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<blockquote data-quote="Shemeska" data-source="post: 6333365" data-attributes="member: 11697">I'll field an explanation here since I literally wrote the Pathfinder book on the daemons.Daemons are a race of singularly selfish, self-interested entities united by a singular hunger and a rapacious, all-consuming hatred of mortals. The rest of the multiverse can do as it wishes, but in the end, all that matters is that in the wake of their hunger for mortal souls, the stars will have burnt out and only dead, lifeless, perfect husks orbit in silent purity. Daemons thirst for mortal souls, and they embody specific means of mortal death. They are the lost, confused, self-loathing creations of a reality grown sick of itself and begging for release.Pain doesn't matter. Destruction doesn't matter. Rules, laws, and order doesn't matter. Only that you cease to exist.They're NE, but it isn't a sane, mortal NE. It's the paradoxical juxtaposition of beings who covet and horde mortal souls and seek to glut themselves on this and to hell with any other pursuit, who desire only to slaughter mortals not for power or the pleasure but because of an eternal, unceasing compulsion and bottomless hatred, and yet these same creatures flock to unify under the banner of the Four Horsemen. They're a race of selfish, self-interested sociopaths who are nonetheless bitterly alone, lost, pitiable, and self-loathing due to the fact that they themselves emerge from mortal souls. And so like lost children they abase themselves to the Horsemen, obeying them like gods, unaware that the Four are just the same as them, worshiping, hating, adoring and feasting upon the Oinodaemon who they overthrew and usurped.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Shemeska, post: 6333365, member: 11697"] I'll field an explanation here since I literally wrote the Pathfinder book on the daemons. Daemons are a race of singularly selfish, self-interested entities united by a singular hunger and a rapacious, all-consuming hatred of mortals. The rest of the multiverse can do as it wishes, but in the end, all that matters is that in the wake of their hunger for mortal souls, the stars will have burnt out and only dead, lifeless, perfect husks orbit in silent purity. Daemons thirst for mortal souls, and they embody specific means of mortal death. They are the lost, confused, self-loathing creations of a reality grown sick of itself and begging for release. Pain doesn't matter. Destruction doesn't matter. Rules, laws, and order doesn't matter. Only that you cease to exist. They're NE, but it isn't a sane, mortal NE. It's the paradoxical juxtaposition of beings who covet and horde mortal souls and seek to glut themselves on this and to hell with any other pursuit, who desire only to slaughter mortals not for power or the pleasure but because of an eternal, unceasing compulsion and bottomless hatred, and yet these same creatures flock to unify under the banner of the Four Horsemen. They're a race of selfish, self-interested sociopaths who are nonetheless bitterly alone, lost, pitiable, and self-loathing due to the fact that they themselves emerge from mortal souls. And so like lost children they abase themselves to the Horsemen, obeying them like gods, unaware that the Four are just the same as them, worshiping, hating, adoring and feasting upon the Oinodaemon who they overthrew and usurped. [/QUOTE]

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