No need to move, the northern coast end is too chilly for faux-Indian shenanigans; it wasn't even a territory projection I considered. I'll throw some questions together later to clarify what's what. Glad that the base concept is well received.

Edit [@Genni]: Eastern positioning was the focus of territory projections 1 & 2, yeah, and on that note both positions are quite neighborly to Count Vasha. Not to speak for Bright_Ops, but I imagine the two might uncomfortably break bread now and again on the finer points of running regency states of questionable morality and to some degree diametrically opposed sociopolitical methods. And the whole 'technically I should be your de jure overlord but Greek Fire is too much of a pain so fuck it, let's talk tariffs' thing.

The Indo-King's (working title™) hazy origin and thus early status and thus demon hunting attention given notwithstanding, I imagine that after getting established he's dealt with more than his fair share of demonslayer assassins by various and mostly uncharitable means & measures. For the most part, insulating yourself at the center of a militarized hero-cult police state makes for an excellent immune system. Personally hacking them to pieces or breaking their spirits with preternatural swordsmanship and sorcery that most the world hasn't the least idea of is a good second line, meanwhile. I imagine Brights' Vasha, again not to speak for him, is likely to be fonder of the indirect Tomb of Horrors approach. Makes for less interrupted research if the assassins reduce themselves to ashes and get swept up automagic like.

Most the rest of the demons that didn't shack up with Indo and the infernal court or some other coherent, secure state in my mind made the mistake of consuming themselves in a proverbial charge of the light brigade against the just-born Justinian Imperium and its occupiers in Nagath back when things were a little more Second Age in power scale, scattering into the wilderness to live like beasts or get hunted down, starting petty backwoods cults and almost definitely getting hunted down, or are squatting in a big black magic circlejerk within the depths of Daigon Zul and many a forgotten elsewhere, where nobody in the Castigati gives a shit to follow them except the ones that do and don't ever return. Maybe a scarce few of the more mannish sorts rove as low fantasy adventurer types. Conan with cloven hooves. Or more appropriate to the time period, Henry Morgan, or Edward Teach/Blackbeard if you cheat and stretch a century onward.