Just as the moon has many faces, so would a lunar cult - it is reasoned. The mercurial nature of the crescent moon, at the apex of its changes implies the most treacherous sorts, assassins and rogues and such. These particular cultists are said to use a combination of poisons that addle the mind and the senses, with illusions to better conceal or delude their foes. Together combined it can be impossible to create an appropriate counter before they have slit your throat and dumped your body out on the moors for the crows. Instinct: To kill for the cult

• Inflict poisons that warp minds and ruin senses
• Appear from nowhere or disappear into the flickering light and shadow
• Employ illusions to confuse and deceive
• Turn out to be a lycanthrope

Always the bridesmaid, never the bride. Such is the 'life' of The Gatemaster, a powerful demon noble, embodying a long lost word that means both to lock and unlock, to open and to close. Although their powers are great, and their loyalty can be instrumental in achieving many great things - they themselves can never use their own portals to leave the infernal realms to which they are bound. But there are always fell rumours that there might be a way. It is best not to try to contemplate what might happen should the Gatemaster be released... Instinct: To free/imprison

• Lock or Unlock literal or even figurative locks or seals with but a gesture
• Open portals to anywhere, even other planes, with ease
• Spill forth minions from many portals
• Seal the planar fabric against travel to or away from their presence by will alone

Resplendent in golden plate and shields, these extraplanar warriors have murky origins. Although seemingly holy in nature they are anything but - and although possessing some spark of the divine within them, they are infernal creatures, footsoldiers of a powerful succubus queen who managed to pervert such a power to her own ends. Their gloriousness is all the more shocking compared to their sheer brutality and the violence that they are willing and able to commit, worse however is the fate of those that they turn into golden statues - to be taken back to their mistress... Instinct: To dominate or serve

• Shine with a blinding, burning radiance
• Summon compatriots with a blow of a golden horn
• Turn things to gold (quickly or slowly) with a touch or a wound

The Blood Anti-Saints are a strange and blasphemous lot. Infernal in nature, their leader is known as the Blood Arch-antiprophet, and as the name suggests they do not prophetise things coming to pass, will alter fate in order to make them so - luckily they are only able to work this fell power through the medium of blood, but unfortunately blood is still a fairly fundamental thing to all living creatures. Mercifully they have not been heard of for a long time, and may it stay that way... Instinct: To conquer and dominate

• Cause blood-related events to come to pass
• Wield blood magic with frightening ability
• Beckon forth servants through bloody media
• Sense blood unerringly anywhere on this plane

Part art piece, part vampiric automaton. That is what has been described to me by those that encounter these things in certain regions of the infernal realms. Seemingly 'artfully' designed bodies of verdigrised bronze - they possess a blasphemous air resonating with their task. For it is said that even in the infernal realms there exists a form of nobility, but even stranger there exists a twisted form of 'piety', some known as 'Anti-Saints' are said to reach heights of blasphemy previously unheard of. With that in mind these automata, designed to be beautiful to infernal eyes serve another purpose, they drain the blood of victims that they hypnotise into stillness, and ferry it back to the anti-saints for whatever twisted and malign purposes that they might have. For it is whispered in some dark places that the blood and the soul are not as distant as many have thought... Instinct: To serve

• Drain and store blood for later use
• Chime beautiful tones to hypnotise prey
• Sense prey from blood (whether or not it is inside them still)

What creatures the demonic nobility keep can vary substantially. A particular house are said to keep gigantic tick-like creatures, that are able to feed on blood and souls. These soulticks are said to grow in power from this and are regularly drained by their owners to siphon this away. However there are dark rumours that such vicious creatures have a grander purpose, after all ticks are parasites - what could such a creature this large parasitize? Why the gods of course! But that lofty goal has never been achieved... but what if? Instinct: To feed

• Sniff out blood or souls unerringly
• Burn blood or souls to channel (or donate) power

The building of automata is a science, even in the infernal realms. Some regions are host to what is colloquially referred to as "Darkstone", a deep purple coloured stony matter - which planar prospectors would tell you tends to house veins of literal corruption. When one wants to make a construct it is best to use the materials availed to you, and this is no exception. Still, making it shaped like a panther is a bit on the nose... surely? There can't be that many advantages if it is primarily meant to guard places, right? Instinct: To serve

• Feign inanimation as an art piece of purple stone
• Phase through the same purple stone that it is built from

The fauna found in the more infernal realms show many aspects - not merely bloodthirstiness and violence. Although indeed these specimens are not non-violent by any means, but they have more insidious ways to attack and feed. They resemble giant moths, the size of terrestrial dogs, they are drawn to the minds of sleepers which are akin to the brightest of flames to them, and feed upon their dreams or nightmares to grow in power and supposedly begin the next stage of their life cycle... wherever that goes. However if confronted they can force those that fight them into a slumber to better take advantage. If forced to they will simply bite their prey until death, but they would much prefer to drain their essence until they are empty husks bereft of dreams first... Instinct: To feed on flesh or dreams

• Spray forth exhausting dust
• Vanish via active camouflage
• Feed on the dreams and nightmares of the sleeping and grow stronger

When encountered in somewhere far more literal, such as the more infernal realms, corruption tends to manifest as a viscous - almost lava-like fluid, usually seen as a dark purplish hue of some kind. At times it manifests in a more concentrated form, usually in veins akin to veins of ore in the mortal world - and in this case tends to be more solid - if not crystalline - in nature. Few mortal alchemists would consider the idea but amongst the desperate and depraved that lurk in those places, some seek to refine concentrated corruption to an even greater degree. If that was possible one could (if so foolish) build an automaton out of such a substance, lashed together by fell magic and ill intent, such an automaton could be feared even in such a dark place. Luckily that is not only incredibly unlikely but also far beyond our own world... right? Instinct: To corrupt

• Corrupt or destroy with beams of corrupt energy
• Vomit forth abyssal magic beyond mortal comprehension
• Manipulate corruption and the corrupted

To witness liquid corruption is to witness one of the more fundamentally disturbing aspects for the more infernal realms. However, corruption in of itself cannot exist in a vacuum, as a concept it only works as something happening or having happened to something else. The paradoxical nature of this substance existing sometimes has such a strong effect that it leads to it spontaneously manifesting a will of sorts - however primal and unfettered by intellect, but nonetheless drawn to corrupt all that they find... Instinct: To corrupt

• Flow through or around things, to your dismay
• Corrupt its surroundings