#hellish baron

“Hark! You beautiful brutes. Learn now how these Pre-apocalyptic Regals were sealed inside marrow sarcophagi carved from the rib columns of their living palaces of pain to survive the supermassive onslaught brought upon those domains of noble blood by the Magal Mages. And thus they slumbered, preserving their lucidity, entranced ethereally to foresee their own demise as their surroundings were scorched by meteoric fire, peeling off with flesh eating winds the organic hyper structure and corroding it with bile rain. And yet, they survived.

Once the tectonic plates aligned with the stars of the Nightmare Above, the gravitational pressure predicted by the Barons cracked their encasing of fossilized bone. They arose amongst a mausoleum to their dead glory gnawing at the remnants of the vitality of their palace, before settling down the board of their next game; which was Dismalia itself. The Barons are ready to play.”

El Diablo, Player of the Strings of Fate. 

Bloody Bishops, Cruel Commanders and Overlords of the Dismal Lands; these are the most lucid Regal Demons that are known by the Guilds.

When the Rokyu Inquisitor of Dismalia, Donna the Vicious, ventured beneath Phobos leading a group of Elite Hunters composed of Adrian’s Rokyu Chosen; Koi, Zorch and Zipactly; they spectacularly slaughtered, their heads displayed like mocking trophies to the remaining Sanguine Belial Huntress, who fought with an inhuman ferocity never before witnessed by the Regal, and taking its head in a blazing of baneful fire, which burnt her eyes and crept into her brain. The death of ONE Baron was not a triumph, but a beacon, for the Hellish Baron is not one but three entities in different bodies; the Rokyu Donna had her eyes cursed by the fiend and now its consciousness resides inside of her burnt sockets. The other two brothers of that one Hellish Baron now have tasted the strength of the Hunters of this new world, and are ready to adjust their strategies. 

"Behold the city, my prima Donna. We made a fortified heaven out of this prison. My Dismalia… Our theater, shielding the Kingdom from the nightmares beyond. Hunting for Demons is our strength and the skull you brought as your trophy proves it even after refusing to tattoo it and absorb its vital force into your own.”.“ Spoke the Hunt Master Adrian Romero, Leader of the Rokyu Lodge of Phobos. 

“I do not consider that demon to be my true nemesis. Tradition insists that we should only carve on us the demons whose power we desire! Yet, I feel like this one has hexed me, Master. I do not want its blood on my skin.” Replied the eyeless huntress, now the last of his master’s chosen, worth proven but tainted by a greater evil.