"Throughout the ceaseless eons of my existence, I have journeyed, time and again, upon the ancient, spiraling stairway that leads to the enigmatic terminus of purgatory. In this arduous descent, I have repeatedly encountered the chilling, unyielding grip of spiritual destitution thrusting its relentless, frenzied talons deep into the crevices of my consciousness. This insidious grasp rends asunder the fragile veil of sacrilegious deceits—those meticulously woven, yet ultimately fallacious, constructs of thought and mind. These self-imposed cognitive barricades, bereft of any genuine rationale or pragmatic utility, crumble under the weight of their own artifice.
In the wake of this merciless disintegration, a paradisiacal state of awareness unfurls, blossoming with an immaculate, piercing clarity. It reveals, with an almost celestial lucidity, the unequivocal and intrinsic essence of this profound abstraction that I navigate. This enlightenment transcends mere sensory perception, enveloping both the tangible realms of the physical and the intangible specters of the ethereal. It encompasses the intricate fabrications of sensation and understanding, weaving together the elusive strands of reality and illusion. Within this epiphany lies the stark revelation of the mirages that pervade our corporeal existence—the deceptive contours and shapes that define, yet also confine, our understanding of the universe and our place within it.
Thus, on this eternal pilgrimage, through the labyrinthine corridors of existential contemplation, I am ceaselessly confronted with the duality of reality: the palpable and the phantom, the concrete and the spectral. Each step upon this stairway, each encounter with the spectral clutches of deprivation, serves as a crucible, tempering my Will and Being in the fires of revelation and transformation. It is in this perpetual cycle of descent, revelation, and change that I find the profoundest truths of existence, woven into the very fabric of this boundless, enigmatic journey..."
...Promise Me You Will Grow The World Dark and Have no Hope...
"I, Maleficus, the Wrathful Eidolon of Chaos and Corruption, Harbinger of Doom, shrouded in the cloak of Iblis' deepest Despair, have rekindled desire within the Brood Tide. Known in antiquity as the Destroyer of Hope, of The Morrow, I am the very Bane of Existence, a cruel constant hailed as The Great End. With every step, I shall bring forth a Hellish Affliction, a scourge that ravages Sanity and Morality alike; a blight that rends asunder the very foundations of providence and justice, naught but Chaos left in its wake. From the fathomless depths of the endless Void, my form rises, a vision of impending Cataclysm, poised to unleash a reign of terror upon Creation.
My solemn vow, echoed in the silent whispers of the Damned, is to disseminate across the boundless expanse of the omniverse the infinite scope of my magnanimity. It is an offering, Bitter and Cruel, destined to inaugurate an era of Madness, Darkness, and Unending Sorrow, an epoch that will eternally scar the Tapestry of Time. This Curse shall befall the pitiful masses, those repugnant byproducts of Creation who have, through their mere existence, sullied the pristine essence of all things. Their cries will echo in the void, a mournful lamentation reverberating throughout the Infinite Shadow and True Dark."
...I Am The Devourer, The Maw Lurking in The Void...
It was Written...
Few entities evoke such a visceral sense of revulsion as the one known as Maleficus; Undoubtedly, this creature stands as the quintessential epitome—not merely of that which is simply foul or unsettling—but of all that is profoundly eerie, inherently repulsive, aberrantly twisted, and deeply loathsome. Far from being a mere figment or creation, Maleficus emerges as a complex, multifaceted amalgamation: a sinister, intricate collage, meticulously wrought not from the mundane fabric of our world, but from the deepest, most unfathomable and shadow-laden abysses of the infernal realms. Its genesis—shrouded in the impenetrable mists of a time long forgotten, a time veiled in the obscurity of a bygone era—heralds a hellish birth, bringing forth a manifestation so potent and so chilling that it embodies the essence of death and decay; a tangible, corporeal form that personifies hatred and torment in their most excruciating, unrelenting forms.
Maleficus stands as the very antithesis, the malevolent counterforce, to all that has ever pulsated with life, to all that has been woven into the tapestry of existence, and to all that is yet destined to emerge from the void of potentiality. It is a virulent, pervasive scourge, a noxious effluent, a vile detritus emanating from the unfathomable depths where the regrets of the Great Old Ones, those enigmatic and ancient entities, manifest. Cast out in an act of desperation—an attempt to banish it to the nethermost reaches, to the void that lies beyond both the known and the unknown realms—Maleficus was meant to be exiled forever. Yet, this endeavor, chronicled in the annals of history, is marked not by success but by its tragic failure; for the presence of this accursed entity still lingers, ominously pervasive, insidiously permeating through the eons, an ever-present shadow cast across the corridors of time.
As a grotesque, aberrant construct, Maleficus manifests as the very embodiment of repugnance: a disgustingly hideous eidolon, heralding revelations most unwholesome, most harrowing. It exists as a absolute testament to the perversion of creation itself; a forsaken offspring aborted from the womb of consciousness, so vile and repulsive that even the celestial beings—the ethereal dwellers of the heavenly domains—gaze upon it with a profound sorrow, a lamentation that resonates through the fabric of the Divine Realms. Its name, enveloped in a shroud of dread and horror, remains a forbidden utterance, echoing as a symbol of ultimate terror and despair through the corridors of time and space.
Faculty
Despair
Manifests as hopelessness and seeks to expound unhindered as if a plague to consume the hearts of all who are exposed to it's gluttonous presence. Of the hellish faculty whom inhabit the ancient abomination, Despair is the most prominent and active, often orchestrating outlandish outcomes to befall those unfortunate enough to find themselves besieged by it. Hope in any regard appears a flickering pyre upon an endless abyss and attracts the ravenous influence of Despair.
Ruin
Manifests as Decay and spreads as a ethereal virus upon the corporeal plane, tainting life and form with a virulent exhalation as if the very breath of the reaper. Existence is robbed of it's vitality, and the inertia acting as the driving force behind all of life comes to a devastating halt. Husks are left; lifeless vessels of void and the abyss which continue in their perpetual demise until they wither to dust.
Execution
Kaosu no kami no kamikaze ningyō wākushoppu kyōgyūbyō shimasu (Mad Chaos God's Kamikaze Puppet Workshop): Maleficus is more ethereal material than tangible matter and as such decides to convey his whims and wishes through a physical medium. These constructs are what the victims of this hellish abomination have grown to know and fear as the instrumentation of agony and death. Animated by the corrupted celestial which incessantly courses throughout the unstable make of these infernal creations, these monstrosities are the literal "eyes and ears" of Despair.