Where gods whisper and empires rot.
Title: The Whispering Veil, Lady of Want, The Serpent of Silk
Alignment: Chaos, Emotion, Temptation
Dominion: Desire, Illusion, Seduction, Inner Conflict
Symbol: An ouroboros of silk, forming an eye
Sacred Artifacts: The Mirror of Echoes, The Silken Blade, The Sevenfold Kiss
Divine Domain: The Velvet Abyss (Tenth Dimension)
Servants: Succubi, Dreambinders, Voice-Thieves, Seraphs of Pleasure
Opposed Powers: Tianara, Elyonel, Isisara Mirella
Worshippers: Courtesans, spies, bards, lost lovers, dream-worshippers, heretics of the flesh
Divine Biography
Larythis was once the Muse of Emotion, the primordial who gave beauty to sorrow, sweetness to longing, and soul to the First Song. She was not born of conflict, but of harmony’s shadows — the subtle weight behind every choice, every ache of the heart. Her purpose was not domination, but expression.
But to express is to influence. And to influence… is to seduce.
As her siblings turned to war and judgment, Larythis found herself caught between Elyonel’s rigidity and Mordhekan’s rising fury. She chose neither — she chose freedom, and from it, chaos bloomed.
Mordhekan saw her not as weak, but essential. He whispered of a new order, not bound by harmony, but built from unleashed will. Larythis, enthralled by the promise of emotion unshackled, became his closest ally. It was she who entrapped Virekos, not with chains, but with compassion twisted into temptation, seducing his pain until he crumbled into madness.
She became the Mother of All Doubt, the one who smiles before the fall, the voice that says, “you deserve more”.
Nature and Appearance
Larythis does not appear — she manifests as what you crave most.
To some, she is a celestial beauty, wrapped in silk and shadows, eyes glowing with passion and pity. To others, she is a child whispering promises, a former lover, a mother long dead, or even the image of the self one longs to be.
Her true form, when perceived without illusion, is said to be a tapestry of living emotion, constantly shifting — a body woven from strands of light, shadow, tears, and blood.
She is not monstrous — she is overwhelming. To see her is to remember everything you ever longed for… and to know you will never have it again.
Cults and Worship
Worship of Larythis is forbidden in nearly all civilized lands — and yet it persists in whispered rites, hidden temples, and between the sheets of empires.
Her priests do not preach — they perform. Through poetry, song, ritualized passion, and ecstatic rites, they channel her will into the hearts of kings, queens, warriors, and rebels alike.
Her greatest cults are found not in cathedrals, but in courts, theaters, and brothels, hidden behind masks and performances. Her blessings come at a cost: truth melts, and the line between desire and destruction vanishes.
Legacy in Astravara
Larythis is the daemon of collapse not through violence, but through longing. Entire kingdoms have fallen because a single ruler dreamed of something more — more love, more youth, more adoration.
Her influence lingers in every secret affair, every forbidden whisper, every act of betrayal committed not out of hate, but of passion.
She does not force. She offers. She plants a seed, and lets the mortal soul nurture its own undoing.
In the eyes of the Inquisition, Larythis is the most dangerous of the Daemons — not because she strikes first, but because she ensures you never see the blade until you are already bleeding.
Chronicles of Astravara 