Ehrzûl - Abyssal Lord

Biography of Occult Entity

Physicality

While this entity manifests in an average enough shape, their true form is far more daunting. Limbs outstretched by pistons, cogs and links form a floating creature with four scythe-like arms attached to an open ribcage exposing a metallic heart of clockwork, that barely takes a dent from the bullet.
The cloth covering the creature's face opens up to a terrible maw filled with steel razor teeth and rotted flesh. The two flame glowing eyes dwarfed by the third one carved into the middle of the creature's withered forehead. Capable of firing blasts of energy from it.
Ehrzûl even has wires and cords running down their spine. Slots supposed to connect with some sort of eldritch machina. Proving that their creation was little else than a means to someone else's ends.

Personality

Ehrzûl is a calculative being. One which is not devoid of empathy and understanding, though directly driven by a streak of vengeance that is feared to one day break their iron will.
It is hard to define them by any peculiar persona due to this fact. Making them an oddity which seems to be as capable of change as any mortal being.

Aspiration

The aspirations of this entity is to tear down their own cult. Apparently, this creature has somehow both been transformed into an abyssal lord while still holding onto their free will.
The worshippers of Ehrzûl have made it clear that, against the will of their deity, they are seeking to capture the abyssal lord and turn him into a great weapon to unleash on this world.

Capture

When it came to hunting Ehrzûl, it wasn’t the hunter that tracked the entity but the other way around.
Kasus Khzar was directly approached by the entity who challenged him to a duel. While the creature remained steadfast and was never neutralized, they agreed to follow along willingly for the capture.
Apparently the entity had attempted to kill itself several times over, to no avail, to prevent themselves from eventually suffering a defeat.
It was agreed that the dwarves would help make a sealed crypt deep beneath their terrace, where a stone coffin sealed by five elemental runes and a whole army of golems would keep them in a deathlike slumber for eternity.

Archives

Subject: M8MM7 - Ehrzûl
Threat level: Medium
Manifestation: This entity manifests far less gruesome than what it physically looks. It takes the shape of what could be seen as an ordinary man from a distance. On closer inspection, the creature seems to be more of a withered corpse held together by an array of fabric bound together with steel thread.
Powers: The creature seems to harness the power of necromancy and undeath, though stands in direct opposition to Azrael’s court.
Ehrzûl is capable of directly cleaving souls from the body and either harnesses the energies to empower themselves or fuels an embalmed vessel with a soul, bringing them back from the dead. These undead also possess free will, unlike dead raised by actual necromancy.
Dangers: Unlike what their threat level would suggest, Ehrzûl shows incredible prowess in combat. Being capable of higher than average thought, agility, strength and focus.
While they are almost invulnerable to physical damage, they also utilize shadows accompanied by both sickle and gun to take down foes. The entity even proves understanding of weaponizing vehicles and machinery, which still is nothing compared to its true form.
Weaknesses: So far, this entity has no known weaknesses at all and it is not recommended to hunt the target without a professional squad with artillery backup. Ehrzûl has shown signs of cognitive intelligence though and can be reasoned with to stand down, if one were to solve their riddle. A challenge that demands of both mind and body.
Added scripture:
So, it would seem that the divine light is a power that arrived after rather than before the lords of death and eldritch walked our world, how peculiar. No, Ehrzûl is not without weaknesses and proves to be effectively weakened to little more than an incredibly experienced mortal warrior, if blasted with holy blessings.

-Omar Azur

Writing by Tonarus
Art AI generated with Midjourney

Runic Memoire from the Fight

The gray grains of sand blew around them like veiling clouds. The wind was frozen, eerie silent and still as a pale moon stared at the two below.
Kasus clenched the handle of his cane, watching how this creature walked up before him. By all means it looked humanoid, though too thin to be scarnic, with longer arms and head. The creature was awfully familiar to the repressed memories that caused a hot pain to rattle his skull.
“So, you are the hunter. Have you come to gloat at my misery? Or are you just another fool who thinks themselves capable of ensnaring the great and mystical Ehrzûl?” The creature scoffed, electric yet red eyes gazing into his empty soul.
“Didn’t come for evening tea. Here to ensure your taint remains deep underneath the icy dunes. "You hear me, eh?” Khzar twisted the handle of his cane, as he stepped to the side. Eyeing his prey like a hungry wolf. Yet the entity stood still, showing no intentions of seeking a fight.
“Realized yet that I can’t die? Already tried, but this shape.” Ehrzûl let out a horrid cackle, which Kzhar figured was the closest to a laugh he could muster. “I return, time by time again to this maddening limbo. Then, I am challenged by a mortal of all people. A race so weak it couldn’t even stand on its own knees without whip and chain? Fine, be my guest. What is another corpse in this wasteland?
Like the flash of thunder, Ehrzûl had pulled out a makeshift matchlock and cleaver shaped weapon. The spread of bullets soared towards the man, as time slowed down. He moved like the breeze, passing through the lead whilst pulling blade from sheathe.
The tip slid across the face of the entity, barely denting the metal threads, as Kasus passed by the side. Pure divine reflexes allowing him to duck beneath the soaring sickle as a vicious flurry of sparks and steel against steel grew into a heated intense dance.
For all his might, Ehrzûl was swiftly losing ground. Khzar showed no mercy as his blade and the metal hollow of the cane flourished across the sickle and cleaver. Parrying them away as an opening showed itself. A split second passed as he launched a brutal kick to the bastard's chest. He toppled backwards, as the necrotic madman leaped around with a somersault roundhouse blasted to the creature's head.
He fell to the ground with another hoarse cackle, as Khzar threw his cane aside and pulled out his firearm.
“I must be mad, to put my hopes on a slave race. No, it must be this madness all around us. You will die here, apeling. "Now."
“Got more tricks up the sleeve than that, Grand Duke…” Kzhar rose his revolver to the knees of the fucker, though nothing could have prepared him for what happened next. Twisting limbs, whirling cogs, a horrible shriek of pain. Dry flesh splitting open to reveal the horrors of eld carved into what was once a famous lordling.
Two of the blades beneath the entity's arms penetrated Kasus clean through the chest. Black blood seeping out from the wound, only to reroute the flow back into his body kept him focused even when clenching his teeth. He caught the third eye lighting up. Wide open as he stuck in the muzzle of his semi-automatic. Emptying three swift rounds into the skull of the horror, resulting in an explosion of energy that sent him flying off the hook and into the sands.
With clenched fists, Khzar pulled himself together and rose to a hunched over position, while Ehrzûl held himself up by the palms on the other side.
They both rose again, as the entity gasped out for mercy. “Whoever you are, at least you’ve shown me there is still hope. Fine, I will do whatever I must to avoid this fate.”