Since there are a few people just doing their research, let me explain exalted. *giggles and cracks knuckles*
The immaculates will tell you that the world is a continuous cycle of reincarnations, with the most enlightened souls going on to become monks, and later the dragon blooded themselves, the Gods appointed rulers of the world.
This is all bullshit.
The Solars will tell you that they are the divine heroes of a better age come to restore the world and make it a better place.
This is an even bigger sack of bull excrement.
The world is the creation of its rightful owners; the primordials. It is a complex essence weave which allows certain aspects of its matrix to manipulate the flows of essence which make up the whole. When immortal, these beings are called Gods. When mortal, these beings are called the exalted. Now you, the Infernals and those exalted who have seen the light, are the true heroes. Your task is to reverse the unjust rulership of the Gods, and bring hell to creation, so that all creation might be reborn into a glorious third age, in which the injustice of oblivion shall be swept away, and the fair folk shall drown in their own fairy piss as they scream in shock of a constantly expanding creation.
Sure, to get there you'll have to do some damage. Some people might even think you're warped and perverted. But you'll one day teach them the truth. Now lets meet your rightful overlords, the five demon lords active in the reclamation conspiracy to retake creation, the five most dynamic, powerful, amazing beings you will ever meet in any universe.Malfeas
is the king of hell, he was the most powerful being in all existance before he was put into chains and brough low. They killed most of his soul, and twisted his insides inside out. He didn't like that. Now he's the demon city, the capital of Malfeas, the realm of demons, and he's damned filled with rage. He grants his indestructability to his followers. Hell, Malfeans are pretty much impossible to kill without some seriously heavy artillery! Malfeas is arrogant, cruel , and excessive. He loves obvious force, the chance to show off and takes sadistic joy when enemies and allies look upon him in awe and terror. He is vast and full of hate, filled with indiscriminate callousness and a love of the collateral damage he inflicts on the innocent. The Demon City is resilient and strong enough to lift the world or crush it underfoot. The green fires raging in his heart blight the very Essence of everything they touch, marking the world with his wrathful glory. He holds authority over all things wise enough to bow before the world’s creators. He's also a hell of a good musician. Cecylene
Was the divine messenger in the great age of the primordials. In her doom, she was annhialated completely, becoming the outward slopes of hell, the endless wasteland one passes through on the way to Malfeas. Within the desolation of Cecylene, one finds holiness, and enlightenment. Cecylene is the true goddess worthy of worship, and her word must be spread to the poor mortals of creation at any cost. She is patient and deliberate. She holds back, amassing resources until she can overwhelm her opposition. Her law places the strong over the weak, celebrating arbitrary and capricious hypocrisy. She demands reverence from allies and enemies alike and works terrifying and wondrous miracles to expand her worship. She is deeply insightful into the desires and failures of others and owns those whose wishes she fulfills. She borders everything and eternity, so everyone comes to her in time. Her heart overflows with desolation, turning all around her to literal or metaphorical wasteland. When her patience runs out or her plans reach ruition, her rage is sudden and shocking.She Who Lives in Her Name:
Before the betrayal of the insidious mass of the Gods, there lived a transcendant creator, who abhored chaos. In the begining was the name, and that name gave form to creation, building the virtues that today make up the soul of all self aware beings. With a hatred of chaos, and a love of order, the creator instilled creation with the simple and elegant order that the Gods take for granted. Yet in her doom, she who lives in her name was distilled into a form of perfect order; an infinitely complex array of formless flames bound eternally within perfect spheres of imperishable crystal. Now she seeks followers to restore her idealized hierarchy upon a creation craving structure. The Principle of Hierarchy is methodical and meticulous. She analyzes every variable and chooses the most efficient and orderly method by which to achieve victory. Her utilitarianism is absolute and consistent as clockwork. She is as brilliant as she is alien, cold and unfeeling. Her violence is dispassionate and perversely pure, unmotivated by sadism and yet capable of systematically disassembling every obstacle in her path without the slightest remorse. She builds and improves structures of all kinds and abhors chaos, randomness and free will in all its forms. She finds excessive effort wasteful and prefers to apply the minimum exertion necessary to attain the desired outcome. Her directives are fascist and totalitarian, but ruthlessly fair. She has no moral restraint against deception, nor any attachment to honesty, but her nature must choose the most expedient method even when it is not the solution that best matches her talents. She demands perfection, especially from herself.Adorjan:
The being once known as Adrian was a flighty being, creating beautiful, complex creations, only to destroy them in a fit of rage when she grew bored. When the primordials created the games of creation, however, Adrian found her passion in existance. She devoted herself more slavishly than any other primordial to the games, advancing them, making them better, raging viciously at any creature who took the controls from her. And so, when the primordial war came, she fought with a fanatic zeal unmatched by any other being in all creation, destroying vast worlds to defeat those who wanted to take her toys away. As her fury in battle earned her the nickname "the river of all torments" she drove herself into a rage, barely needing the gods to harrow her into a mad engine of destruction, as she filled endless bloody realms of torment with the sound of her laughter. The Silent Wind is restless, always in motion and never satisfied. She expresses the inevitability that bad things happen regardless of who you are or how many backup plans you have. She is catastrophe and calamity, the unconsidered variable that shreds the best-laid plans of Yozi and Exalt alike. She kills because it is her nature to hurt everything she touches, not because she revels in suffering. More than any of her siblings, Adorjan is insane and encompasses contradictions. Adorjan scours her enemies, breaking them to enlighten them, even if the lesson proves fatal. Her actions display vicious whimsy, especially towards the complacent and comfortable. She loves purposeful chaos that exposes the flaws in systems and lays out the proud, but abhors chaos the sake of chaos as much as She abhors stasis. She is a balancing force of wickedness against the excesses of the righteous. Her depredations inspire heroes to reach their full potential through the crucible of tragedy, invariably ruining their lives in the process. Greatness is the worst curse her touch imparts. She inflicts more pain on those she loves than those she hates. No one expects her. She refuses to be understood and torments those who try.The Ebon Dragon:
The Ebon Dragon is a selfish creature. Possibly the most proud being in all of creation. Before the primordial war, he was but a weak servant of the true creators of the universe, but such was his pride that he surrendered to the Gods first among the primordials, and immediately set to work on the task of freeing himself. The ebon dragon has made overtures to neverborn, fair folk, unshaped rakasha lords, solar exalted in the pits of despair, lunar exalted, nihilistic Gods, deathlords, and even particularly powerful dragon lords. Ultimately, the Ebon Dragon was the founder of the reclaimation conspiracy, the one who discovered how to take control of solar essences, the one who seduced the first beings into the ranks of the akuma. The Shadow of All Things is Other, not wholly of the world nor fully alien to its precepts like the Neverborn. He is self-indulgent and without conscience
but can be trusted to act with enlightened self-interest at all times, making him the most dependable and trustworthy of the Yozis so long as those dealing with him don’t forget his nature. He corrupts and seduces others away from virtue and honor because these concepts are poisonous to him, rather than because he wants to enlighten or enslave. He genuinely believes the universe should be darkened until it approaches his unholy perfection, but his warped magnanimity hides a deeper and greater hatred of all light—literal or metaphoric. The Ebon Dragon is hollow, assembling his semblance of identity from lies, copied mannerisms and observed vices, constantly recreating himself in the image of whatever offends and frightens his adversaries the most. Moreover, he is The Nemesis, finding greater joy in thwarting the dreams of others than advancing his own agenda. Whereas the Silent Wind brings agonizing freedom to others, the Ebon Dragon can’t abide his own restraint, whether by prison walls or social mores. And he's engaged. He won't say to who, and nobody remembers him planning to do this, but he just spirited his bride away from the mortal realm. Of course, people have a good idea. She wears a lot of read and she's got a bunch of suprises in store for her descendants.
Those are the Gods an infernal worships and acts as the messenger of. If you're an Akuma, you were another type of exalted who saw the light and chose to follow one of the Yozis, getting great power in the bargain. If you're an infernal, a true Green Sun Prince, then one of the Yozis decided to follow you, and saw you fail to acheive your destiny. This sort of pain is vital for the infernal exaltation. You're given a generous offer to be twisted and mutilated, into a perfect simalcrum of the yozis. And when you get the chance for that kind of power, you'd best take it.Here's a documentary of how this sort of thing works!
(although in cartoon form, with a few less all consuming machine wombs, and maybe your results will vary a little bit)