Weavers of Binding are the exalted officiants of the Cabal of Languor, incarnations of perfected fusion between mortal and demon. As living Eidolons, they are the Rite made flesh, neither guides nor conductors, but the ceremony itself. Suspended in a trance-like poise over a basin of blood, they are attended by bliss-ravaged remnants of failed aspirants. These once-mortals now serve as offerings, their ecstatic devotion harvested in slow, ritual pulses.

The Weaver's gestures carve the air with impossible sigils, inscribing power in liquid grace. With a motion, she may twist reality, weaken the resolve of onlookers, or ready a soul for union. Her decorations are adorned with symbols that act as ever-watching eyes, judging all who draw near. The space around her thrums with sacred pressure, quiet, heavy, and absolute. She is the Rite.