Azmodeus's Den

Welcome to the Fallen Pride


You are following the smell of water across the savanna in search of a drink, nose to the ground through the tall grasses when you nearly walk face first into a tree. Looking up, you notice you’ve reached the edge of a forest that becomes dense quite quickly. There must be water nearby. You decide to push through the underbrush and soon you hear the sound of running water. The thick forest opens up into a clearing shaded by massive ficus trees and against a cliff side there is a waterfall flowing into a small pool. It feels like a dream. The water is crystal clear and a thin mist floats in the air, catching light through the trees and sparking like stars in the night sky.


As your ears adjust to the sound of the roaring waterfall you hear voices. It’s hard to pinpoint but it sounds like they may be coming from the cliff. You move to make a retreat when a large lion with a thick heavy mane appears from behind the waterfall bellowing with laughter. His fur is dark and looks almost stained with blood. Large twisted horns grow from his head and bony wings lay against his sides.Two lionesses are with him and their ears perk up when they notice you. It’s clear now the gap behind the waterfall shelters the entrance to a cave.


“Brother, welcome!” Calls the male, bounding over to greet you. Though he looks to be a demon as old as age itself, it becomes clear as he gets closer he is young and fit, maybe even a bit naive. His eyes are soft, though glowing like wildfires. The lionesses are more cautious to approach but happily join when they realize you aren’t a threat. “Surprised to see lions here in the forest? Someone has to live up to the name King of the Jungle” he laughs again. Though he is obviously young his voice is strong and commanding. You notice one of his lionesses is almost glowing, as if she had fallen from the heavens. You wonder again if this is all a dream. The small group continues to the edge of the clearing and just before disappearing between the leaves they turn back “I’m Azmodeous by the way, sorry to be a poor host but I’m off to do some patrolling. Maybe we’ll meet again?”


You nod hazily and the lions disappear into the dark forest.

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