Yeah, so I was reading something the other day and one of the antagonists in it inspired me and then a couple of other antagonists from other things I've read got involved and long story short have a Third Circle demon. She's nice!
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Drosera, the Smiling Sundew
Demon of the Third Circle
Second Soul of Metagaos
Drosera is friendly. Drosera is sweet. Drosera treats all alike, whether prince or pauper. She judges no-one by their station or nature, gives herself no airs, demands no special treatment. Drosera's gentle smile and heartfelt compliments have brought joy to many in their final, peaceful moments.
Such are the lies of the Thousand-Toothed Blossom's secondborn soul.
The Smiling Sundew smiles, always. She bares her teeth at the world, so charmingly that none notice they are sharp until too late. She makes no judgements by rank or birth; all creatures are but meat to her, one carcass no different from the next. She is affable, informal and easy-natured, for she knows that pretty-petalled behaviour lures fresh victims into her razor jaws. She is earnest, sweet and complimentary, for it is polite to congratulate one's food on its delectable flavour.
The writings of the old Deliberative name Drosera a monster even among other demons; a cannibal flower with an endless hunger. In form she resembles a sunflower, though botanists recognise her petals as the sticky, beaded leaves of a sundew. Her only human features are her grey eyes and her ever-present crescent smile, but she can use vines and leaves as prehensile limbs in seemingly endless supply. Though she can shrink to the height of grass or loom as high as the tallest trees, she prefers to stand at human height - flavour is better savoured bite by bite than in a single gulp. Sometimes she weaves her vines and stalks together to become a great serpentine beast with a flowerbloom head and a thousand-fanged maw, and in this guise she can devour an army in moments.
In Hell, she makes her home in a great field on the outskirts of the Hungry Swamp where brightly-coloured flowers blossom in the dull grey boggy soil, each a carnivore that twines its roots around countless bones. These blossoms are her children, and though she will sacrifice them if need be, she is a proud mother who delights in sharing the merits and virtues of anything floral. That plants are superior to beasts and men is self-evident in her eyes, and she is greatly pleased when creatures of flesh and blood agree with her. Often, no more than sweet flattery and promises of devoted care are needed to coax her into yielding whatever rare flower or exotic tree a petitioner might wish for, grown from the corpse of some small game or slaughtered cow. Transforming fauna into flora is within her power, but she considers this a precious gift she only grants to those who impress her greatly.
Drosera's appetite for meat knows no limits. She sallies forth often from her fields to glut herself on Malfean battlefields, and would devour her fellow Unquestionable if she could, even her own brothers and sisters. Nothing will ever sate her, and in the grip of her bloodthirsty urges she knows no loyalty and holds nothing sacred. Those who entreat with her thus know, if they are wise, to bring easy food to sate her while they bargain. She will take an easy platter over difficult prey, and is wise enough to value a returning source of food over a single meal. Her cunning echoes the manner of roots that seek any crack in stone to break it apart, and she excels in finding loopholes and weaknesses in an enemy's defences. Some ask her to advise them in their strategems and accept the occasional subordinate going missing as they bargain; victims claimed in moments of vulnerability.
The Smiling Sundew's world is one where plants and beasts are ever at odds. She considered Sextes Jylis her favourite child in a bygone age, and never truly accepted his treachery. Even to this day, she hopes for reconciliation like an estranged, possessive mother, and favours Wood Aspects and elementals as honorary plants and beloved grandchildren. Gifts of green jade or hearthstones of Wood delight her enough to earn her favour, and though a treacherous grandchild will rouse her to terrible ire, she will always offer them repentence in her service before dealing a killing blow.
Notes and abilities: Despite her monstrousness and the warnings in old Deliberative texts, sorcerers find many reasons to call upon the demon flower Drosera. Her command over plantlife is without peer, and if fed blood and bone her children can grow instantly into any form she asks. Ten cattle - or a single human sacrifice - can raise a crop field even on barren stone that will feed a hundred for a year. She can command stone-shattering roots to bore tunnels and wells, till rocky ground into fertile fields, and even raise castles or fortifications of living wood that devour any who assault them. Her children must be fed in proportion to their deeds, but many is the king who would consider this cost acceptable.
If not for infrastructure, Drosera can be summoned for war. When turned loose to sate her appetite on an enemy, her sweet smile expands into a jagged crescent of slavering fangs. Jaws open at the tip of every writhing vine and folding leaf, and the plants and flowers around her bay for blood. Her sticky fronds wrap up her prey in inescapable gluey coils, digesting them in moments before unfurling for more. Such is her ravenous power, and so freely will she submit to binding if offered a large enough meal, that a cold-blooded sorcerer may not care about the grisly toll her actions reap. Fire finds no purchase on her leaves, but boiling water pains her terribly when it scalds her roots, and she will not fight on volcanic ground for fear of geothermal springs. Any who discover this weakness die; even her grandchildren are no exceptions to her willingness to keep her secret safe.
Her Greater Self's hunger clutches Drosera tightly, and her roots are always starving. Though she cannot turn against her summoner, she cannot be bound to refrain from sating her appetite, and though she can be ordered to abstain from human flesh, such commands last only as long as her stomach remains full. She gains a point of Limit for each hour she goes unfed on meat or blood. So close does the Swamp's hunger clutch her that it is difficult for her to escape Hell's confines. Nonetheless, there are places in Creation, flower fields whose roots twine around the bones of a thousand slaughtered men and women, that serve as weak points she can grow through. Though she can show her face in such places only for as long as human blood falls upon the flowers, this is usually long enough to eat her fill - and plant another carcass in the soil.