skyrim throne)
Sanceline, The Iterative Choir
Szerafyni, The Actinic Seraphs
Vastudoi, The Breathing Worms
Luminous bodhisattvas
The Sightless Pallbearer Unremembered
The Beast That Was A Fisher
Merciless Eyes, God of Law as Instrument of Power
The First Throne of Want
The King Without Compatriot
Ten Thousand Dragons Inform The Thread
Terrestrial Themes (2e)
Dragon-Blooded Athletics (2e)
Charms
Ten-Thousand Dragons Shape Creation (2e)
Dragon-Blooded War Rework (2e)
Portentous Comet Deflecting Mode is fucking cancer (2e)
Some alternate Abyssal Charms (2e)
Artifacts
Beauteous Lance, Piercing The Clouds (2e)
Flutterwing Cloak (2e)
Spider-Weave Galoshes (2e)
Heavenly Judgement (3e)
Heavenly Judgement 2: Electric Boogaloo (Essence)
Worldbuilding
Ys-Avarna
Soconatas
The Lookshyan Empire - Rewrite
The Grand Principality of the Sublime Eightfold Banners
Canton Westmost
The Taari Jati
Ghenhassai
Great Forks - Rewrite
Assorted Miscellanea
A Kerisgame Style (modified 2e)
Some Kerisgame Styles (modified 2e)
Please tell me if I missed something that you found cool or interesting.
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Hazudiknap, the Anathema Beetles
Demon of the First Circle
Progeny of the Night Hare
A hero arises, wreathed in yellow-gold flame. A golden symbol glistens on their brow. They display inhuman skill. Alas, there are few Solar Exaltations indeed, and Lelabet long ago devised the hazudiknap to muddy the waters. When she heard the Immaculates' tales of the Anathema, she found those tales greatly amusing, and decided to make them a reality.
These demons are small golden beetles that burrow into a mortal's brow below the skin. When they spread their vast immaterial wings, cool yellow flame surrounds their host and burns on their brow. Their ichor flows into the bloodstream of the mortal, giving their features a demonic twist and moderately increasing their speed and strength. And their voice echoes in the skull of the mortal, giving them hallucinations and visions and a feeling of disassociation from their own flesh. None of this gives them the capacity to fight even a single Immaculate on an even footing, though.
Hazudiknap speak many languages and sing sweetly. They are brave beyond foolhardiness and fragile, however, so their numbers are few. In the Demon City they are prey for anything that can catch them, for they are physically weak and taste delicious. When the Night Hare would send them out into the world, she lies to Malfean gold, telling it that it is orichalcum chosen by the Unconquered Sun and the foolish metal believes her, spitting out a new anathema beetle.
Obscurity (1 / 5): Many know about the hazudiknap, but their nature is veiled by the untruths of the Immaculate Faith. Veterans of the Wyld Hunt are aware sometimes that Anathematical power enters the body in the form of a tiny golden demon, but these demons are personally responsible for the considerably inflated kill counts of some members of the Hunt. Those sorcerers who do know of their true nature use them just as Lelabet would see them used - as false Solars that serve as decoys or to lure the Wyld Hunt into a false state of readiness. A peripheral benefit that Lelabet takes glee in is that sometimes Dragonblooded sorcerers will try to banish the demon within a real Solar, which leaves her no end of amusement when she hears of such a tale.
Demon of the First Circle
Progeny of the Night Hare
A hero arises, wreathed in yellow-gold flame. A golden symbol glistens on their brow. They display inhuman skill. Alas, there are few Solar Exaltations indeed, and Lelabet long ago devised the hazudiknap to muddy the waters. When she heard the Immaculates' tales of the Anathema, she found those tales greatly amusing, and decided to make them a reality.
These demons are small golden beetles that burrow into a mortal's brow below the skin. When they spread their vast immaterial wings, cool yellow flame surrounds their host and burns on their brow. Their ichor flows into the bloodstream of the mortal, giving their features a demonic twist and moderately increasing their speed and strength. And their voice echoes in the skull of the mortal, giving them hallucinations and visions and a feeling of disassociation from their own flesh. None of this gives them the capacity to fight even a single Immaculate on an even footing, though.
Hazudiknap speak many languages and sing sweetly. They are brave beyond foolhardiness and fragile, however, so their numbers are few. In the Demon City they are prey for anything that can catch them, for they are physically weak and taste delicious. When the Night Hare would send them out into the world, she lies to Malfean gold, telling it that it is orichalcum chosen by the Unconquered Sun and the foolish metal believes her, spitting out a new anathema beetle.
Obscurity (1 / 5): Many know about the hazudiknap, but their nature is veiled by the untruths of the Immaculate Faith. Veterans of the Wyld Hunt are aware sometimes that Anathematical power enters the body in the form of a tiny golden demon, but these demons are personally responsible for the considerably inflated kill counts of some members of the Hunt. Those sorcerers who do know of their true nature use them just as Lelabet would see them used - as false Solars that serve as decoys or to lure the Wyld Hunt into a false state of readiness. A peripheral benefit that Lelabet takes glee in is that sometimes Dragonblooded sorcerers will try to banish the demon within a real Solar, which leaves her no end of amusement when she hears of such a tale.
- Location
- The sixth circle of Hell (second on weekends)
- Pronouns
- She/Her
brb making an infernal with one of these as a coadjutor
yo dawg i herd u liek anathema so i put an anathema in ur anathema so u could exalt while u exalt
- Location
- Virginia
Ah, but this directly contradicts everything I keep being assured of when I ask: "why doesn't Malfeas have, like, regular societies with growing economies and capital stocks?"
If you have large areas that are not under imminent enormous threat then Malfeas should be teeming with robust institutions and markets. That's what happens when you don't have regular apocalypses. The alien and heterogenous nature of demons can't stop it - gains from trade become even higher in such a situation.
A while ago Earthscorpion was discussing his hearthstones-as-oil hack and how it forced players to actually build up and protect their infrastructure and supply chains. And I objected: "well, really, why can't Keris just buy the infernal hearthstones? If they are really like oil - if they're really that broadly useful - then they would be traded in a highly liquid market."
The answer was more or less that Malfeas is far too unstable and hazardous for anyone to maintain this kind of infrastructure for a very long time without huge expenditures of effort, and so these hearthstones are still rare and don't trade freely.
This isn't entirely satisfying, but, fine, OK. But it goes totally out the window if you say "yeah actually most of Malfeas isn't under any imminent threat on a time-scale of centuries".
This problem persists even if you throw out hearthstones-as-oil, because they're going to produce something - you're going to get a thousand industrial revolutions, a thousand advanced (by Exalted's standards) societies that put the Realm to shame.
NonSequtur
a body
Industrial might be the wrong word when their train-equivalent is giant brazen centipedes. 
Also isn't the inner layer of Ligier full on biopunk and Octavian's empire Victorian in ES' version?
Also isn't the inner layer of Ligier full on biopunk and Octavian's empire Victorian in ES' version?
My, interesting that you define 'normal' moral systems as moral systems that would object to such situations, implying that others are not.
To put it quite simply, having the power to prevent mass murder does not inherently mean you have the right to prevent that mass murder, and when all the locals would go out of their way to get you killed, including those subject to genocide, you are not required to do anything about the mass murders.
After all, you are not required to commit suicide to save another's life. No matter how many anothers are involved.
And in Malfeas? In Malfeas that's pretty much exactly what would happen if you went in as an Exalt.
- Location
- The sixth circle of Hell (second on weekends)
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Been meaning to do this one for a while.
Lamulis, the Opal Equine
Demon of the Second Circle
Expressive Soul of Hannambi, the Nine-Handed Judge
The demon lord Lamulis walks the streets of Hell amidst a retinue of scribes and subordinates, whose ranks are in constant flux as the work he sets them to drives them mad. He has the body of a horse, the head of a man, the wings of a swan and the tail of a peacock, and all are cast in the glittering, many-coloured opal that gives him his name. Despite his beauty, Lamulis is not a vain creature. His mind is tuned to the flights of fancy in others, and his own thoughts are ever in order.
The Opal Equine is an occult mathematician - one of the greatest in all of Malfeas. With enough data, his arcane equations can cause wealth to multiply into stacks of phantasmal opal coin, foresee movements of money and lives yet to come, and bring ruin or prosperity to an individual, enterprise or nation. He is a banker, landlord and moneylender whose opal coins can be found in many a Hellish pocket, for he lends money, rents territory, loans armies and reviews contracts for many others in the Demon Realm. Several legions owe him their allegiance, for though he is no warlord himself, the collection of debts from demons can often be a violent affair. It is rumoured that Lamulis counts at least two Unquestionable in his ledgers, and not as creditors, but such whisperings draw his wrath when he hears them. Whether this is because he fears the Priests of Cecelyne or resents those debtors his armies and assassins cannot touch is known only to him.
Should his ire be roused against one who has borrowed from him, Lamulis can arrange coin, deeds and ledgers into secret arithmetic patterns to carry out a fell ritual of retribution. These things the Opal Equine can inflict upon a debtor; that the sight of wealth should nauseate them and its touch bring pain, that nightmares should plague them of land rightfully his, that their veins should bleed out through the coin they yet owe, and that their flesh should become opal and pass into his treasury. The shortest of these rituals takes him little more than an hour, but the longest lasts 616 minutes and tires him greatly. Consequently, he resorts to such measures only when his spies can find no trace of a client gone missing. Sometimes, though, it amuses him to declare a demon's entire account due, and give them but six screams to gather all they owe before doom comes to all they possess.
Summoning: Sorcerers call on Lamulis to punish their debtors, review their finances and manage their investments. His occult wisdom is considerable, though much of it is abstract mathematical lore that will mean little to those in the Age of Sorrows - and to study it too closely risks being drawn into the truths of the Demon Realm and the realisation that the squabbles of mortal lives are meaningless compared to the deeper numerical truths. Lamulis is loathe to go unpaid, and gains Limit whenever he is kept from avenging himself on a debtor. He can step into Creation when a mathematical proof is discovered in an accounting-house, and there proceed to establish himself.
Lamulis, the Opal Equine
Demon of the Second Circle
Expressive Soul of Hannambi, the Nine-Handed Judge
The demon lord Lamulis walks the streets of Hell amidst a retinue of scribes and subordinates, whose ranks are in constant flux as the work he sets them to drives them mad. He has the body of a horse, the head of a man, the wings of a swan and the tail of a peacock, and all are cast in the glittering, many-coloured opal that gives him his name. Despite his beauty, Lamulis is not a vain creature. His mind is tuned to the flights of fancy in others, and his own thoughts are ever in order.
The Opal Equine is an occult mathematician - one of the greatest in all of Malfeas. With enough data, his arcane equations can cause wealth to multiply into stacks of phantasmal opal coin, foresee movements of money and lives yet to come, and bring ruin or prosperity to an individual, enterprise or nation. He is a banker, landlord and moneylender whose opal coins can be found in many a Hellish pocket, for he lends money, rents territory, loans armies and reviews contracts for many others in the Demon Realm. Several legions owe him their allegiance, for though he is no warlord himself, the collection of debts from demons can often be a violent affair. It is rumoured that Lamulis counts at least two Unquestionable in his ledgers, and not as creditors, but such whisperings draw his wrath when he hears them. Whether this is because he fears the Priests of Cecelyne or resents those debtors his armies and assassins cannot touch is known only to him.
Should his ire be roused against one who has borrowed from him, Lamulis can arrange coin, deeds and ledgers into secret arithmetic patterns to carry out a fell ritual of retribution. These things the Opal Equine can inflict upon a debtor; that the sight of wealth should nauseate them and its touch bring pain, that nightmares should plague them of land rightfully his, that their veins should bleed out through the coin they yet owe, and that their flesh should become opal and pass into his treasury. The shortest of these rituals takes him little more than an hour, but the longest lasts 616 minutes and tires him greatly. Consequently, he resorts to such measures only when his spies can find no trace of a client gone missing. Sometimes, though, it amuses him to declare a demon's entire account due, and give them but six screams to gather all they owe before doom comes to all they possess.
Summoning: Sorcerers call on Lamulis to punish their debtors, review their finances and manage their investments. His occult wisdom is considerable, though much of it is abstract mathematical lore that will mean little to those in the Age of Sorrows - and to study it too closely risks being drawn into the truths of the Demon Realm and the realisation that the squabbles of mortal lives are meaningless compared to the deeper numerical truths. Lamulis is loathe to go unpaid, and gains Limit whenever he is kept from avenging himself on a debtor. He can step into Creation when a mathematical proof is discovered in an accounting-house, and there proceed to establish himself.
- Location
- Spain
Wut.
Plenty of demons would be extremely happy to acept the protection of a benevolent Exalted overlord.
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- Location
- Denmark
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Firstly, you're ignoring the point I made about geomantic instability, which is to say, Yozi demenses shift frequently enough (because they're a healthy living body) that without a massive investment or a lot of good luck, you're not going to have your demense last long enough for the hundreds of man years invested in a manse to be worth it. So you don't build manses. You send in the slave workers in lead-lined clothing with pick-axes to pillage it for everything that it's worth until it's dry, extracting all the value you can in the short time it lasts.
Secondly, your "yay capitalism" fantasies ignore the fundamental instability of Malfean life. Just because the layers aren't going to smash together doesn't mean that a greater lord is going to sweep over and conquer your land. Or a Metagoyin disease is going to cause a local plant-zombie apocalypse. Capital certainly has a hell of an attrition rate when acid rain is the only kind of rain there is.
Malfeas is a prison society. Violence is omnipresent. Life is dirt cheap (which is why slavery and "throw more bodies at problems" solutions are also omnipresent). The legal system is made to be unreliable and contradictory - and explicitly allows more powerful people to freely screw with their lessers. So your "liquid market in hearthstones" lasts precisely as long as it takes for a Third Circle to go "I want those hearthstones" and take them for a pet project.
But there will be places where you can buy hearthstones, yes. Marikos will be trading in them, because that's his thing - he trades in all kinds of esoterics. But he's a Second Circle with enough clout and enough favours that fucking with him will disturb the greater game board - and his focus is trade.
Yes, there will be hearthstone traders - but you won't get a liquid market. You'll get a few connected high value goods traders who are Second Circles or higher and then you'll get a decidedly non-liquid set of regional markets often selling highly impure hearthstones. There won't be a hearthstone futures market, unless there's some prophetic demons around. Yes, there will be First Circle gang lords who buy low-grade hearthstones to load into catapults and launch at their foes, but that doesn't make an "industrial revolution".
In Malfeas, the only "robust institutions" are those maintained by force. That is how Cecelyne wills it.
- Location
- Virginia
Your mistake is to dismiss this as some kind of Randian "yay capitalism it's so wonderful" fantasy. It is nothing like that. It's just that trade and markets are a thing that happen and you can't stop them.
North Korea has easily accessible black markets for people with hard currency. People in the middle of war-torn Syria can buy foreign-made cigarettes for cash. Trade is an inevitable consequence, not of some peculiarity of human nature or circumstances or stability, but of heterogeneous wants and endowments.
And I don't care if you have a 21st-century oil rig or Roman slaves dying in Iberian silver mines. You still get output that people with no particular focus on silver-related infrastructure can easily get their hands on if they are sufficiently productive at something else. And they don't need to make deals with the silver miners to get it - they just do the thing they are productive at, and naturally are able to just trade it for silver coins. Or oil. Or Malfean hearthstones.
History has very few examples of people needing a particular substance and thus having to set up and manage the supply chains themselves. In fact, history shows that in almost every case this was unnecessary, that people who wanted a particular good can usually just buy it.
More importantly, you're supporting my post! You're contradicting Aaron Peori's claim that there are huge parts of Malfeas that don't have to worry about any of these various horrible tragedies for centuries at a time or more.
You also overestimate the harshness of things like wars on capital accumulation. We firebombed the vast majority of Japan's cities and look at them 70 years later. Some can be bad but when Malfeas is enormous and has existed for millennia some stuff should be getting through.
In case you didn't know, prison societies feature accessible markets in lots and lots of goods! Markets, trade, even currency emerge naturally even when the authorities are supposed to suppress them.
And if Malfeas is as huge as presented, then it is hard verging on impossible for it to actually have a uniform character as you describe it. Parts of it will be a prison society, yes. But much of it won't be - size means diversity.
And then he gets overthrown by another Benevolent Overlord.
The problem is that Malfeas is too unstable, politically speaking, and there's plenty of peer or greater opponents an Exalt may face who will gang up on him, or be betrayed by his subordinates for one reason or another.
- Location
- Brittany, France
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Octavian has carved out an empire that's a quarter of a layer and held onto it for who knows how long. You can build lasting domains in Malfeas. You have to be able to, or the entire place is completely meaningless.
- Location
- Denmark
- Pronouns
- She/Her
This is a silly thing to say given that an Exalt might as well ally with other Demons.
Like, it's not like they're a hivemind.
Yes.
That's true.
Well. No, not quite.
You see, all demons are part of the minds and souls of another, higher being, at the end there being the Yozi. And the Yozi hate the Exalted. They also fear them, yes, but they hate the Exalted to an extend that can't be properly expressed. Do not make the mistake of thinking that a demon of any Circle would not betray or try to destroy when bid to do so by those higher than them.
Azrael
Sakura Saber
- Location
- Throne of Heroes
1. First Circles are explicitly NOT the Yozi's souls.
2. We have examples of at least up to Second Circles defecting, to the point of being removed from the Yozi's soul hierarchy.
3. The Third Circles and Second Circles (demons in general, really) follow their nature before anything else. It's why the Ebon Dragon can be betrayed by his own souls. This property isn't unique to him though. Don't think for a minute Ligier wouldn't ditch Malfeas, or at least certain parts of him, if he could.
- Location
- London, England
Nah. First Circle demons are creatures in and of themselves - made by their betters, but not in any way part of them.
- Location
- Spain
Leaving aside the other silly parts of your post (Already adressed).
This is, simply put, not true. There are a few thousand second circles. When you take in consideration Malfeas size, than means that you will have expanses of terrain a hundred times the size of the roman empire than haven't seen a demon lord in millenia.
(Like, my first post was about how if you take Malfeas size seriously, that means is easier to met a demon lord in Creation that in hell. I meant that literally).
Somewhere in the vast expanses of inmense Malfeas, there is an enlightened, advanced society of first circles that have mastered sorcery and geomancy, whose sages scoff at the existence of higher demons as a supersticious myth.
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