Yoke Fiends are the twisted stillbirths of cursed devils, a thousand thousand generations growing ever more debased and feeble, and cross-bred with beasts of the field by the sadistic Infernal bio-priests. These least of all demonkin are kept in servitude until even after the stars go out. Lacking intelligence, tortured by their own perverse existence and filled with malice, they are fit for nothing but the crudest of tasks. In the innermost chamber of their black heart remains a tiniest polluted shard of divinity, the cruel legacy of their once-angelic forefathers. This dim knowledge and their repulsive fallen state fills the Yoke Fiends with unending hatred and envy towards any untouched part of the Creation. Throughout the endless plains of Hell, Yoke Fiends keep the great boiling cauldrons constantly lit, feeding the fires with the damned. They gleefully throw the endlessly shrieking souls into the boiling vats of pitch,the torment of others being the sole consolation of their miserable existence. In work gangs a million strong in the vast quarries, the yoke-thralls cut the ubiquitous black stone, with which they erect the great towers, keeps, ziggurats and towers of Hell, monuments glorifying their own bitter enslavement. Yoke Fiends torment the leagues long columns of the still-living damned as they march into the Lake of Fire. Whipping them incessantly with scourges fashioned from the nerve bundles of still conscious victims. This colossal human suffering in turn powers the Goetic Magic of the Arch-devils and their mortal servants, as it disturbs God’s plan for the Universe. When called to war, the bellows of these brutal creatures shake the very foundations of their Lord’s Manse. They are given simple but wicked weapons, and they delight in the pain they inflict with them. Axes, spiked clubs, curving hooks, pitchforks and even simple firearms loaded with shot of infernal iron are given to these monstrous creatures. A Yoke Fiend stand