Gwynnedd was a loathsome serpent with disheveled hair, pale face, and blood red lips. A seductress, her obsession with beauty poisoned her soul. Jealousy of any living creature of beauty, man or woman, turned Gwynnedd to a serpent for all eternity. Her venom was of poison, and with Dantalion's true demonic form unleashed, she ravaged his flesh, the two demons feeding off one another for power. He used her powers to replenish his own, and expelled her venom from his blood. Although no longer immortal, he healed whatever wounds Gwynnedd inflicted on him. Only on the new moon was he released.
My resemblance of Lilith haunted Dantalion , and depleted of his powers , fell victim to Gwynnedd's torture.
"What say you , thy beautiful guardian. No longer immortal? Thy holds a secret from me. Tell me, who is the girl?" she seared venom into his cursed blood.
Gwynnedd was condemned, as was Dantalion, yet her bones of the dead were a fate far worse than his own. The poison unleashed a strange hold over him, causing him to reveal his affections for me to the demon serpent. She shape shifted into the form of a beautiful woman, hair golden and skin of ivory.
"Thou art my counterpart, Incubus," seductively whispering into Dantalion's ear. "Thou art mine to devour when the moon wanes in the sky, and since mercy hath been granted thee, my demon serpents are yours from which to feed, though do not be fooled. They will seek to devour you and the demonic powers you hold," Gywnnedd's serpent tongue flicked at Dantalion.
"They art my children, begotten from demon bloodline. They will appear when summoned, whether here or in the mortal realm, consider them a snack from the Gods!" she laughed, retreating into her dark chamber, her hideous form following.
Gwynnedd never revealed to Dantalion her true purpose, nor why she remained exiled within his realm. He thought her part of his penance, and a source of restoration of his power.
Gwynnedd did not yet know of me up until now, and found weaknesses in Dantalion's young demonic heart. Her secrets would serve her well.
Dantalion and his followers respected the powers of ritual magick, and every waxing moon would make daily offerings of frankincense, jasmine, storax, sandalwood, cedar, dragons blood and myrrh in honor of his brother demons of the Goetia.
Ritual fires were commanded by Dantalion and he marked the ground with a ceremonial circle, etching his brothers' symbols inside. A triangle was set to the East, away from the circle, also marked with symbols, which would retain the demons during evocation.