The first Demon to unlock the secret of becoming an Inspiration, Desire's scope is deceptively self-spoken, nearly an understatement of the raw gluttonous nature this creature harbors.
Greed, Gluttony, Envy, Pride, Sloth, Jealousy, six sins which fall firmly into her scope and six sins which inspire fiery shows of the seventh should any one of them be denied. For this reason Desire is more often villain than the patron, seeking to only to sate itself, to outdo its own lavishness at every turn. It has a flair for showmanship, and the cunning to get whatever it wants.
Born of pride, vanity, sloth, greed, and lust, Desire is a Foci of creature hunger that feeds on the satiation of its inspiration and by feeding on other demons the same kind. She feeds on Addictions with particular fervor, finding them easy to cultivate in the minds of the weak.
With her silver tongue she weaves a religion, and ensnares more into it than many might expect. The prayer of her religion is "Die Young", and her sermons are at the bottom of wine bottles and the heart of drugs.
Though there are many stories detailing Desire's birth, the prevailing tale is that Desire's mind was born of the spiritual gestalt of a tribe of Kraveenani flower-eaters linked together by Sensate.
"We are Desire"
You would be forgiven for thinking that Desire's body is her Armoire -- the assorted Dolls, Thralls, and Doppelgangers through which this Demon acts.
She wears her Armoire to do her bidding, is the common understanding, and so her soul must be entangled into their own, somehow, no? That much is true, but none of them contain her brain. This many-eye'd beast does indeed have a head.
Somewhere, afloat in a golden palatial city -- a flotilla junkberg too big to escape the wayhall in one piece.
The Rose of Hedon. Desire's den and city, where Desire and the 7 Princes of Luxury hold court: Confidence, Ambition, Justice, Intimacy, Indulgence, Relaxation, and Affluence.
To even see her requires doing the 7 Pilhrimages, or earning the blessing of a Prince directly.
Few earn their way in. Those that pass through have long sought entrance to this sacred place, and have possibly lived there for a very long time before being quietly summoned by the Lady Herself, to meet with her in her private chambers and learn the true meaning of Desire.
Those that accept the invitation do not always return.
Some return as her Armoire—the agonizingly beautiful Beautiful Ones —living art celebrating the story of life written into their bodies.
Others are never seen again
Ask an Armoire where the missing have gone are. The Doll will just smile and assure you that "they are with us. Not all find their beauty in being seen. They find other ways to be known, even if it's not always by name."
The only way to know where they are is to see it for yourself. To be invited into her chambers. To Malebolge—the inferno.
An impression of Desire as rendered by someone who claims to have seen her true face.
A face of lies, a being of essence. Look into one facet and the tapestry shifts to match; a corner of flowers becomes a bed, a slip of a face becomes the a whole, one ghoulish eye becomes a whole phantom.
Desire has many faces. To see only one is to complicit in the lie.
- The Indulgent
- The Shadow of Anthem
- Queen of the Damned