The idea behind Unrighteous Villains is to make bad guys that are really, REALLY BAD. Not just vicious combat monsters that put you in fear of your character’s life, but insidious, vindictive, schemers and plotters that put you in fear of your character’s soul. From a bound demonic horror that appear at first as a humble quasit to a sibilant shadow demon that may lurk in your own shadow your entire life, these villains have plans both large and small, and all of them awful for one and all. We showed you the artwork for Mons-Verix last time around, so it only seems fitting that we give you the inside scoop on what this villain is all about:
“Even the righteous must bow to pragmatism and know that what must be done, must be done, and in the end all will be forgiven.” – Mons’verix the angel, eidolon of the Glabrezu summoner Mons’verix
As demons of treachery, glabrezu revel in the temptation of mortals through lies, deceit, and promises of power. Mons’verix is no different in this respect, but his methods are even more devious and rich in irony than his kindred, making open mockery of celestials and of mortal hope. Rather than offering to fulfill his victims’ wildest dreams or exchange simple services, Mons’verix deceives them in such a way that they follow his dictates willingly, zealously even, convinced of their righteousness. Most are never even aware that their actions serve a demon until they have already damned themselves and despoiled the world around them.
Centuries ago, the glabrezu encountered a mortal spellcaster unlike any other he had known, a summoner. This mortal exposed his manipulations and would have killed him had Mons’verix not managed to escape back to the Abyss. Mons’verix lost years of work and was deprived of savoring the delicious agony of the mortals he’d targeted. For decades, the fiend obsessed over this mortal wizard and his bizarre familiar, but he was unable to find them until the wizard was on his deathbed. The glabrezu learned the unique source of their power as he watched their conjoined souls depart for judgment. Realizing the potential for duplicity inherent in such magic, Mons’verix cackled with delight and pored over his former enemy’s writings, learning the process by which he’d summoned and bound his eidolon.
To the world’s lament, Mons’verix learned well, summoning a powerful eidolon warped and twisted to match his own fiendish nature. The glabrezu named it after himself, and cackled as he wove its form to resemble that of an astral deva with brilliant white wings that radiate a pure white glow. For the eidolon of a demon, appearances mean nothing.
Few ever encounter the glabrezu directly. He prefers to remain veiled or invisible, able to observe and savor the irony, deceit, and looming pain as his eidolon plays the part of an angelic herald or savior. The two of them most often target mortals in the midst of a holy war against fiends or rival religions. The angel descends from the sky, surrounded by a brilliant light, butchering the enemies of its targets (be they mortal or fiendish) and healing their wounds. Believing themselves saved by divine intervention, most mortals hurl themselves at the eidolon’s feet, praising it and their own gods. Thus deceived, they never question any subsequent demands it makes. After all, they owe it their lives and surely it saved them for a purpose. They never question when it plants notions of paranoia in their minds, sowing seeds of discord, or instructs them to kill good men or women it identifies as demonic agents. Through the angel’s honeyed words, Mons’verix slowly corrupts righteous men and women into zealots willing to commit acts of horror in the name of good. After all, why would an angel lie?