Jubilex

The Faceless Lord

Juiblex is a Demon Prince of Oozes and shapeless things, a being that exemplifies the corruptive nature of the Abyss and that is almost glorious in its unrivaled obscenity. Ridiculed by its peers as "Lord of Nothing", the Faceless Lord is, even to them, a Demon as revoltingly vile in body as it was inscrutably aberrant in mind.
Juiblex's mind is beyond the comprehension of mortals and alien by the standards of demons; conforming to no standards, it acts with unknowable purpose. Contrary to what one might assume of the Father of Slime based on the mindlessness of his spawn, he is an incredibly knowledgeable being of frighteningly vast intellect that moves with caution and subtlety while manipulating his minions with chess master prowess. The eldritch entity also knew the true names of each Obyrith, coupled with an intuitive sense of their goals, and was one of the few beings that understood the true purpose of the Abyss.
Ironically, regarding Juiblex's own goals, he is possibly the easiest of the demon lords to understand purely because his desires are so simple and uncomplicated. Rarely does he need to bother plotting and planning because he is normally content just to continue existing, his only active goal being the corrosion of anything he can reach. The malevolent monstrosity cares little for intrigue and hates practically everything, perhaps enjoying only the act of destruction, and occasionally rumbling with some approximation of amused laughter with his more sadistic moves.
If Juiblex could be said to have a grander, more philosophical mission, then it would be his ordinary goal on a greater scale, to dissolve all living things, flooding all of existence in his pestilent putrescence and leaving his shapeless reflections as the only remaining lifeforms. Relatedly, Juiblex is something of a recluse, rarely leaving his lair and reacting with violent anger at any intrusion. The oozes and slimes he surrounds himself with are the only beings that interested him outside of the context of consumption and corruption, and his viscous subjects quiver with something akin to pleasure when their Faceless Lord is near.

Species

Ooze

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It/Its