CLASSIFICATION: DAEMON
Origin: Accidental creation via Eldritch corruption
First documented: Day 51 of dimension existence
Initial count: Unknown (multiplies through death)
Threat level: CATASTROPHIC
They were not supposed to exist.
The creatures ███████████ had created were meant to be simple. Animals to populate the forests. Beasts to fill the wilderness.
But when Eldritch magic corrupted their creator...
It corrupted everything he touched.
Including the creatures he had already made.
[GUARDIAN #1 TESTIMONY - Merideth]
"The animals started acting strange. Attacking without reason. Moving in ways that defied their anatomy."
"We thought they were sick. We thought we could save them."
"We were wrong."
The Guardians killed them.
Every corrupted creature. Every twisted animal. Every beast that had been touched by the magic bleeding from their King.
They laid the corpses in great piles.
They sang prayers for the fallen.
They returned to the palace, believing the threat was ended.
The first corpse twitched.
It wasn't resurrection.
Resurrection implies life returning. A soul coming back to its body.
This was something else.
The corpses rose, but they were empty. No soul. No life. Just hunger.
Bones jutted through rotting flesh. Eyes glowed with sickly green light that smelled of decay and wrongness.
Mouths opened in silent screams—or perhaps laughter. It was hard to tell.
They were dead.
But they would not stop.
DAEMON CHARACTERISTICS
• Cannot be killed (already dead)
• Multiplies through violence (every kill creates more)
• Immune to magic (fed by corruption itself)
• Spreads corruption through contact
• No intelligence, only instinct to destroy
The Guardians tried again.
They burned the daemons. The corpses rose from the ashes.
They buried them. The daemons clawed out of the earth.
They trapped them in stone. The daemons waited. Patient. Eternal.
Because you cannot kill what is already dead.
"Real monsters do not die."
[GUARDIAN #23 TESTIMONY]
"We killed one daemon, and two rose in its place."
"We killed those two, and four more appeared."
"By the third day, we stopped counting."
████████ stood before the King.
"My King," she whispered. "We killed them. We won the war. But they came back."
"They came back wrong."
███████████ said nothing. His eyes—more red than blue now—stared at nothing.
The grimoire lay open before him. Still whispering. Still promising power.
He had created life.
And now, through his corruption, he had created unlife.
Death that walked. Hunger that could not be satisfied. Horror that would never end.
CURRENT STATUS
Daemons remain present in the dimension.
They cannot be eliminated, only contained.
Estimated count: UNKNOWN - EVER GROWING
Solution: NONE FOUND
This is what happens when creation goes wrong.
When a creator becomes corrupted.
When power is stolen instead of earned.
When pride exceeds wisdom.
The daemons are not a plague.
They are a consequence.