Lurea

Court: Shadow
Vice: Lust
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Symbol: A black rose wreathed in flame
Colors: Crimson, gold, and onyx
Domains: Tempest, Trickery, War, Light
Realm: The Crimson Bastion

Lore and Influence

Lurea, the Fallen One, is the divine embodiment of Lust—the hunger that consumes, the fire that never dies, the craving that turns longing into conquest. She is the Queen of Yearning, the Temptress of Avernus, and the Burning Heart of Hell. Her power is not gentle; it devours.

Once counted among the radiant Aethara of Light, Lurea fell from grace when her desire for mortal worship turned to obsession. She sought to make love tangible, to own devotion as one might own a jewel. But in seeking to possess beauty, she lost it, consumed by the infernal truth that nothing loved can be truly controlled.

Now she reigns as the mistress of indulgence and domination—the fire of passion twisted into an inferno of hunger. Where her presence spreads, reason falters, restraint burns away, and desire rules all. Love becomes obsession, ambition becomes addiction, and pleasure becomes the weapon by which empires are undone.

To her followers, Lurea is not goddess but addiction personified—the irresistible whisper that says you deserve this, take it, devour it, make it yours.

The Crimson Bastion

Lurea’s domain, The Crimson Bastion, rises from the smoldering wastes of Dis. It is a citadel of carnal fire—half fortress, half temple—where every sensation is heightened to agony and delight in equal measure.

Blood and perfume mingle in the air; the music of screams and moans reverberates through marble halls lit by eternal flame. The Ever-Burning Pyre at its heart consumes those who fail to satisfy her, their ashes reshaped into new bodies—forever yearning, forever unsated.

Here, pleasure and pain are indistinguishable, for both serve the same master: desire unending.

Worship and Patronage

Lurea is the patron of seducers, slavers, conquerors, and all who crave control through desire. Her followers span every echelon of society—courtiers who manipulate through charm, generals who crave bloodshed as ecstasy, artists who destroy themselves for perfection, and cultists who blur the line between devotion and degradation.

Her temples are dens of indulgence disguised as pleasure houses or elite courts. Worshipers gather in secret to celebrate the art of excess, anointing themselves with oils and blood while reciting oaths of possession. Her clergy, the Crimson Veiled, are both priest and temptress—offering ecstasy to those who would bind themselves to her will.

Orders of the Burning Desire

The Scarlet Host. Mercenaries and gladiators who revel in battle’s rapture, believing every strike to be a kiss of divine lust.

The Breathless Choir. Courtesans, spies, and succubi who spread Lurea’s gospel of seduction through influence, corruption, and ruin.

The Crimson Chain. Slavers and warlords who bind others in both body and will, preaching that mastery and ownership are the truest forms of worship.

Common Infernal Relics

The Kiss of Ashes. A ruby pendant said to ignite unquenchable desire in the heart of any who gaze upon the wearer.
The Chains of Velvet Flame. Silken bindings that compel obedience through pleasure rather than pain.
The Chalice of the Ever-Hungry. A goblet that fills with whatever the drinker most craves—blood, wine, or power.

The Infernal Gospel: The Path of Lust

Lurea’s doctrine teaches that to want is divine—to deny hunger is to deny life itself.

• Desire is Dominion. What you crave defines you; take it, and you master the world.
• Indulgence Is Truth. Virtue is a lie told by the fearful; pleasure is the only honest faith.
• Possession Is Power. Love is ownership. To be desired is to be controlled.
• Pain Is Pleasure. Every conquest carries its cost; every ecstasy its suffering. Embrace both.
  

Burn Bright, Burn Fast. The flame that consumes is the only flame worth kindling.