Ištar Deep Dwellers

First Ones of Venusia
The humankind imbued the skies of Venusia with vibrant life. Spores were seeded in the cloud seas, which cleansed the boiling air from acidity and poison. Great mirrors in the sky caught the burning rays of the sun and their shadow fell cooling onto the sister world. Thus they created oases in the golden High Skies, regions where pressure and atmosphere allowed for human life to thrive.

Thus goes the story of those who made the Venusian Skies their home and in juvenile arrogance, they deemed themselves masters of the golden cloud sea. But in truth, their High Skies are but a sliver, a meager facade forced upon the true nature of the sister-world.

The Deep Dwellers of Ištar witnessed the arrival of these so-called masters and detested them, for they disregarded the truth and beauty of the wrathful world they settled. Remnants of an older age, the Deep Dwellers are descendants of an older time, of settlers sent to Venus before the Century of Departure. Much of their history is shrouded in mystery, but it is known that they were chosen ones of benthic entities at the dawn of the Otherworld.

Demons
To truly settle the hellscape of Venusia, the pioneers have to become demons. These are the dwellers of the deep, the generations who have sworn to become one with the depths of Venusia.

Fused and merged with most resilient machinery, granted gifts of the Otherworld, the Deep Dwellers have ventured further toward the surface of Venus than any civilization before or since. On the peaks of mountains and volcanoes, they settle their grandiose cities. Among layers of corrosive storms, they endure all hardship for the promised riches of the untapped world, the gold of Venusia which is all precious metals and elements, hidden away beneath the cloudy seas.

Masters and Leviathans
The dwellers of the deep did not dive into the dark heat alone. They were driven by entities of the Otherworld, who saw great potential in the underworld for the lava fields of Venus are not barren, but wells of precious riches. On their stations and cities, the dwellers siphon the resources they need to build more incredible machines, which haunt the Skies and send fear up skyward, through all young settlers on the boiling sister-world.

Greatest among these machines are the great Leviathans of Ištar, carrying in their hulls the people of entire deep-dwelling tribes.