Mikreet

The Empire of Mikreet was once the pinnacle of power in all the known realm. It was characterized by a heavy ruling class and a philosophy of aggressive expansion. There was a period of time when the Mikreetans' had territorial holdings on nearly every contenent.

Fall of Mikreet and the Origin of Tieflings
As the Mikreetan dynasty grew larger and older, it became more and more unstable. Rebellions formed, Mikreetan colonies begain to fall, and soon the leaders the Emperors had once trusted were at the gates demanding blood.

Their empire surely doomed, the remaing royal families sought out more devious means of maintaing power. It is told that a court Warlock slew a meek virgin girl and a healthy black goat on the steps of the temple, a ritual that brought to the Emperor a Demon from the Mikreetan Underhell. The Emperor offered Mikreets' complete loyalty to the Underhell in exchange for the power to crush the rebles. The Demon said in a infernal crackle '''Gather all the nobles and their kin in one chamber at dusk and I will see a deal made'. ''Many nobles and their families were hesitant to meet with Demon, but the Emperor insisted. Those who refused were burned as an offering to the Underhell, and those who espcaped were eventually killed my the mobs behind the gates.

Once in the audience chamber, the Demon appeared before the crowd of nobles twice his size. His mouth opened in a ghastly motion and an unknown red mist began the billow from his between his teeth. The crowd panicked, many tried to flee but the Emperor made sure every exit was locked and orded his guards to slay any would be escapees. Some tried to push or stab the great Demon, but he remained stationary and stone like. Eventually the mist began to possess them. Man, woman, and child alike fell to the ground and began to flail like a fish out of water. Everyone except the emporer, who kept a constant gaze upon the Demon from atop his golden throne, seeming to ignore the mist as it burned his and the others skin a brick red. Their eyes boiled, and their pupils disolved into an orb of gold. From their heads, horns began to protrude and the Emporers ears rang with the sound of screams and moans.

"Silence!" he shouted, raising from his throne, and the moans dimmed. The Demon's mouth closed and he met the rulers gaze. "Alas! We are now not only loyal subjects to the Underhell, but also loyal images of its inhabitants. Our price has been paid, O' curs'd Demon! Now help us crush those at the gates!"

The stonelike image of the red Demon only stared longer before he shot toward the rulers with unfathomable speed. He blanketed his body and began to shout the infernal tounge in his face. The Emporer screamed a bloody death as the nobles began to flee.