Demon opponent inspired by Bosch, Adventure Time, and Steven King's The Stand book cover

About the Fear Dearg:

the Fear Dearg are serfs in the infernal plain, hence their weapons being culled from farming implements. Larger than goblins and even most of the players, they act as sort of Kapos over the lesser members of the army.

theyre really hard to close distance on for their use of polearms, and can also peck. Some say they were what inspired the Tengu to wear masks in the first place out of fear and reverence for their bird-like appearance, sort of an attempt if you will to wear the face of the very thing that frightened them as defense and intimidation. Any time they were summoned during a fire ritual it would have been akin to teleporting someone out of the middle of their job elsewhere, which is why theyre so hostile when this happens

theyre mindless and go nuts if distracted from the task at hand, the very definition of a bird brain for being unable to handle stress or change. All they know is that if they dont get the harvest reaped by the appointed time theyre tortured
mercilessly by an overfiend

they spend all their lives making pumpernickel, from reaping to milling
hell is sort of a reverse of earth. instead of the sun providing light the very sphere theyre on is the source of it for luminescence beneath a black sky. the grain, the grass, the very soil glows, to where plants are sustained by the very earth they grow from for the light, and for this demons in turn glow for consuming it and exposure, sort of like the flamingo effect due
to shrimp

about rye in hell:

Pumpernickel is the only bread available in the infernal plain because no other grain can grow there but rye, and even then a really, REALLy fibrous mutation of rye that causes flatulence and incidental pollution. the thick reflective cloud cover overhead is made form constant demonic flatulence and smoke from ovens used to make it. It is also used to make roggenbier, and together these things serve as one of the few non-meat dishes eaten by the infernal populace. Most of hell is a tall field of rye, like elephant grass, with denizens often bumping into each other unexpectedly in the midst of the stalks. the infamous song was written by a Scotsman who, due to soul transmigration, actually managed to materialize in hell for a period of several days until his fever broke. In that amount of time he both met and fell in love with Jezebeth, who he nicknamed "jenny" due to translation issues

to anyone though, a glowing realm of grain fields does indeed resemble a burning plain, hence interpretation of it being a realm of eternal fire and darkness. After the remainder of his life it was said the scotsman returned eventually to be with her, thus disproving any speculations surrounding her reputation among the denizenry

hell is the business and workaholic man's idea of heaven, which is why naturally scotsmen dont seem to mind it

the rain from these clouds is particularly sulfurous and referred to as Stinking Rain, which is why all demons stink to high heaven, even when they cross over. it's like living in a smelly home for so long you become blind to the smell

about demon culture:

demons love chaos. theyre the essential geek in practice in everything they fixate on. each type is completely ocd about whatever they enjoy in terms of practice. every skirmish in the infernal plain is due to conflicting ideas of what is enjoyable to each respective inhabitant. Wars are a regular ordeal and akin to friendly sporting events since demons cant actually die. Even if you sever their heads or limbs they can either re-attach them or continue to live reduced to that fractal part. theyre so chaotic they defy the laws of mortality and physics

No demonic noble ever remains one for long, purely because they hate pampering and miss their youth scrapping among the rest, so they constantly throw fights and foist their title on other demons for more freetime to themselves to be as they are in nature, even if it's mere bean counting or pulling thread or any number of bizarre habits

unknown to many, the title of Lucifer has been not unlike the Dread Pirate Roberts for eons. many demons have assumed the role, and many have likewise stepped down because frankly the uniform and rigidity of tradition and ceremony get old after so many millennia. theyre not unlike some Lord of The Flies scenario at work and think and act largely like children, only being responsible in moments of pure essentiality or necessity. In fact the reason business even exists in hell, or commerce, is because a demon is utterly insane and a perfectionist, trying to do the same thing better than the last time they did it. when they tally the sum they always try to plus one everything for that obsessive tendency. A sword has to be harder the next time it's forged, the bread sweeter or saltier or more buttery, the bed softer, the wank wankier, and so on and so forth et al etc ad infinitem, and such is progress

it's why devils and demons are able to realize human ambitions to uncanny quality and craftsmanship not found on earth. each is a master of their given skills set for just having all that free time. if you meet a demonic chef their food can enslave human beings, and so forth depending on respective employ. people actually suffer with joy over the quality of anything demon made, hence arguing that there is such a thing as too much of any given thing. the perfect bed causes anyone to sleep in it forever, the perfect painting causes people to stare at it until theyre dust, and so on

demons are also unnaturally fast and precise, so any task is done in a matter of minutes or seconds. really the only reason a demon and an angel are different is a demon only focuses on the perfection of trade and not others, that and the incidental thoughtless harm their perfection might bring to the unwary. pride tends to get in the middle of things

however, demons have also defied their stereotype on more than one occasion, even falling in love. much of what you hear is complete gossip anyway

the reason hell has been regarded as such is purely because of the inferiority visitors feel being there in being outclassed. it's not only demeaning of significance, but worth