Demonicous: Introduction
The long stretch of the land, flowing and flat was scorched beneath the brilliant glare of the nova star above. The dark shadows that ghosted across the desert plains were already beginning to shrink beneath the approach of noon.
Slim tumble weeds, crawled and rolled across the ground every so often, the eyes following hypnotically, for lack of nothing else to peer at. The occasional cactus already dims within the streaming glare of illumination.
And yet within the distance, there stood a single town. Thriving on sheer will, determination, and complete and utter lack of love for your fellow man.
Or in this case beast.
Caraan was little known for its densely populated forests or tropical climates. Beaches and water, long since dried up, and turned to desert dunes. The little plant life that seemed to thrive so long before, having died out within the first decade of Caraan's existence. It was a scorching ball, of sand and streaming sunlight, where night only existed indoors, the windows shut tight, and the doors bolted hard.
It was a world of little life, and complete occult majesty.
The demon world of Caraan slowly crawled across its own axis. Light and dark held no meaning, nor did the forces of good and evil. For only the latter existed in this dismal plane. The lives of the demonicous and the flowing depths of auroric energy, that seemed to seep, and leak throughout the fault crack lines. Strange beasts and demonic entities roamed the plane freely, drifting in and out of doorways and households freely. Conversing, Coupling…Feeding.
The mundane factor remained only because they still had their uses. Slavery was popular amidst these times, and many a demon could be found with a slave girl at his or her side, for cooking, cleaning and… other activities. Many a male could easily be used within the same aspect.
Within this society of the surreal and realistic Fantasy, their lived some semblance of order. Corrupt as it may have been, still it was order none the less. Twelve kin-ships, each of a different variety in beast or creature, though all were much the same as the next.
They served their purposes.
The first and foremost were the Deval. High arbitrators and judges, of anarchy. These stood highest within the demonic ladder of rule, keeping well away from the detestable low classes of the other kin. They stood merely as the high born, and royal thinking themselves above the rest. Pompous and cruel to those beneath them, they represented the pinnacle of socialite society.
Next in line came the order of artistic deities. The Corin held little by way of reason or thought, emotion meaning all or nothing to them. Their lives revolved around the secret teachings of the prophetic and occult mysteries. Each drifted between the worlds of beyond and local, their bodies rarely used, as their minds were either aloft within the heavens, or awash with the drugs and sedatives, available across the Black market.
Third came the Deconstructionists. Gerafen were nothing more then lawyers. Nit picking and nagging at possible clients, for the privilege or possibility of representing them in a completely inane case, these social pests, were constantly in search of new clientele, stripping the laws they so carefully put together, of any decency or possible justice. Slowly they work the society into the ground, and taking it apart from the inside.
Fourth along the ladder of demonicous, came the ever present Creationists. The living embodiments of creation and life, the Korfax carefully put together what the Gerafen took apart. Keeping their society within a constant loop, the cycle never ending, as what is left of plant life, and vegetation, is kept guarded and carefully preserved by these peaceful Entities.
Fifth along the ladder, came the Rookery of inventors. These were the Jorik, slim and tiny amidst the other kin, these were the martyrs and masochist of the kin. They're nutty and suicidal attempts at occult wizardry and mechanical construct, eventually sent them into hiding, their brethren shunning them out of disdain and something akin to fear. Their destructive natures, took many a life before they went into a state of solitude.
Sixth came along as the Religious sect devoted to the gods, and goddesses of Caraan. The Torivous, carefully situated their establishments and temples away from the sights and sounds of the noisome cities, carefully practising their teachings and rituals within private, fearful that their acts may call forth the wrath of the high born, or worse.
Seventh came the Wise ones. The Ancien were careful where they spread their knowledge, most of the inhabitants of Caraan taking little heed, and even less liking to the corrective words these old and time aged entities, though they have their chances with the initiates, and the lower castes.
Eighth were the grunts and the fodder of the kin, the battles crazed and rage hungry. These were the Strifen, the honour guard, and protectors of the high born and the lower classes. Also the most numerous of the Kin-ships, these contained and destroyed any interlopers or trespassers of the realm, carefully weeding the wanted, from the refugees and conquered. Not a single of the other kin dared challenge their might, even the Deval carefully avoided the Battle-kin.
Ninth in the ladder, was held confidently by the Sucubus and Incubus. The Extren, were the mistresses and sexual quenchers of the castes, carefully situating themselves amidst the high born and the other kin-ships. Most became the wives or husbands to many of the upper classes, though some peddled their wares along the streets, or in the Strifen barracks, where they could contain their thirst for pleasantries, and company.
Tenth and nearly the final caste in this system of Demonicous came the Brotherhood of thievery. The Korai were the tricksters, and thieves of the castes, carefully avoiding the Strifen and their combative authority, slicing away money pouches, and slitting throats for the purposes of the high born. Playing tricks and pranks on the initiates and even the Deval, while laughing from the shadows and safety of the streets.
Next to the Strifen, The Korai were the most numerous.
Eleventh came the first level upon which any that came to the realm, or were born into the sect, entered in. The initiates were nothing but lowly workers, most of which would choose their path for the future, and follow in one of the nine households. These beginners were looked upon as only slightly better then the Korai, and only half of the number of initiates that came in every year, ever made it to ascension into the upper orders.
Lastly were the lowest of the species, most of which consisted of the Mortal pedigree. The Mundane's were nothing more then slaves. Workers of the buildings and menial jobs, carefully keeping their profiles low, for fear some stray entity were to slay them, for their sideways glance, or blundering mistake.
This was the devil world of Caraan, ominous and harsh within its stature. The contrasting plains of solid heat and scorching plains, hiding the dark underbelly of the civilisation. Light played but a menial part in the escapades of the everyday life, lighting a room or heating a hearth, the darkness was pure…uncorrupted…all encompassing.
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