Writchen
Pestilence's Father
Lord of Plagues and Poxes
Grotesquely corpulent and filled to the brim with disease, death and decay, the loathsome lord of plagues and poxes Writchen sit within the Seven Hells in the excess of his own gluttonous waste. Though despite his crud look Writchen is a creature of formality and is much more scheming than what one might first believe when seing him within the cruid establishment of pox and biles of mucus makeup that is the fleshy Pox-Ministry of Epidemics.
HISTORY
Infestation, decay, sickness and blisters all lead to one thing in the elder times, death. In the Elder Times, where humanoids had yet to figure out much of the arcane, divinium and technological knowledge they have, each blister they had, could be a cause of death and it was from this that the lemure Writchen, found his gurgling delight in infection. Writchen is a studious and observant demon, and its through his knowledge of disease that he rose the ranks of demons. Through many years of studying the material realm and how poxes and infection ruled over the living, Writchen created the Demon Pox. A pox that could bring even a Balor to its knees. The then Demon King of Asmodeus acknowledge the little demon larva's efforts and took him under his wing. From that Writchen went from hobelts, to hamlets, to villages to towns and finally war to conduct his field tests, unleashing clouds of spores and bacteria that eventually could wipe out whole armies. He used these tests to hurl his pestilent at his enemies, watching with detached interest as the symptoms of each particular infection began to spread amongst demons. The best results he captured and took back to his ruinous lair where he observed their degeneration more closely. In thousands of cages that stretch into the darkness, creatures of every single species from all across time and space gibber, wail and moan in the gloom now. It was through this process that eventually he was promoted to become the Demon Lord of Adephegia.
DEPICTION
Writchen is a squat and mountainous fat being, covered in rotting flesh and open sores that weep foul rivulets of pus. Hot ropes of intestines dribble out of huge tears in his enormous, bloated and distended bellies. This horrific girth is supported by two impossibly small and atrophied-looking legs, and their inordinately large, bulbous heads are crowned by enormous stag-like antlers. To the mortal eye, Writchen is undoubtedly the foulest being alive, often by mortal he is ascribed to be a flyblown, maggot-ridden. His innards spill into view through the tears and gashes in his swollen belly as he lumbers forwards. Clusters of pustules and weeping buboes erupt from his hide. Noxious juices seep from dozens of infected sores, leaving a glistening trail of mucus in his wake. Few mortals have the stomach, let alone the will, to oppose such a being.Divine Domains
Whilst many find a kinship between Amanar, the Putrid Son and Writchen, Pestilence's Father, the two are not related. Their divine domains does at time intertwine however. The divine domains of Writchen strech far and wide everything from Disease, Decay, Despair, Destruction, Death, Rebirth to over-indulgence and over-consumption. This however does not mean that Writchen is a god of excess, merely the effects of over-indulgence. His ridly decaying and cured body serves as an image of lack of self-restraint. How over-indulgences can twist the nature of ones mind. In the end out of habitual consumption and indulgence stem pox and disease.
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Divine Classification
Demon Lord
Religions
Alignment
Lawful Neutral
Current Status
Trying to create a god pox
Current Location
Realm
Spouses
Siblings
Children
Current Residence
the Bubonic Grove
Gender
Male
Eyes
Green and swingy
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Grotesquely corpulent and filled to the brim with disease
Height
14 meters
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