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Daemons of the BotL


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Some daemons are the spawn of a single atrocity or the deeds of one villain. Others gestate slowly, an avalanche of sins that's accumulates over centuries, even millennia.

 

Such is the nature of the Pallid Priest, the reflection of every holy sinner. When the first shaman preached knowing one's place whilst taking the tribe's resources for himself, this daemon began to take shape. But it did not assume its true form until the Second Millennium, when the great cathedrals and temples rose across the surface of Old Earth.

 

In every cult and religion lurked a false shepherd, and the Pallid Priest supped on their vices. Its power and malice are drawn from every cleric who exploited his flock in the privacy of the confessional, every man in gilded robes who declaimed the virtue in poverty between banquets, every drop of blood on the hands of those who preached peace and goodwill. Even within the Ecclesiarchy, there are those who feed it.

 

It is insidious as only one of Slaanesh's mightiest daemons can be, worming its way effortlessly into the favour of the Youngest God. It has the guile and cruelty of uncounted holy sinners at its disposal. As such, I never thought anyone would attempt to bind it, let alone use it.

 

I never claimed that I am always correct.

 

- attributed to Legba the Deiciomancer

  • 4 weeks later...

Mirr'or- The Recorder, The Reflection, The Portal of Infinite Truths

 

An unaligned demon who's goals and desires are completely unknown.

 

I'm thinking of a scenario where Mirr'or attempts to "enlighten" either Icarion or Alex (or another, less pivotal character) by showing them the multitude of realities where humanity falls. It's seen as an attempt to sow doubt but could also be seen as a rare occasion of a demon of the warp trying to do good. (Cause you know, whoever said all demons are bad?)

Wouldn't just be like a high power fury in a sense? As it is my understanding there are plenty of Warp entities not alligned to the Chaos Pantheon.

 

Also U'nas the Eater the of Gods, servant of Tzeentch, devourer of knowledge, first ascended of the Wendiigo.

Mirr'or is a manifestation of unadulterated knowledge, fact. He knows everything there is to know, across every dimension. He doesn't seek to twist fate or manipulate the mortal plain with this knowledge, his only intention is to share it with those who seek it and are willing to accept it.  I'm thinking he's trapped on a planet separated from time by Tzeentch (who views Mirr'or as a nuisance, if not an outright threat) and is discovered by [insert Primarch name here] and tries to share his knowledge (with various levels of success depending on who it is he's talking to.)

not directly no, but Mirr'or doesn't care about that. But whatever Primarch he talks to might take the knowledge granted to him by Mirr'or and choose to act against humanity. I'm kinda seeing this as a sort of cabal situation, with a cool surreal demonic spin.

Am I a go for Mirr'or? If I am I was going to start a new post for him and the story so i can get feedback and whatnot.

 

Sure. I'm just not used to unaligned daemons, so I always give them a funny look when I meet them. If you want candidates, the two you listed off work well. During the Siege of Terra, Alexandros breaks his own personal code when it comes to looking at the future and casts his 'sight' farther and deeper than ever, which leads to his final temptation with Tzeentch and Magnus. But, it'd be pretty easy to insert a meeting with Mirr'or before that one.

 

Icarion, of course, starts his Insurrection in part because of future visions of Madrigal being destroyed. Mirr'or could be the daemon that Travier summons to support the visions. In this case, what strengthens Travier's case is that this is the first unaligned daemon Icarion ever meets, which catches him off-guard.

 

Anyone else will work too for a chance to see 'what if' scenarios involving themselves.

  • 2 years later...

The unenlightened believe Chaos, in spite of its obvious name, is a single entity working towards a single purpose, divided by color and favorite prey. If the fools had spared even a casual observation to the interactions between the different choirs, they'd see the never-ending jockeying for power and influence that is refraction to the material powers' own efforts to ensure supremacy. Of course, the scale is mind-breaking, but what use is 'sanity' when immersed in pure truth? 

 

As befitting their own name, and a blood-red moon, powers wax and wane as reality bends in their favour or not. Time is, at west, is a moldable concept in the Warp, its existence regarded as soft cheese than the unyielding rock it is in the Materium, but it does exist, if only to give something for the Warp to twist and turn. 

 

When the Anathema began his hypocritical crusade, for hypocrispy is bred into his very being as we all know, the Four, the magnificient typhons they are, were arranged as wolverine, slug, feline, and bird, the bird broken by the other three to end its supremacy over void, water, plasma. Even then, true difference in might was mouse, and NONE EXIST OUTSIDE THE FOUR! For each had supped long and well during the previous Age of Long yet Shallow Meals. 

 

Birth of feline was boon and curse. The feline ate and ate and ate and ate and ate and ate and ate and ate, but did not know when to stop. Scraps remained, planets vomited into the Materium by the gorging. The ignorant believe the Anathema single-handedly cleared the way for his armies with his might, lies, lies, nothing but lies. Yet, the Anathema did fight the Powers. Lost but fought hard. The scraps were eradicated, but only to be replaced by a new deep buffet.

 

The buffet would come later though. Wolverine drank the blood shed in the Anathema's Crusade and drank deep. Of the Four, the wolverine grew largest even as the scraps were torn away from all. The slug watched as Mankind inflicted weapon of chem and virus and laughed with delight. The feline watched, still full from the last meal, but waiting. Finally, the bird hovered with a broken wing and nibbled as new warlocks and witches grew in knowledge and strength. 

 

This was the strength of each of the Four before the buffet came, and NONE BUT THE FOUR!

 

 

 - The Mad Chronicler

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