
The Igneous Legion
Seven. Wrath, Gluttony, Greed, Lust, Envy, Sloth, Pride. Seven deadly sins that have existed long before mankind gained its precious self-awareness. Seven realms of Hell were crafted through the shameless feeding of each of these sins by the countless species and races within the confines of the galaxy. Seven deadly demonic legions molded in the image of each of these realms in perfect harmony with their corrupted surroundings. And seven demon lords to lead them.

The Dawn Brings Sorrow
Before the universe was created, there was only the Void. A thick, suffocating darkness so overwhelming that no light could penetrate its black shroud. Within this endless abyss lived the Assellor. Celestial creatures of the Void that traversed through the darkness like small fish swimming through the steady waters of an infinite ocean. Each was a corporeal existence in a constant blackness. Many would hypothesize that these Assellor were the earliest concepts of what could be labeled as “Gods”. One of these such beings was a more curious sort than his kin. Throughout history, this being would be known by many different names, some more spiritual than others, but his true name was Nytthos, the wayfarer. Nytthos was a particularly powerful spirit and so had spent most of his existence uncontested and unbothered, but he had grown lonely as a result of his prowess. For countless millennia, he swam across the dark ocean of the Void in solitary confinement, but recently, he had grown a desire to find an earnest companion to spend his time alongside. Many of the other creatures within the Void seemed unperturbed or uninterested in each other, content with their continued meaningless existence in the ceaseless abyss. As the centuries passed, Nytthos set out on a desperate search to find another like-minded Assellor. His quest came to an abrupt end when he met a celestial creature named Xemera. Xemera was similar to Nytthos in her desires, her intrigue piqued from the instant she detected his imposing presence. They were drawn to each other as if by some overwhelming force of nature or law of physics. The two swirled around each other within the still, dark waters of the Void in rhythmic time. They bounced and churned as they played with each other in the infinite blackness. From their steady dance began a sweet melody. A beautiful tune that sounded warm and gentle to even the heartless spirits of the Void. Many were so drawn to this song that, for the first time, they joined newly found voices to the building chorus. Nytthos and Xemera continued their sultry dance as the rhythm rose to a burning crescendo and the first light was born in the darkness. A small flicker in the beginning, like a candlelight near the end of its wick, but as the chime of voices grew, so too did the flame. From its warm, glowing light, spilt forth what is known today as the Galactic Realm. A universe of life and creation. A land for mortal beings to rise and stride across the landscape of countless worlds. A mirror of this realm, known as the Celestial Realm, was born in its image. It is within this realm that the corporeal beings of the Void were given new life and form. They were shaped into a species known as the Norvotaeran, angelic-like beings who would become the shepherds of this newly created realm. From Nytthos and Xemera’s conjoining came 9 children among them. Pure beings of light, that in time would become the Arch-Angels of legend. The Void was swallowed by the Celestial Realm’s expansive birth…..Or so it was thought. Beyond watchful eyes, down in the depths of the golden realm of Angels, a pocket of the Void persisted. And within its confines, a new species was born, clusters of souls split from the corporeal gods of the Void upon their ascension. The Vutanin, demonkin of the demonic legions.
At first, the Vutanin were no more than a mere nuisance, small, feeble things incapable of coherent thought or speech. But as the sins of the galactic realm grew, so too did their corrupted flesh and bone. They were reshaped, molded into the stuff of nightmares, vile, misshapen beasts feeding off the corrupted behaviors of mortals. It wasn’t long before they became a cause for concern. The strongest amongst them rose to great power and became lords of the demonic legions. They were the primal essence of each deadly sin manifested in a twisted image of horror. A cancer upon the divine fields. It was these creations that attempted to spill forth from the Void into the rest of the Celestial Realm. Their hordes burst from the Void in the form of a ceaseless sea of demonic filth. The Arch-Angels sent their warriors in response to stem the tide and keep the demonic abominations at bay. For millennia, this ebb and flow persisted. The celestial guardians stood as a wall for the demonic legions to crash upon. They never relented or tired. Their hunger for freedom was bottomless. There are even recorded moments where the veil between realms weakened just enough for the void-spawn to slip into the Glactic Realm. Whenever these brief moments of freedom were achieved, destruction followed in the wake of the legions. The demon lords who led them gained strength equal in measure to their Arch-Angel counterparts. But with 9 divine Champions of the celestial realm standing in their way, the demon lords were unable to gain the upper hand. A plan was concocted. Its goal, to corrupt 2 of the great children of Nytthos and Xemera.

Angels Fall
Drannoth, the Arch-Angel of Truth, was born a Nephalim, a hybrid. An outcast to the rest of his siblings. His only true friend was his older brother, Abraxos. The Arch-Angel of Justice often defended his younger brother when the other angels would rather scold his unbecoming behavior. Drannoth was equal parts Norvotaeran and Vutanin. But within his Vutanin half resided a flaw. His inner soul burned with a passion a pure blooded Norvotaeran could not possibly understand. His mind sang of bloodshed and war, and he desperately tried to resist its damning temptation. This led to him often making risky or dangerous decisions that would culminate in great losses from his own forces. He was unpredictable and unmanageable, and it made him deadly in his siblings' eyes. His resentment towards his brothers and sisters festered throughout the years he served alongside them. Believing he was destined for more, but they were holding him back for fear of being shackled in the shade of his long shadow. It was Radroth who finally convinced Drannoth to fall. Having already been corrupted by the demoness, Helana, Radroth began to whisper dark thoughts into Drannoth’s ears. He convinced him that his power was far greater than any of the other Arch-Angels, and it was their jealousy that held him back from achieving his true potential. Drannoth was pushed to the brink of his willpower til finally it shattered. He marched upon the great cathedral that held the court of the Arch-Angels and challenged Abraxos to a duel. His older brother was reluctant to fight his closest friend and ally, but he steeled himself for the coming duel, and brother clashed steel with brother until only one remained. Despite Radroth filling his head with ideals of great power and greatness, Drannoth was unable to gain the upper hand against a skilled combatant like his brother. Abraxos had always been the better swordsman between them. As the duel reached its climactic end, Abraxos disarmed his wayward friend and brought him to his knees. But he could not bring himself to slay his younger brother. In his moment of weakness, Drannoth struck out with a hidden blade, wounding Abraxos long enough to slip from his grasp. He and Radroth made for the Void with the celestial Norvotaeran on their heels. Before the angelic guardians could shackle them once more. The brothers leapt into the Void, sealing their fate as fallen angels once and for all.

The Scales Tip
The demonic lords of the 7 welcomed their new comrades into their ranks, granting them their own legions of Vutanin to command. The scales were finally tipped in their favor, and they intended to make good use of such a valuable opportunity. With the Norvotaeran outnumbered and out manned, the demonkin overran the fortified walls of the celestial realm, breaking from their iron cage and into the realm of mortals. Great rifts within the fabric of reality we’re rent asunder, and from these wounds poured forth the armies of the demon lords. It wasn’t long before worlds burned and disintegrated before the might of the legions. Entire species were wiped from existence, erased from the universe in the blink of an eye. Even humanity, which had colonized much of the stars, was brought to the edge of extinction. The Vutanin would have conquered the universe were it not for a foolish failsafe Abraxos had put in place long ago. The demi-angelic warriors of the Asterion Order stepped forth into the light at the most critical moment in the legions' success and halted their tides. Once more, the demonkin were stunted by the meddling of celestial defenders. Forced to crash their waves of demonic void-spawn against the stoic walls of the Asterion Order's forces. But the sea of void-born is endless. They do not tire, they do not cease, they are inevitable.

Igneous Legion
The Igneous Legion, one of the 9 demon legions, serves the demon lord of wrath and fire, Kornak. They are the first legion to spill from the Celestial Realm, leading the charge against the defenders of these mortal lands. Their forces shun the need for defensive warfare or tactics, preferring instead to go on the offensive. Believing every battle can be won through the use of overwhelming numbers, charging into bloody melee to cut down their opponents and rend their flesh from bone. Their wrath knows no bounds, and they often field berserking warriors desperately clawing their way to the front ranks in an effort to engage in exhilarating, gory close combat. They are truly primal and animalistic in their approach to combat, but one cannot deny their success. Many have fallen to the tainted, corrupted daggers and blades of the legion’s Daeva void-born. And many more will follow.