Zargon

Zargon, known as the Returner and the Invincible One, is an Elder Evil—a nightmarish, primordial being from a time before gods and mortals, older than history, and steeped in insatiable hunger and eternal corruption. Worshiped as a god by some and feared as a plague by others, Zargon is a living apocalypse, a manifestation of raw, destructive instinct that devours civilizations and leaves only madness in its wake.

Towering and grotesque, Zargon appears as a colossal, slug-like monstrosity, with a single massive eye, dozens of flailing, barbed tentacles, and a maw filled with jagged, ever-regenerating teeth. Most horrifying of all is the massive horn protruding from its head—an artifact of flesh and malevolence said to have survived even when Zargon's body has been slain, allowing him to regenerate over and over. From this unholy feature comes his epithet: the Returner—for Zargon cannot die, only wait until his next rise.

Zargon is not a god of philosophy or belief. He represents utter domination, consumption, and the obliteration of self. Those who worship him do not revere him out of love or spiritual enlightenment, but out of terror, madness, or promises of power through surrender. His cults often spring up among the desperate or deranged, forming theocracies of horror in which individuality is crushed beneath the weight of Zargon’s hunger.

In ancient myth, it is said that Zargon once ruled an empire of subjugated mortals, demanding worship through flesh sacrifice and brutal tyranny. When he was finally defeated—by gods, heroes, or fate itself—his horn remained, buried beneath the ruins of his fallen temple. From that cursed relic, he would rise again, reconstituting his form from blood and belief, returning to shatter the world anew.

The presence of Zargon is heralded by strange omens: visions of a bleeding horn, dreams of teeth grinding stone, and the rise of cults that spread like tumors, whispering promises of salvation through submission. Wherever he walks, sanity crumbles, and the natural order breaks down.

Zargon is not merely a monster—he is a force, like famine or blight, and his hunger is eternal. His influence can taint entire cities, twist ecosystems into nightmares, and inspire even the noble to abandon hope for raw survival. No one bargains with Zargon. They are swallowed—body, mind, and soul.

To invoke Zargon is to call forth a god that was never meant to exist—a hunger from before the world began, whose return is always inevitable.