Board Thread:Fan-made Monsters/@comment-26517142-20150821134516

Family:  Succubus      Type : Demon/Majin
Habitat: Caverns, mines, areas deep within the earth (Anywhere pitch black, that's for sure)

Disposition: Shy, meek, ferocious and passionate (when aroused)

Diet: Ethereal essence (leftover spiritual traces of beings), mana of human men

(ANother test, minna-san! Gomen.. :D)

A rare race of primordial archdemons, second only to the Succubus as one of the strongest Mamonos and on par with the Dragons, their natural rivals. Tall, menacing and formidable in appearance, they were feared during the reign of the former Demon Lord. With inhuman strength and prowess in demonic magic, they marched into the chaos-ridden battlefield as his soldiers, decimating human armies before being converted into Mamonos. At present, they are believed as legends, with tales of their sightings rarely reaching to five in a decade. Even when mating season comes around, they seldom leave their settlements. Still, it is celebrated to ever witness one up close, much more, to bring one above ground.

In ages past, it was recorded they weren't originally archdemons, but celestial spirits serving the Chief God alongside Valkyries and Angels for centuries. Possessing high-tier magic able to dispel evil, they were commonly seen amidst the company of mortals, appearing as mysterious maidens who solve their woes with magic. However, they had one fatal weakness: little resistance against corruption. It wasn't long before they transformed into hideous, bloodthirsty monsters, and the land ran red with the blood of warriors they slain. When the current Demon Lord rose to power, the Balrogs found themselves in a standstill; grieving at the mere thought of killing those they would deem worthy as husbands. In shame, they fled to the deepest recesses of the earth, shunning themselves from the upper world, some going into a period of slumber that lasts for centuries.

Among Mamonos, Balrogs are the only ones capable of manipulating and creating weapons fused from fire and shadow, enough to sever a spirit's ties with the physical world, and tear through other's magic. Balrog researchers attest that due of their physical make-up, their true nature is as passionate as flames, and as scheming as the shadows. Their massive wings, draped close to their bodies, are unusable below the surface, yet they make a terrifying image of a winged reaper once they achieve flight.

Balrog homes are typically labyrinths: maze upon maze of caked rock, magma and dark magic, designed to bewilder anyone who straggles into their territory unguided. In these complex structures, many Mamonos who favor darkness live as well, but they do well to fear the original owner of the labyrinth. Once a person wanders in and strikes their fancy, especially during mating season, their pent-up feelings of lust and want soar to its peak, and they will rush towards him like a freighter train, pinning him down effortlessly and assaulting him again and again until he becomes an Incubi. Mortal weapons melt upon contact with their burning bodies, and no one has ever been able to escape a Balrog's full mount.

Despite their sinister portrayal, they are meek, shy and submissive, and cannot hold a proper conversation with humans due to their stuttering speech. Because of the many years spent living alone, they long for companionship, so befriending one is never out of question. However, above evrything else, they favor being of service. They are loyal to a fault to those whom they serve, which in this case, is their husbands, as they did back then to their former master. They will gladly offer themselves as their husband's sword and shield, as well as his personal slave, fawning him daily of whatever service they could bestow, even through intercourse (with which they will do masterfully). Some say they seek spiritual energy, not as food, but as fuel to the immense magic seeping out of the cracks on their skin.

In another note, what is observable among Balrogs is that when they are aroused by laviscious acts, they do away with their modest nature and display a cruel, violent temperament, one that demands nothing more but sex and spiritual energy from their slaves (originally, their masters). This reverse-effect is when their mind are clouded with the thought that 'I am a being with no equal in this pathetic world. All beneath me shall henceforth be my servants' (and their husbands are of no exception).

A strange thing happens when Balrogs gather enough spiritual energy within themselves. The shadow that streams throughout them dissipates, replaced by what appears to be an unnatural white light reminiscent of their cast-aside, ancient forms. This change continues, until the Mamono is no longer a being of fire and shadow, but of flame and eternal brilliance. As their magic becomes ten times more powerful, they turn into more voluptuous, lustful beasts whose demonic appearances are no longer apparent, and whose aims are to constantly seek their husband's attention in order to pull them into sexual bliss.

Be warned, though: do not disturb a sleeping Balrog. Many years ago, a group of mining Dwarves stumbled into the maze-like home of one deep in slumber. Because of the racket these tiny miners caused, the Mamono woke up, and in fury, tore the mountain apart and wrecked havoc for several days, raping any men she encountered before returning to sleep.  