Name: Darko Despair
Titles: God of Death and Fear, Torturer of Souls, Lord of Nightmares, Master of Misery
True name: Ner'zhul
Inspiration: an old Character sheet of mine from Scion Hero/Demigod/God, plus warcraft 3, the undead army, plus the lich king before arthus
Appearance: Appears in black robes that flows with tortured souls like a oil spilling in the ocean(statues of him are made of onyx and they are often showing him with three screaming souls swirling about him, his robe looking like its in a breeze and one of his clawed hands holding a limp body, art of him shows him sitting on his throne with a bunch of souls beneath his thrown screaming, and his undead followers in the background)
to mortals
to the gods
Symbols: Mark of Death and Fear, a skull, it will appear in the most bizarre places, and usually where that symbol is seen someone will die or has died, it can appear in water, in the ashes of a burned down house, or even in the sky above a village, this symbol is even burned into the skin on the chest of each of his cultists, sometimes seen marking the way to the secret entrance to enter his realm but the road there is infested with his servants
Portfolio: Death domain
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Servitars: Undead
Weapon: Claws (armored gauntlets that cover his arms and shoulders, each of them clawed and razor sharp) A Scythe, mainly used to put the undead in their place, but to the living, it is the very weapon they fear to see, for if that weapon shows up it always means that death is there to claim His prize, the magic behind this weapon can rip open the very fabric of the world and open up the gates to the underworld (shown in image above on its look) and also carries a book of dark evil magic, written in a forbidden language for the Gods of Light, but for the Gods of darkness, its common tongue, but the language hasn't been seen since the end of the War, and even then, uttering the forbidden tongue was still devastating (the book is spiked and filled with pure evil, written in the blood of the fallen god, Jerüld, the original leader of the gods before he was murdered) for the chosen few weapons that represent fear or death(ex. a scythe, execution ax, hook chains etc)
Familiar: Night Mares A Dark Spirit tasked with the job of Delivering Bad Dreams, The Night Mares are truly His Greatest Creation, Capable of Traveling the world in minutes and deliver a bad dream to the wicked, they are his messengers to the mortal world, giving visions of his world and sometimes, if the dreamer is fortunate enough, they will see his plans for the mortals. only if they are lucky. The Nightmares are also his gift to the cults Oracle, for hearing him and understanding his orders
Followers: undead followers (listed below)
Wraith
Brutal and relentless horrid spirits that love nothing more than to terrify and cause panic in the mortal world, the Wraiths bodies make for perfect disguises in a haunt, they can look like a curtain or like a table cloth, they blend with the dark in a distance, but when you see the glow of their hell fire eyes like eyes and their horrible, nails on a chalkboard laugh, run for they don't stop till they are satisfied with their work
Ghouls mainly traveled in packs, Ghouls, swarm villages with their numbers, capable of walking like a zombie to running like a human in a matter of seconds, tireless and always hungry, they can devour a whole village within a matter of minutes. Packs consist of 180 to 240 Ghouls.
Ghouls Being Fed
Banshees Banshees, used their horrible looks and blood curdling screams to terrify and kill their victims in a way worse than you can imagine, their screams shatter window and disorient at distance, but in small rooms, they can Kill, without hesitation.
Mortal Followers (listed Below)
Cultists They join because they want to, The Cultists, join into his Dark Cults out of fear and wish to be free of it, so, by capturing mortal sacrifices, they worship their Dark God and send him their gifts, The First Cult sacrificed a woman on a alter and caused to much of a hassle to clean up, so they begged him for better means of sacrifice. Hearing their Begging, he decided to grant them that purpose and opened a pit, in the pit was a 10 ghouls, enough to cause screams of Agony and Fear, so, from that point, for the last 500 years, they sacrificed to their God by tossing victims into the pit.
Oracle Given the Blessing of the God of Fear and Death, The Oracle is a ruthless relentless woman that wishes nothing more than to carry out her Dark Lords words and wishes, capable of seeing his plans and hearing his words, she is a extremely important asset to the cults of this God, without her the cults would be lost and scattered like cockroaches in the light, Her word is final when it comes to the cults, the only one higher than her, is The Dark Lord himself.
Bio: Created out of the screams of agony and fear, he is truly a menace to avoid, capable of bringing out the most feared thing anyone is scared of and control over the afterlife. Before the war he was judged and shunned by his fellow gods, eventually he snapped and joined into a group of Dark Gods known as the Evil Ones, and as he showed that he was without mercy or regret. With his control over the Throne of Damnation, and access to Dark Metal of the Undead, He was a perfect addition to the Council, he used his mastery over fear to scare mortals to death and upon their death created his Undead army of Wraiths, Ghouls and Banshees, and using their unique traits to spread Darkness through out the mortal world. When he was banished to the underworld he thought it best to drag their champions along with him, to punish the gods, now corrupt and tainted, each of the gods old champions, they became the lieutenants of his undead army each with a New name and gifted with a power of the underworld.
Lieutenants(shown below)
Malantius, , The Death Shroud, once a champion of the Gods of light, now after the great war between the god and he was dragged to the underworld by Darko, he went through great deal of torture till he realized that his God wasnt going to rescue him, so he cursed his old god and submitted to the will of darkness, control over Wraiths and Other spirits of Vengeance in the underworld
Netholia, , The Scream Rose, also a champion of the Gods of light, but after she was tortured by the Dark Lord, she was easy to take over, she was bathed in the the sorrows of the souls of suicide and grievance, thus becoming the General of of the Banshees and other weeping spirits in the underworld, her word is law to them, less they feel her wrath, she is known for her victims to be touched by a flower only found in the underworld, marking them for a banshee to scream into their ears
Bancrul,, The BoneLord, command over the ghouls and skeletons, this one was difficult to submit, but it took a little convincing and finally he got the fallen champion to curse the gods of light, now he is a scourge on the battle field, wielding a hammer and bearing a heavy suit of armor, he charges into a fight, skull first without hesitation
Creatures of the underworld and their Jobs
Arachnia-Sula, The GateKeeper
Zulious, The Bounty Hunter and Collector
Maxius, The Beast Master
Drog and Balk The Devour
The Dead Council
Darkos advisors for both him and his champion
Frosh, the Head of the Dead Council


Linona, the Blind Seer of the Dead Council


Defron, the Voice of Vengeance of the Dead Council


Drena, the Voice of Reason of the Dead Council


Tower to the dead Council deep within the lands of the plagued forest and in the underworld


other-
The Throne of Damnation
Before the war with his first champion
Damnation
Dark Citadel
The Reapers Teeth
The Plague Forest
The Dead Door
Realm of Fear
His Army During and After the War
his original champion, before he was slain by the hands of the champion of the God of Champions

The Armor of the Champion of Death and Fear
Powers: Power over the very things that makes you scared of the dark, control over the Undead and other parts of his domain, The dead being his greatest purpose
His Home: his rivers flowing with the souls of the mortals that thrived off murder, the sky weeping with the tears of the soul of the suicide, the land filled with the souls working hard labor digging and mining out the ore of his world, a metal he called Deahruelm,, the metal used by his army for armor and weapons, light but strong and allow mobility, given to the other gods of Evil as a gift from him as a ally. His land filled with the screams of the dead suffering for their sins through out their lives, tortured living that ventured into his realm turning them to pure evil minions of his army
Other Weapons
The Sword of Souls
The Ax of Damnation

Name: The Magna Pater

Aliases: Salmu Pulhu (Sumerian), Shasheuss-Throth (De Vermis Mysteriis), The Sleeper of the Clandestine

Gender: Male

Species: Elder Horror, Primeval Vampire

Lifespan: As long as it can continue drinking blood. It doesn't age when it sleeps for years in-between large meals.

Age: 2,047

Appearance: A piebald monstrosity with slime slicked flesh and no hind legs. Its only limbs are two long, winged arms and a powerful tail. It has four claws on each forepaw, with the middle one being eight inches long and capable of slicing through muscle like tissue paper. The beast's head is mostly a dripping maw with oily, unseeing eyes on top, accentuated by long, crinkle cut ears. It has a sharp, hollow tongue which can extend three feet from its mouth and act as a siphon to suck in blood. From snout to tail base, it is over eight feet long. The tail is fourteen feet. It weighs in at about two-hundred and ninety-five kilos, as much as a Siberian tiger.



Abilities




(A lesser, juvenile vampire)

Behavior: The Magna Pater is what one would first think of when the word "monster" comes to you in the dead of night.
It may be called if one completes a forbidden ritual detailed within the ancient tome of black magic known as De Vermis Mysteriis, but nary a being would consider doing such an obscene thing. It makes no noise, has no mercy, cannot be reasoned with, and lives only to drain the blood and devour the flesh of all living things it can bind within its greasy wings. It enjoys all manner of prey and is especially inclined to go out of its way to find toddlers and infants, but it is shy and despises the light. It prefers to remain in damp pitch-blackness, where no eyes can spy it and no light can fall upon it. When outside of its primary lair it lurks around graveyards, occasionally squirming through the wormy soil to feast upon the dead and decaying when no live meat is available.

("The dark side of life, and the horror of it, belonged to a world that lay remote from his own select little atmosphere of books and dreamings.")

It will frequently impregnate victims with its brood, keeping them alive until its malformed young are birthed. It will eat both the victim and the young, doing these things not for food but to purposefully inflict prolonged torment. The few who come into contact with it and live may never be the same as they had been before, for above all else it is a creature of persistence. Even if one leaves the Magna Pater, it will never leave them. A variety of lifelong physical complications and psychological ailments can stem from a meeting with it and it never stops pursuing its prey, even if they move far away. It will also track down any living thing that leaves its scent on a victim. This leads to the Magna Pater consuming the families of those it hunts, along with anyone those families had come into recent physical contact with. Though one may travel often and abroad, once the Magna Pater has chosen a victim their fate is inevitable. It could take days, weeks, months, even years, but eventually on some cold and moonless evening one will awaken to see a sticky face with dead eyes peering through their bedroom window.


(Drawing found in the desk of ten year old Vidya Singh, who went missing in Kanpur, India, two months after claiming to have seen a demon in his backyard.)

History:

Once in a millennium is a creature born, a living horror known as the "Magna Pater". The progenitor of monsters, the true genesis, the harbinger of loss, ancient and terrible. Only one has ever lived at a time, for it is greedy and does not abide its own kind, but always has one lived. It is the alpha of its virtually nonexistent subspecies, devouring its own normal young at birth. Only when the lone alpha dies is a new one conceived. It travels far and with little preference, drawn to whatever realm has foolishly called it via black magic. Its race has seen and ended more civilizations than there are stars in the sky. In Sumeria it was worshipped as a cruel deity to which countless sacrifices were made. In this lifetime does a special one exist, the most dreadful of its kind to have ever been. Even the most vile of devils would balk at associating with it. Like each Magna Pater before it, it wields the unique capacity to share the sight and manipulate the will of its subspecies, an apocalyptic abnormality which it very rarely abuses. It treasures the world, but only for the sadistic pleasures it can derive from bringing pain and grief to other living things.

Though it lingers not permanently on this planet, it is anchored here during times of inactivity. It haunts the secret places deep below ground, amidst a lichen hellscape of death and graverot. It slumbers upon a towering mountain of soggy bones, the bones of children, reigning over its decaying empire on a haphazard throne several thousand lives thick. Those who enter this wretched domain, where the blue sky transitions into a black void, do so at the risk of becoming yet another skeleton upon which the Magna Pater may sleep, with their loved ones soon joining them.

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