Cinder wasn't a very well known demon among mortals. Lucky for him, demon deities didn't rely on worship like heavenly one's. Worship and disciples did empower them a great deal, but more dominant in their source of power were the actions taken by mortals.
Cinder was a demon lord of wrath and fire, under him were the barons and baronesses of betrayal, anger, and destruction, each specific aspects of his power, and thralls to their Lord's will. But they could not do what he did, not only did he embody all those things together, but he was capable of granting power to mortal followers through his teachings of demonic power.
He would give such teachings and boons to any mortal who brought him regular sacrifice, once a month usually. And any mortal who completed his teachings would be named an Archdisciple, a half human, half demon. Immortal in the sense that they could not age, but still capable of being slain. He had had a few in centuries past, some had even Impressed him with their devotion enough to be made a demon themselves, one of the Altum Daemonum, High Demons.
It was this promise of power and strength that drew men and women to him with offerings, very few received his favour. Not tonight though.
The catacombs of the city Nurum were deep, wide and labyrinthine. With altars of all kinds located in many places throughout the catacombs. He waited quietly in the depths, listening, and he heard footsteps, and the sound of something being dragged across stone. Listening further, he could tell that the thing being dragged was in fact a struggling woman, gagged by a rag to quiet her screams.
He listened further curious of what nefarious purpose her captor had.
Cinder was a demon lord of wrath and fire, under him were the barons and baronesses of betrayal, anger, and destruction, each specific aspects of his power, and thralls to their Lord's will. But they could not do what he did, not only did he embody all those things together, but he was capable of granting power to mortal followers through his teachings of demonic power.
He would give such teachings and boons to any mortal who brought him regular sacrifice, once a month usually. And any mortal who completed his teachings would be named an Archdisciple, a half human, half demon. Immortal in the sense that they could not age, but still capable of being slain. He had had a few in centuries past, some had even Impressed him with their devotion enough to be made a demon themselves, one of the Altum Daemonum, High Demons.
It was this promise of power and strength that drew men and women to him with offerings, very few received his favour. Not tonight though.
The catacombs of the city Nurum were deep, wide and labyrinthine. With altars of all kinds located in many places throughout the catacombs. He waited quietly in the depths, listening, and he heard footsteps, and the sound of something being dragged across stone. Listening further, he could tell that the thing being dragged was in fact a struggling woman, gagged by a rag to quiet her screams.
He listened further curious of what nefarious purpose her captor had.