The Prince
Name: Tqueiphidalnachtiewnneohial-Nyeraemennepthaphtllaemyen, The Hungering One, The Defiler, The Wraith, The Endless Lord, The Devourer.
Domain: Greed, the Void, Emptiness, Gluttony.
Description: None know for certain what the creature that lurks within the darkest depths looks like. Some speak of a monstrous conglomeration of mouths and tendrils, larger than mortal comprehension and twice as dense as reality. Some speak of a black tower that is bigger than a continent, complete with gaping holes that cycle the power of the Endless Lord throughout his domain, smashing the prisoners against the currents of space and time. Some speak of of a lone figure, broken beyond repair, screaming forever into the blackness. Some speak of the colorless being that stalks through the chasm between realities, carefully sliding into the nightmares of gluttons and the prayers of bandits. All speak true. The Defiler is formless, and yet shaped by the belief of his worshipers.
Yet there is one claim that is as old as the ageless monster itself. Long-forgotten legends speak of a twisting mass that resembled a warping cloud of volcanic gas. It expanded without limit, and was yet empty of everything. All it touched vanished into the gaping maw-fiend, and all that looked at it saw only the end of infinity. This is perhaps the closest to the truth that the mortal plane could bear.
His range of powers is marginally small compared to the others, and almost all of it consists of spreading his vile gateways to the Null. The creature that lurks within the Void only spends time in the mortal plane though possession, and does not send his denizens unless there is a true emergency. Each time he descends on the world, the air around him vanishes into the oily black smoke that creeps around as if alive, devouring all that it touches in an ever expanding ring of darkness.
The Hungering One's purpose is incredibly simple in it's idea, and massively overblown in it's execution. Despite his constantly expanding territory, the Prince of Greed always hungers for more and more, striking at whatever location is his fancy at the time. He claims domain over everything he can get his shadowy teeth into, although he is especially hungry for the souls of the rich and gluttonous. He is also a notoriously difficult prince to worship, as he treats every soul with the same disdain. They will all fade away in the nothingness of Blank alone.
The Realm
Name: Null, or Blank, or the Void. Any of these names is adequately descriptive of the place that is both the home of Greed and yet the embodiment of the Defiler.
Description: Lonely. The world is as colorless as its master and bearer, and is populated by more things than there ever could be, and yet so empty that the incredibly vast, vacuum less space seems to extend into eternity without pause. All that populate it are the very few true denizens of the great Void, and the prisoners. Every single being never sees another unless by the Endless Lord's will, as the souls of the damned are chained several hundred thousand miles from one another, and yet sometimes they are simply pushed into the path of the Wardens.
The world known simply as Null is a prison. It spreads in every direction infinitely. All that enter it will never see another denizen of the place, unless by some twisted will of the Wraith. There is no landscape to the place, with the only features seeming to be the occasional fragments of a once great empire, now swallowed up and set several million miles from anything else. The only truth to the endless nightmare of colorless vacuum is that death will never come to those who suffer in the massive wheel of hatred.
In the exact center of the ever expanding sphere of nothing lies the Tower. The great structure is absolutely massive, complete with spiraling arches bigger than mountains, pillars that could swallow cities whole, and ever-spinning gears and hissing pistons that could crush the mortal populace to death in a single rotation of the eldritch machinery. It is in many ways the heart of both the Void and of the Endless Lord, eternally churning in the gravity-less vacuum that makes up the body of the beast. It is the exact center of the ever expanding realm of nothing, and is the place where Tqueiphidalnachtiewnneohial-Nyeraemennepthaphtllaemyen's alien consciousness resides. There is not a single soul that has ever been inside the great structure save the Prince of Ruin himself, and the only ones that ever see it are the great Wardens.
Denizens: There are only two kinds of creature held within the Void.
The Prisoners: The souls of that belong to the monstrous Defiler are chained to nothing and left alone in the vast blank emptiness that holds all of their brethren that they will never see. All the corpses of men and woman alike begin to fall into disarray, slowly but surely twisting in horrible ways as they squirm to escape the nothing that binds them. The result is a variety of twisted beasts of all shapes and sizes that have been driven to insanity, their only master the Null's constant ropes that bind them in place and force them to the Devourer's will. Being adjusted for the vacuum of space only makes them useless in the true world, thus violating any use for them in the conquest of the material plane.
The Wardens: Great monsters of teeth and tentacles, the Wardens patrol the vast expanse of space in a random path across the vanished cosmos, devouring all that they come across. The path seems randomly designated, but they have a funny way of heading for the souls that were the most rich in life, grabbing them and shoving them down one of the many maws that populate the huge monster's surface. Inside it is a living hell, burning endlessly as fuel for the greatest servants of the Endless Lord. They are unable to descend on the mortal realm, as much like their colleagues in the Prisoners, they are adjusted for a gravity-less vacuum. However, they serve as defenders of the portals for the Wraith's powers, stuffing as many of their mouths and tendrils as they can fit through the gateways and dragging in as many things as they can find, friend or foe.
