Luln was free. There was none to stop his rage. All across Sribinet, he caused destruction and pain. Where his siblings crossed his path, they suffered. Where his mother was to be found, she wept from his fury.
And she was pleased.
The feelings between childe and mother grew. Luln had wanted to become father. Mother, The Darkness, allowed him his wish. A second copulation happened, the screams and howls tearing the very fabric of being. Thus were the nine born during their fornication.
Where they penetrated each other, Yuzzdil, demon of lust was born.
Where they lost themselves in their lust, their minds completely consumed, Thathtil Grog Mezzserin, demon of madness, was born.
Where their claws pierced each other and blood was drawn, Yarlloth, demon of war, was born.
Where one would lash out, causing the other harm, Faqual, demon of fear, was born.
When they coveted each other, attempting to take more than they gave, Gul, demon of greed, was born.
Where they reveled in their prowess, knowing no humility, Ashtabula, demon of pride, was born.
Where they leaked into each other, infecting each other with themselves, Drexath, Demon of Disease, was born.
When they rested afterward, devoid of all desire, Nuremian, demon of apathy and entropy, was born.
When they regained their sense of self and realized that, despite whatever company they found themselves in, they would forever be alone, Bakuritan, Demon of Woe, was born.
The darkness and Luln had imbued them all with a sense of being. Luln appraised his new kin. He remembered back to his first moments of being, when he had screamed and cried into the darkness. He remembered the joy it had brought her. He decided to give his lover a gift.
He devised ever new tortures for his children and siblings, filling the darkness with their cries. Be it lust, apathy, war, or even death; Luln, the demon father, inflicted pain without beginning or end on his family, just as his bride did to him.
