Azazel

luxidoptera

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The Eldritch Curiosity
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Gender Male

Species Eldritch (Pearlcatcher)

Element Plague

Primary Obsidian Starmap

Secondary Eldritch Bee

Tertiary Fog Firefly

Eye Type Common

Skin/Accent None

About

To call Azazel an "elder god" would be something of a misnomer. Though he is certainly incredibly, almost unfathomably powerful, and is not of Sornieth, he doesn't demand respect from anyone, nor does he possess some of the abilities that a traditional elder god would- namely, a grand, universal scale to his powers, or the ability to understand languages other than Eldritch. His name doesn't demand fear and respect from dragons- he's an outer being, but he's not exactly a significant one.

Azazel did not arrive in Mountainhome of his own volition. Through a very complicated spell, with months and months of research behind it, and with the help of his mate Sanguis, Xildryss formed a summoning circle and called forth the beings of the outer ring, with the hopes of summoning a monster that would obey his will, to help him wreak Eldritch chaos upon Sornieth. Azazel emerged from the circle a wretched mass of writhing tentacles, slavering teeth and shining claws, and a mass of glaring red eyes atop what could be roughly approximated as his "head"...but he stared upon the two whiskered dragons that looked upon his unknowable form, and he felt quite sheepish. So he changed himself. Tentacles became wings, claws became paws, and his formless being shifted into the shape of a Pearlcatcher.

This was the first in a long line of disappointments for Xildryss.

In truth, Azazel has no clue why he was summoned to this planet. He can't understand a word that Xildryss says to him, and he doesn't really appreciate this lowly dragon trying to boss him around in a language that he doesn't know. He slipped out of Xildryss's corner of Mountainhome into the clan's home at large, and soon wandered into a room and laid his claim there. He now spends most of his time relaxing in that room, attempting to learn the draconic language and occasionally snarling at Xildryss when he arrives to nag him some more. The only dragon who can properly communicate with him is Convexity, and even then, despite her pan-dimensional nature, he admits that her Eldritch is a bit broken. He appreciates the effort, though. At least there's somebody on this weird little planet who he can actually talk to!

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