Letifer, Bringer of Death, Archdemon of Death and Killing, came to Gnossienne during the 1800s, drawn by the city’s growing instability and the opportunities it offered. To her, Gnossienne is a personal playground, a place where she can indulge in her love of death and perhaps ruin the plans of gods, entities, cults and mortals alike simply for her own amusement. She delights in murder, ritual sacrifice, assassination, massacres and acts that claim many lives at once, especially explosions and catastrophes. Death is nourishment and entertainment to her, whether she witnesses it or causes it herself, and every life lost feeds her power. The energies released by death strengthen and empower her, particularly when she kills, the killing is done in her name, through one of her artifacts, as part of a ritual or sacrifice dedicated to her. Despite her obsession with death, Letifer does not wish for all life to end. A world without living beings would leave her with nothing left to kill, no fear to savor, no blood to spill and no entertainment. Instead, she prefers a balance of endless violence and survival, allowing new victims, conflicts and opportunities for murder to arise. She and her philosophical outlook on death inspired her cult, The Mortiferi, a sect devoted to killing without completely exterminating everything around them. Before The Second Shift they were already feared from the random incidences and rumors surrounding them, but afterward they became far more openly hostile and violent. Like Letifer herself, they revel in murder, sacrifice and orchestrating events that take many lives, often seeing themselves as curators of death rather than mindless destroyers. Many seek to create the perfect killing, whether through ritual, assassination or engineered disasters, believing every death dedicated to Letifer brings them closer to her favor. Letifer’s appearance is as striking as it is terrifying. She has long, wavy black hair that contrasts sharply with her vibrant red scales. Her eyes possess glowing red irises set against black sclera, with vertically slitted pupils, her mouth bearing two sets of fangs, her gaze and smile heavily showing her predatory nature, and from her back rise two pairs of dragon-like demon wings. Four long tails tipped like sharp spear heads trail behind her, moving almost like living things and capable of cutting through bone. She wears finely crafted armor, the centerpiece of which is a chest plate fused with the front portion of the skull and horns of a powerful archdemon she personally slew, cast in metal and permanently worked into the armor as both a trophy and a warning. Draped behind and partly around her is a heavily tattered and shredded crimson cloak that flows between her wings, giving her the appearance of a blood-red specter descending upon a battlefield. Everything about Letifer reflects what she is: not the end of life itself, but the joy of taking it.