Hell is Where Insects Come From

What if Hell was a dark place in your world, a dark place of insects and hunger.


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What if, in this world, all insects were demons. Flies, lotus, wasps; all demons of different orders. What if spiders and other arachnids were the nobility of demons, the masters of this Dark and Crawling Hell.


What if all these things filled the world in order to feed on it. They hunger for our blood, for our corpses; maggots live inside the dead, feasting on the remnants of the soul and the fading embers of our dreams stored in corpse flesh.

Hell is a place filled with life. It teems with it. But you cannot see any of it. Worms twist through damp and dank tunnels carved out by sinners whose sole purpose in life is to feed greater demons. The tunnels are where the Ant Queens gestate and produce greater and more powerful things.


A Warlock who makes a pact with a demon is someone who makes a pact with insects. Flies buzz around them or scarabs crawl out of their ears and mouth at night. They must sleep in soil, and some spin webs to protect themselves. Their flesh becomes hard and segmented; an exoskeleton is Mage Armor, Eldritch Blast a poisonous sting, Hex the maddening sound of buzzing in your ears, and something crawling under your skin.


Butterflies and moths are the dark demons of sidhe. Lotus, wasps, and ants are those born in the hearts of men.


Hell is a dark place of crawling hunger. We are the food of sin.