Draghânir - Abyssal Lord

Biography of Occult Entity

Physicality

This entity doesn’t seem to have a proper physical shape. Rather, they are incorporeal just like Sarak and whichever shape they wish to manifest as could arguably be considered their true shape.
They prefer to take the appearance of a serpentine demon though. One covered in scales and spines with massive claws and a long barbed tail.

Personality

This creature has an abnormally chaotic persona, even for creatures of the void. One day they are swaying the various eldritch cultists to swear fealty to them. The other, they are fooling the cultists to slaughter each other before purging them of their corruption. Effectively weakening themselves, even though they constantly chase power on the side.
They are also clinical liar. Constantly bending words and facts to fit their own narrative, while innocently playing it off like nothing happened. A professional manipulator and gaslighter like so many of their ilk. Though queer for a creature that takes the form of a monstrous beast to rely so heavily in subtlety and instigation.

Aspiration

While it might seem strange, Draghânir directly shows signs to aspire to the direct destruction of the void in our world. While it is commonplace for abyssal lords to fight for power and dominance, it is always to further the void's dark agenda.
This is different, as the creature in particular sunders the eldritch to the core and reshapes the primal elements warped into their natural shape. Effectively being capable of permanently killing abyssal lords.

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Archives

Subject: 1337UCE - Draghânir
Threat level: Unknown
Manifestation: A massive red scaled lizard creature. I have no idea in hell what it is supposed to portray. I just know it sends chills down my spine, somehow. And I’m already dead.
Powers: Somehow, this creature seems to have control of the eldritch forces itself. Making them capable of transforming mortals into various lesser entities of power. They are also capable of stripping the minions of other abyssal lords from their gifts.
In short, this implies that Draghânir can replicate all other abyssal lords' powers to a limited extent.
Dangers: It is hard to tell the extent of the threat that this entity possesses. Especially since it doesn’t seem to make much of a sound. Draghânir has only ever been found attacking others of their ilk to weaken them and avoids confrontation with mortals.
Weaknesses: This entity literally has no bloody weaknesses. And that fucking irks me to no end.

Writing by Tonarus
Art AI generated with Midjourney

Runic Memoir of Confrontation with the Entity

Kasus Khzar placed his black gloved hand on the old frost crusted brass handle. The door slowly creaked open to the old homestead. A smell of aged papyrus and dust struck his nostrils.
It was empty and dark in here, though his necrotic vision had no issues making out the crevices and corners of the building. A sofa carried two corpses cradled together against the chills, while a portion of rotten food laid on a ceramic plate next to them. Whatever its contents had once been, it was now mostly dirt and mold.
“You are chasing ghosts in the dark, mister Khzar.”
The shrill voice hit him far worse than the winter blizzards ever could. He felt a quiver down his spine, as he turned around to look for the source of the voice.
“Have you ever considered what these creatures are? Or what about their origins? No, you just heed every little word of that raven perched on your skull. That's it, mister Khzar?”
“Don’t listen to him.” The ghastly voice of Sarak spoke out into Kasus mind.
“Afraid I am more concerned ‘bout the consequences of leavin’ your ilk 't run rampant in my world.” The hunter pulled his rifle from the sling around his back. The bayonet trained towards the voice, which echoed from the opening from which he had just stepped inside. “At ease, I am not here to fight you, mister Khzar. Just to tell you that death is not as permanent as your friend might suggest. Consider this, the Eldûnn return for each time they are struck down. Now, their powers can be cleaved from their souls. Utilized to your behest…”
“Do not let his vile lies break your focus, my friend. This one is deadly, beyond anything you have faced before.” Sarak’s voice echoed again, as Kasus fired a cartridge straight into the wall, blowing a chunk out of it as he pulled the pin and chambered a new round. “Shouldn’t run your mouth so frivolously, void pawn.”
“Pawn. My, my.” The voice of Draghânir mocked. “Consider all those that have died. Families torn asunder. Provinces crumbled to dust. Your entire empire shattered to mere remnants. Assailed from the unknown.”
The voice of Sarak tried to protest, though the voice of the entity cut through. For a mere moment, Kasus was silenced from the guiding light in his mind.
“Though what was the empire to you? You were nothing but a slave, a revolutionary for a feeble race bred into servitude. What compassion could you possibly have for the dead. No, you find glee in seeing the terror in their eyes. Frozen into icy art that could last an eternity. Why do you even fight to save this world?”
Slowly, Kasus lowered his rifle. A deep sigh left the man as he stared ahead into twilight. “One more word… I’ll rip that tongue clean out your throat. Then tie you a bloody noose with it.”
There was silence. Only biting emptiness, until Sarak’s voice once more returned. “Do not lose heart. Our work is far from done.”