Alvarez, The Prince Deception and Lies
Natural Armor:-
Natural Armor +50 gp
Passive Abilities:-
My words cannot be Silenced300 gp
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Unnatural Vestige300 gp
Full Abilities:-
Aura of the False Prophet
Abilities:-
Whisper of Madness
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Words of Betrayal
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Legendary Defenses
At Will Spell(s):-
Bewitching Glare2
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Carvell's Sudden Images3
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Invasive Projection3
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Power Word: Dread5
Innate Spell(s) per Long Rest:-
Blissful Dreams8
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Stunning Gaze7
Monster Bits:-
45 Fiendish Essence1.5 gp
His horns twist like scorched roots, skin etched in shifting glyphs. Robes flicker with inked faces, mouths whispering truths that never were. Eyes shimmer—glass over void—as his smile rewrites the air around him.
Before the Abyss Had Walls
Long before the Abyss divided itself into domains of rot, fire, hunger, and madness — before Glasya birthed her maggot children or Nasten discovered the joy of endless war — there was Alvarez.
He was not born in fire or blood, but in a whisper.
In the earliest wars between Light and Shadow, when gods still walked among mortals, Alvarez was a lesser demon — a being of minor influence who served a greater Lord of Temptation. But Alvarez was clever. He saw that brute power earned fear, but deception bred loyalty, and loyalty, when twisted, made souls ripe for torment.
Alvarez began his ascent not through conquest, but by corrupting the champions of the Light themselves. He whispered through tears, dreams, reflections. He offered gentle heresies, small deviations from truth, until saints struck down innocents and kings burned cities in the name of justice. Each time, Alvarez fed on their guilt and savored the flavor of their ruin.
His First Triumph: The Breaking of Seraph Lianiel
Alvarez’s first major act was the undoing of Seraph Lianiel, a celestial commander of the Choir of Dawn. Through a mirror forged from a star fallen into the Abyss, Alvarez showed Lianiel false visions: a world where mortals cursed the gods, abandoned the Light, and worshipped a false salvation.
Horrified, Lianiel descended to Zin and began purging entire villages, trying to "prevent" a future that never was. Her actions turned the faithful into rebels. Her wings burned off under divine shame, and in her agony, she turned to Alvarez for comfort.
He welcomed her with open arms and made her his first Bound Tome, the Book of Lianiel, whose pages shriek with celestial screams in the Labyrinth to this day.
This act gained Alvarez the favor — and the fear — of the other Demon Lords. He was no longer a whisper. He had become a Prince.
The Construction of the Labyrinth of Madness
With power came territory, and Alvarez did not carve his domain from stone, but from the collective minds of the damned. His realm is not built — it is perceived, grown from the infinite suffering and confusion of those he has deceived.
The Labyrinth of Madness is a thinking place, a place where truth is the lie and every path leads back to doubt. No doors are real, no paths are safe, and the books lining every wall are bound in the flesh and memory of the fallen faithful — those who trusted in the Light and were convinced to betray it.
He shaped the Book Keepers from the essence of thought and guilt. They are not simply librarians — they are living reflections of regret, once mortal minds so broken by what they believed that their only comfort now lies in curating lies.
Time means nothing in the Labyrinth. One may enter seeking knowledge and exit centuries later, mad, hollow, and convinced the lie was true all along.
The Art of Corruption
Alvarez does not revel in destruction or madness for its own sake. What brings him joy is the moment of betrayal — when a cleric casts a blight spell thinking it’s a healing word, when a judge signs a death warrant for a child believing it is mercy, when a lover drives a dagger into their beloved’s heart, believing it’s salvation.
He speaks rarely in his true voice. Most mortals never know they’ve spoken with him. A beggar’s question, a lover’s dream, a prayer gone strangely answered — these are his tools.
For Alvarez, every soul is a puzzle, and the goal is not to break it — but to convince it to break itself.
The Rivalry with the Darkness
In recent centuries, Alvarez has grown restless. A force older than even he has begun erasing belief altogether. This entity — simply called The Darkness — does not lie. It does not twist. It merely devours. Entire cultures fall into nihilism, believing in nothing, trusting nothing, denying light, shadow, gods, or meaning.
This is anathema to Alvarez.
Where he works in layers, illusions, and divine parody, the Darkness brings only void — and in the void, lies have no power.
The other Demon Lords see the Darkness as convenient — it weakens their enemies. But Alvarez sees a future where no one believes in anything, not even lies. And in such a world, his power is meaningless.
So now he plots — not with rage, but with precision. He infiltrates those corrupted by the Darkness, not to kill them, but to sow belief again — even false belief — just so he can corrupt it afterward. Even a cult of despair can be twisted with the right words. Even the hopeless can be made to hope for the wrong thing.
He will not be denied his art.
The Long Game
Alvarez plays across centuries. He has corrupted entire pantheons, caused holy wars between sibling gods, and built religions on lies so vast they have shaped civilizations.
He has agents in every major temple, every royal court, every order of knights that still clings to honor.
But his greatest plan remains unfinished: to create a new god, born from a fabricated prophecy, with Alvarez himself as the secret prophet behind it all — a lie so grand that its believers would shape the next age of Zin.
And if the Darkness dares interfere again… he will find a way to deceive even the void.
Environment:
Devils
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Special Senses:-
Fiendsight: +60
- Damage Type Immunity:
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Poison
- Immune to Status Effect:
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Poisoned
