Pentak'Mol

"'Those who stand against me will burn in the fires of my hatred.'"Long, black hair drapes over a giant, hunched figure. A pair of jagged horns protrude from the unkempt mess and curve upward like a twisted crown. Her fiery eyes are madness subdued by a keen intellect, and the glow from behind her monstrous teeth reveal the furnace broiling within her. Her skin recalls a faint memory of bright red which has long since charred and blackened. Black spikes and burning scars mottle her body as if it were bursting at the seams, the flames within begging to be unleashed.

Her frame is thick and muscular, and she sits forward intently upon her throne, one clawed fist inside the other, chin resting where they meet. Her tail drapes carelessly over the front of the seat, and her torn, leathery wings, huge enough to completely conceal her if she chose, instead cover the armrests. Splayed legs end in cloven feet, the ends of which appear to be in the process of hardening into hooves.

Despite her obvious status, her attire does not betray a sense of regality. Filthy rags cover her with little effort above a wild assortment of belts, ropes, and chains decorated with bones and spikes. Even sitting down, she towers over you like a cliffside. If she stood up, you might catch a glimpse of the burning eye embedded in either palm. But then, it would already be too late.

Players who spend relationship points on Pentak'Mol can expect to be either hated or admired by demons and unholy abominations everywhere.