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Here is some more information about demons and, in particular, about the Krigans...
Our unforgettable ancestral home, Hell. A world of strange properties. Your sun scorches with unbearable heat, looming directly overhead. The flames of its red fire almost lick the surface of Hell. And the world itself is hot; mountains erupt with volcanoes, and rivers of lava unpredictably change course. But there is life in Hell. There is, thanks to the strange power of the Plane of Hatred. This dimension, permeating the entire Universe, has chosen Hell as its point of concentration. The souls of dead sentient beings nourish this plane with their energy, and with it, the beings living in Hell. Not all the dead give us strength; only those who died harboring hatred, malice, and rage fall into it, but there are many such. This energy makes it possible to live in fire and predatory grass, and in man-eating trees, and in saber-toothed rodents, and in Cerberuses, and in Efreet, and in devils. In Hell, everyone eats everyone. Only sentient beings have formed an alliance in order not to destroy each other. This alliance is called the Krigan.
The Plane of Hatred sometimes allows us to move within it. When a plague or war occurs in some world, so much power flows into the Plane that it becomes possible to penetrate it. So, from the very beginning of the Krigan's existence, we knew about other worlds. Many defeated clans, like mine, found refuge in other worlds, but few wanted to stay there. In other places, the power of Hatred flows into our bodies only in a thin stream, but in Hell, it permeates like a raging torrent. Only the weakness and softness of the local inhabitants give pleasure to being in other worlds. And most importantly, what we learned from these journeys is that hatred of strangers and malice towards our own prevail everywhere. Kill or be killed, the stronger is right – these are the unchanging and only laws of sentient life.
Goodness, love, mercy are false tales invented by you, softies, to justify your powerlessness. But as soon as you feel your power over someone, these silly ramblings immediately fly out of your empty heads. And then you are already clinging to the throat of a weakened enemy. You only show pity to those who will never rise above you; it is safe to pity such. But when the Krigans first began to travel to other worlds, these concepts stirred up many minds. Many horns were broken and many tails were torn off in disputes among the best thinkers about the truth of these ideas. Only the creation of the Mirror of Fire put an end to the disputes, proving the falsehood of goodness. Only rage is true, and with rage, we destroy those who hinder us. But there is no purpose in our destruction of all softies; they are the source of our strength and the means of continuing our race.
For many centuries, we were among the thirteen ruling clans of Hell, and in a few days, we were defeated. The Mirror of Fire, our greatest creation, saved the clan from complete destruction. Now, only the Mirror is our hope. Created by several archdevils directly in the Plane of Hatred, it absorbed the mysterious power of this dimension. Place a sentient being in front of the Mirror, and it will reflect its hatred and malice back at itself. What torments do people invent for themselves! Softies tell how the terrible Krigans tortured King Roland, but they didn't even touch him with the tip of a claw. It was the Mirror that returned his rage to him, increasing it and returning it again. How much power Lucifer gained from these torments. And yet, the Mirror has never reflected mercy or love, which means that there was none of it in any of the millions of beings that sat before it. Only demons are almost not affected by the Mirror; the reflected rage is absorbed by us, and it is difficult to bring softies to Hell. Therefore, having exhausted the reserves of strength, the clan weakened before the purely military power of one of the young clans. Few reserves of strength were used to save the queen, create a ship from an asteroid, and ignite the reactor in its depths with the Mirror.
The queen lays many eggs, from which these spawn of Hell appear. She is fertile, but not every egg produces a Krigan. The eggs lie until the Plane of Hatred releases a new soul. The souls that fall into the Plane, as if in a cauldron, are boiled in their own rage. The remnants of stupid prejudices burn away in the cleansing flame of hatred and pain. And when nothing superfluous remains in the soul, it leaves the Plane and penetrates the laid egg. Only after that does the egg begin to develop. An un-ensouled egg can lie for a long time, but not forever, and many die. From one clutch, both a devil and a Cerberus and a demon can emerge; the mechanism of inheritance is unknown to us. Some philosophers argue that thieves become demons, and hellhounds are those who committed lawlessness, covering themselves with an order, but no one has yet been able to prove this. Truly foolish are those who claim that Krigans dream of destroying all living things, for then we would end our own race. But there are more and more of us, and the wars of the softies are replenishing our ranks, especially the Crusades, after which the number of devils increases sharply. Only females do not need a soul from the Plane; they are born on their own, although very rarely. For many centuries, they mate without producing offspring, accumulating semen in themselves. What orgies are arranged when there is a young female in the clan... But time passes, and the female lays her first clutch, becoming a new queen. She can become the successor of the old one if she is infirm, or, gathering ambitious admirers around herself, found a new clan.
Armageddon's Blade... Fools, you only know part of the truth, although even Lucifer did not know everything. This schism within the clan had been brewing for a long time. After being exiled from Hell, a group of warriors, who decided to reject the power of the Mirror, took the lead of the clan. Philosophers and scientists remained on the sidelines, but they managed to send several devils to the group of Kseron. They, in turn, handed the blacksmith Kazandar a fragment of the Mirror of Fire for inlaying the hilt. The fragment did not affect Kseron, because he is a Krigan, but when the Blade got to Gelu, the properties of the Mirror manifested themselves in full force. The hero's rage multiplied and grew, eclipsing reason. In the end, this led to the well-known cataclysm. Only pitiful remnants remained of the clan; there was no queen, only two young females, and only a couple of years ago, one of them laid her first clutch. The clan is growing, troops are gathering, and when we find the fragment of the Mirror from the hilt of Armageddon's Blade, those who are still left on Antagarich will not be able to stop us...
Our unforgettable ancestral home, Hell. A world of strange properties. Your sun scorches with unbearable heat, looming directly overhead. The flames of its red fire almost lick the surface of Hell. And the world itself is hot; mountains erupt with volcanoes, and rivers of lava unpredictably change course. But there is life in Hell. There is, thanks to the strange power of the Plane of Hatred. This dimension, permeating the entire Universe, has chosen Hell as its point of concentration. The souls of dead sentient beings nourish this plane with their energy, and with it, the beings living in Hell. Not all the dead give us strength; only those who died harboring hatred, malice, and rage fall into it, but there are many such. This energy makes it possible to live in fire and predatory grass, and in man-eating trees, and in saber-toothed rodents, and in Cerberuses, and in Efreet, and in devils. In Hell, everyone eats everyone. Only sentient beings have formed an alliance in order not to destroy each other. This alliance is called the Krigan.
The Plane of Hatred sometimes allows us to move within it. When a plague or war occurs in some world, so much power flows into the Plane that it becomes possible to penetrate it. So, from the very beginning of the Krigan's existence, we knew about other worlds. Many defeated clans, like mine, found refuge in other worlds, but few wanted to stay there. In other places, the power of Hatred flows into our bodies only in a thin stream, but in Hell, it permeates like a raging torrent. Only the weakness and softness of the local inhabitants give pleasure to being in other worlds. And most importantly, what we learned from these journeys is that hatred of strangers and malice towards our own prevail everywhere. Kill or be killed, the stronger is right – these are the unchanging and only laws of sentient life.
Goodness, love, mercy are false tales invented by you, softies, to justify your powerlessness. But as soon as you feel your power over someone, these silly ramblings immediately fly out of your empty heads. And then you are already clinging to the throat of a weakened enemy. You only show pity to those who will never rise above you; it is safe to pity such. But when the Krigans first began to travel to other worlds, these concepts stirred up many minds. Many horns were broken and many tails were torn off in disputes among the best thinkers about the truth of these ideas. Only the creation of the Mirror of Fire put an end to the disputes, proving the falsehood of goodness. Only rage is true, and with rage, we destroy those who hinder us. But there is no purpose in our destruction of all softies; they are the source of our strength and the means of continuing our race.
For many centuries, we were among the thirteen ruling clans of Hell, and in a few days, we were defeated. The Mirror of Fire, our greatest creation, saved the clan from complete destruction. Now, only the Mirror is our hope. Created by several archdevils directly in the Plane of Hatred, it absorbed the mysterious power of this dimension. Place a sentient being in front of the Mirror, and it will reflect its hatred and malice back at itself. What torments do people invent for themselves! Softies tell how the terrible Krigans tortured King Roland, but they didn't even touch him with the tip of a claw. It was the Mirror that returned his rage to him, increasing it and returning it again. How much power Lucifer gained from these torments. And yet, the Mirror has never reflected mercy or love, which means that there was none of it in any of the millions of beings that sat before it. Only demons are almost not affected by the Mirror; the reflected rage is absorbed by us, and it is difficult to bring softies to Hell. Therefore, having exhausted the reserves of strength, the clan weakened before the purely military power of one of the young clans. Few reserves of strength were used to save the queen, create a ship from an asteroid, and ignite the reactor in its depths with the Mirror.
The queen lays many eggs, from which these spawn of Hell appear. She is fertile, but not every egg produces a Krigan. The eggs lie until the Plane of Hatred releases a new soul. The souls that fall into the Plane, as if in a cauldron, are boiled in their own rage. The remnants of stupid prejudices burn away in the cleansing flame of hatred and pain. And when nothing superfluous remains in the soul, it leaves the Plane and penetrates the laid egg. Only after that does the egg begin to develop. An un-ensouled egg can lie for a long time, but not forever, and many die. From one clutch, both a devil and a Cerberus and a demon can emerge; the mechanism of inheritance is unknown to us. Some philosophers argue that thieves become demons, and hellhounds are those who committed lawlessness, covering themselves with an order, but no one has yet been able to prove this. Truly foolish are those who claim that Krigans dream of destroying all living things, for then we would end our own race. But there are more and more of us, and the wars of the softies are replenishing our ranks, especially the Crusades, after which the number of devils increases sharply. Only females do not need a soul from the Plane; they are born on their own, although very rarely. For many centuries, they mate without producing offspring, accumulating semen in themselves. What orgies are arranged when there is a young female in the clan... But time passes, and the female lays her first clutch, becoming a new queen. She can become the successor of the old one if she is infirm, or, gathering ambitious admirers around herself, found a new clan.
Armageddon's Blade... Fools, you only know part of the truth, although even Lucifer did not know everything. This schism within the clan had been brewing for a long time. After being exiled from Hell, a group of warriors, who decided to reject the power of the Mirror, took the lead of the clan. Philosophers and scientists remained on the sidelines, but they managed to send several devils to the group of Kseron. They, in turn, handed the blacksmith Kazandar a fragment of the Mirror of Fire for inlaying the hilt. The fragment did not affect Kseron, because he is a Krigan, but when the Blade got to Gelu, the properties of the Mirror manifested themselves in full force. The hero's rage multiplied and grew, eclipsing reason. In the end, this led to the well-known cataclysm. Only pitiful remnants remained of the clan; there was no queen, only two young females, and only a couple of years ago, one of them laid her first clutch. The clan is growing, troops are gathering, and when we find the fragment of the Mirror from the hilt of Armageddon's Blade, those who are still left on Antagarich will not be able to stop us...
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