These are the dark things even your nightmares dread. They are the gibbering in your dreams, maddening cacophony that robs sanity in sweet, mocking tones. They are the promises of eldritch knowledge and power, in exchange for unspeakable deeds. They are the shadows in the cold winter night, terrorizing villages and hamlets in the far reaches of the world. They are the beings from a world that sits on the outskirts of reality, balancing on the line between sleep and death. It is where all the nightmarish aspects of our imagination converge to revel in their horror and make merry in their often violent fun. They exist everywhere and nowhere, lying just below the surface. It pulsates in the ground under your feet. It hides in the mist beneath a cliff edge. It resonates in every tree, every glass, every time you close your eyes. It is here but not here, open and closed. Only accessible to those who try and look, but fail to see their greatness.
The Devils of Paradise come in many different forms, from child described monsters under the bed to homicidal humanoids lurking in the shadows. Some are mindless scare machines, others are merely playing the roles they've been given. A few want to help – more want to hinder. Each follows their own individual set of rules that twist and loophole continuously as they work on their orders from the royal family. They can choose to be seen but some prefer to stay hidden and only show themselves to those they feel are worthy or when they need to step into battle, but if anyone were to venture onto their territory they will meet a very grizzly demise.
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