Advanced Demons & Devils: Gluttony and Pride

Been wrestling with demons of my own of late, so my initial promise of "more tomorrow!" has turned into "more sometime!", but enough of that. Let's make some fiends.

Fig 1: Warpig from Warmachine - Hordes, ready for war.

Gluttony:

Most literally you have the demons of Gluttony who eat people, corpulent monstrosities with an insatiable hunger for living flesh. The gourmands who eat only particular sorts of mortals properly seasoned with fear or despair are variations on this theme, as are the breeders who raise souls in captivity and construct vast mechanical abattoirs to assist in the slaughter. Gluttony doesn't lend itself to subtlety - a slow reveal leading up to the brutal dehumanizing gore is great, but eventually you're going to want to pull back the curtain on your blood-spattered machine for pigs (see also this, and of course this). Gluttony devils that spoil crops to cause famine, or spread flesh-eating diseases (contained by draconian quarantine), or inspire cannibalistic hunger (like the Wendigo), or promote consumption of a different kind by inventing and distributing addictive new drugs all work too, but sometimes you just want to lay on the squick. Sometimes the scariest thing a loquacious charmer can want is to just fucking eat you.

The magic of gluttony is necromancy, which prolongs life by consuming the vital essence of others. Fiends of gluttony have attacks dealing necrotic damage, which rots the body like so much meat, or slashing damage, which evokes the butcher's cleaver. Orcs are their mortal agents, Orcus is their master. Realms of gluttony include living landscapes where the ground itself can eat you, smog-choked ghettos in the sunless allies between factories full of screams, and arctic wastelands with howling winds and steaming blood on the snow.

Pride:

Fig 2: Sexy Mancandy Graz'zt

Fiends of pride are among the most powerful, but also the fewest in number - faceless hordes of demons embodying the ego over all just wouldn't work. Unlike most other denizens of Hell, fiends of pride are never easily categorized by subtype - each is a singular specimen of divine intelligence and great physical prowess utterly blind to their own faults. They scheme endlessly to advance their own agendas, even at the expense of Hell's goals overall. Fiends of envy try to expose their plots to create openings in the infernal hierarchy, but pride cares for nothing but itself. Inevitably these schemes are not to corrupt or destroy the mortal world but to ensure more power for the fiend in question, with an end goal of godhood as an absolute minimum. In battle, the devils of pride act as generals, maneuvering armies that number in the millions like pieces on a game board, while the demons of pride are champions calling out their opponents to single combat. They never cheat, unless they have to or think they can get away with it, and their word is their bond, unless it isn't.

Those with a martial bent are peerless duelists and commanders. Their warlocks claim to master all schools of magic equally, but illusion and transmutation are obvious favorites for their ability to enhance their own capabilities (or at least seem to). The elements of pride are lightning and thunder, expressions of raw power that can be seen and heard for miles. Realms of pride include glittering palaces carried through ash fields the backs of a million slaves, mile-high towers rising above blankets of acidic cloud over terrified villages, and whole cities built within titanic marble statues of their rulers.