It remembers what it was told to guard—and you were not on the list.
Among the more physically imposing ranks of infernal entities are the Demon Sentinels—towering, broad-shouldered brutes forged not by natural demonic evolution, but by intent. Whether summoned, bred, or constructed in shadow forges, their design is unmistakable: to stand, hold, and kill.
Their bodies are wrapped in scorched, plate-like armor that seems to meld with their flesh—impossibly dense, barbed, and often glowing at the seams with infernal light. Twin horns curl from their skulls like brands of allegiance, while their eyes burn like embers inside a charred furnace. Each Demon Sentinel wields a weapon nearly as tall as themselves: cleavers, jagged halberds, or hook-blades that crackle with the charge of netherbound runes.
Unlike many demons that revel in chaos, the Sentinel exists for control. They do not charge blindly into battle, but hold ground with terrifying patience. Once given a position to guard—be it a gate, a ritual site, or a fallen general’s remains—they will not yield until destroyed. And destroying one is no small task; their resilience borders on the unnatural, with flesh that shrugs off steel and minds resistant to compulsion.
Scholars argue over whether Demon Sentinels possess will or merely function as extensions of a greater demon’s command. Field accounts vary: some claim they’ve heard Sentinels mutter in a low, grinding tongue; others believe they are soulless sentries, their thoughts obliterated in the forging. But regardless of sentience, their behavior is chillingly focused.
Some ruins still bear the presence of dormant Sentinels—standing motionless for centuries, unmoving statues of rage held in stasis by arcane glyph or pact binding. Explorers who trespass such places often vanish without a trace, or return rattled, unable to speak of what they saw in the glow of torchlight behind them.
In the Black Courts of the Demon Kings, Sentinel ranks line the halls in oppressive silence, axes buried into obsidian floors, awaiting their next command. They are not permitted to speak there—only to see and remember. It is said that even among demons, to be watched by a Sentinel is to feel one's soul weighed and found wanting.
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A tireless guardian woven from spellcraft and will — silent, watchful, and unwavering at its post.
Glows in the dark. Screams if mispronounced.
Preloaded with three golem templates: Clay, Stone, and “Oops, It’s Alive.”
Legend claims it appeared shortly after the promotion of Dave, a lesser imp with an overzealous fondness for memos and motivational rituals.