Certain daemons serve the highest principle of entropy: the infinite being some call Father Chaos. Solitary and mysterious, they’re formidable warriors and potent mages, taking an array of forms across the daemonic spectrum and often electing to master lesser daemons as mounts. Most prominently display the Father’s sigil, acting as a guiding beacon for their kin.

Towering icons of simmering rage and bestial fury, the greater daemons of Wrath are belligerent mountains of corded muscles, hurling themselves into battle on leathery wings. Scornful of all enemies, they await the attacks of their foes with a growing rage; when they finally strike back, there is almost nothing that can survive the ensuing carnage.

Daemons are the ultimate evangelists of the Dark Gods; even as they attempt to tear down the world, they also seek converts to their scandalous faith. From the summit of this abyssal chariot – sometimes drawn on the backs of lesser daemons, other times levitating serenely – they can preach the word of their masters and glorify their names.

While they may be lesser daemons accustomed to serving those of greater potency, the dire steeds of the Dark Gods are fell creatures in their own right. Taking a range of fearsomely fast-moving forms, such beasts have found a niche as the natural mounts for any daemon wishing to move more rapidly across the Mortal Realm.

Sometimes composed of flesh and other times of metal, these peculiar daemons appear to have little will of their own, being content to convey their superior kin. Shaped like discs and often producing the illusion of kaleidoscopic flames, they have the ability to float effortlessly through the air.

Reserved exclusively for the highest lieutenants of Savar, these spectacular constructs exude grandeur and unquestionable authority. They are pulled by exotic beasts from the Pride God’s menageries, and can hurtle out of the skies in devastating airborne attacks.