Daemon, Ultrodaemon
Long ago, a daemonic harbinger whose name has been stricken from history challenged the rule of the Four Horsemen of Abaddon. Somehow discovering the prison of the legendary Oinodaemon, this nameless fiend siphoned part of the god-daemon’s power into itself and ascended to become the Fifth of the Four: the Horseman of Conquest. This living blasphemy was struck down decisively not long after by an alliance of all four archdaemons, the killing blow struck by Roshmolem the Steel Weaver, then the Horseman of War, but not before it created its own daemonic race of deacons: the ultrodaemons.
Ultrodaemons personify death from oppression: the slaver working his slaves to death, the tyrant slaughtering dissenters to make an example, the torturer wringing the last drop of life out of his victims. An ultrodaemon is a towering, slender humanoid with hairless gray skin and an elongated head. They have no mouths, but a chilling voice seems to echo from the air about them. Ultrodaemons’ most striking feature is their eyes: ovoid pools of radiance that shine with every color and transfix those who meet their gaze. Ultrodaemons favor ornate robes that cover their enchanted armor.
Given their origin, ultrodaemons are despised in Abaddon, and only a few serve the Four Horsemen or harbingers as marshals and field commanders. Most ultrodaemons inhabit Abbadon’s forsaken wastes outside the realms of the Horsemen or roam the hinterlands of Hell or the Abyss, petty warlords over their own daemonic armies. Such ultrodaemons plot campaigns of wanton destruction or hire their services out as mercenaries, spreading death and misery however they can. Ultrodaemons are cruel even by fiendish standards, and few minions survive long in their employ.









