The God Lords Of The Infernatus Pit
"Thus the achiever, the Pit's scourge, bows before a master of the supreme. Lord Emperor, your will is our own, but your will is that of the Infernatus. Hail to our Lord Emperor, the Immortal... Worship to our Gods, The Infernatus, he is beyond Immortality... The Cosmic Eater, the Great Swallow shall be his Crimson feast, to whom which all his children shall dine upon. His children of the Pit shall lay their fathers plate, and with it, this Dimension shall become conjoined to the Layers of Infernatus!"
THE TEN CHILDREN OF INFERNATUS
:LORD HAEFARUS - THE GATEKEEPER, LORD OF THE FIRST LAYER, CREATOR OF THE ABOMINABLE:
Lord Haefarus, the youngest son, the experimental, the beast. This Lord guards the gates to the rest of Infernatus, ruling over the dimension of the acidic aquatic; using its endless sludge lakes to fuel his creations of forsaken terrors. To the rest of his brothers and sisters, he is a disgusted disgrace, as with his abominable creations. He bares tendrils that form his bearded face, endless and terrible. The remainder resembles near to humanoid with the exception of his slime filled charcoal and acid spewing embodiment. Said to be the only Lord to set foot out of the gates of Infernatus post-Crimson Scar.
The towering God stands to our average traveller of over 5000 meters tall, weighing close to the average of a mountain; spanning a fantastic terror to those unfortunate enough to become entrapped among his lair. He wields physical strength said to match his brother Polnus, whilst holding his favoured ability to teleport through gruesomely formed wormholes crafted from his guts sludge, should it not be used as his acidic bombardment during contest. Lest we forget he is the sculptor of the abominable, and thus forges his infinite creations to slave his fights for him, or to whether down for easy and overwhelmed prey. The blackened smoked wings of this demon shadowing rotting worlds imprisoned within his dimension. Lord Haefarus lies in wait for his door to be opened once more. Tormented by his elder siblings, he gathers his grotesque Legion's ready to march for the Great Swallow, ambitious to prove his blood to Father.
:LORD LIRIDOM - THE WAILING, LORD OF THE SECOND LAYER, THE GREAT ROT, THE PARTED:
Our deafening God Lord, assimilating the timbers of those that her Father has swallowed. Dimensions of fauna and flora find their carcass' left here to rot and tear the lands in a timeless quake. One can never stand for too long before you find the ground raised beyond one of its mountains. Do not be fooled by the lands of quiet. While mutated fauna corrupted by the Pits demonic mentality map the ever growing, ever rotting destructive plains. Within the quiet zones are the armies of Liridom, her highest General and most feared among her Captains of the second Layer, Straveas. But these ranks are not here to guard her highness, but to prevent an intruder's ignorance from unearthing her. A mislead interloper would find her arisen state to be an eternal torture that death could not escape.
Known as The Wailing by her minions, this God Lord defied her Father, attempting to ensue the Great Swallow herself, believing her blood was enough to wield the power of her Cosmic betters. Once a most favoured daughter was punished with a terror so beyond our mortal comprehension, Liridom may never silence her wailing cries of tormented consequence bestowed by Father. Should the silence of the quiet lands be broken, thus shall rise Liridom and so the entire Dimension shall set ablaze, scorching all its forests and all its fauna. Captain Straveas guards the way through her eternal fear of her raised master.
:LORD ETHERESK - THE TORMENTOR, LORD OF THE THIRD LAYER, THE YOUNGER OF JANNIK'MUN, THE GOD RAVAGER:
Enter Etheresk, the tormentor, the prison keeper and ruler of the shackle. No blade may confront hers; no army shall bare enough men to challenge her. For over a thousand Legion’s may descend upon her and all shall taste the bitter bite of her sword. Encased within her armour by Father, her physical form was found to wither away, leaving nothing but the husk of a vengeful God to inhabit the armour forged by the Infernatus himself. Relics orbit her cranium, one for each of her torments; may you not be sent to her realm, for should you not be lost among the labyrinth of her dimension, you shall face the God Lord of the Third Layer and her infinite prison of torment. The Infernatus recognised Etheresk’s aptitude for battle. His daughters will to command Legion’s of the living and the dead into complete domination over what may sate her fancy. He only thought that it be fairing to her opposition that she be banished to a lair of eternal caves, no light, nor space above. A pyramid of shackles, of abyssal caverns, riddled with demons and armies of the night. Etheresk is the younger of her elder brother, Jannik’Mun; where she may reside with the front being her blade, and her back as the command; Jannik’Mun rules over all of war, and thus sits upon the higher throne. To fuel this frustration to her Father, common are the wars between her and Haefarus, taking their Legion’s to battle against.
Living up to her name, not only is Haefarus the only subject to her tantrums. On occasion, she toys with the fears of Captain Straveas, raising her younger sister, and watching as Captain Straveas’ master sets her dimension ablaze, her cries to drown out all the screams of her ashen minions. Lord Etheresk is certainly the most mischievous of the children; aiming her torturous games over the ordered will of her Father. Some say it is the impatience of no contender; she is a commander of her dark Legion’s, but not a creator, for their true calling is to her older Brother of the Fourth Layer.
:LORD JANNIK'MUN - LORD KING, LORD OF THE FOURTH LAYER, THE ELDER, THE GOD OF WAR:
Our God Lord of War, Jannik’Mun rules the most chaotic instance of the Pit. Crafting Legion’s upon Legion’s he puts them to battle, each new army supposedly more superior than the last. It is said that billions upon billions of Legions lay extinct through the process of evolution of his creations. He sits upon his molten throne, viewing his toys fight and clash against one another, only to allow them to name him their immortalised King. No one knows of what his realm originally took the appearance of, twisted through the fires of war. To those that do not fight and beg off his Lordship for the strength to overcome the new; they find themselves banished to his younger’s domain, to be forever imprisoned in a state of eternal torment for their cowardice. Only the truly barbaric have a place among his realm, and it is expected that none of mortal heritage would survive past this warring layer. Seated, Jannik’Mun wears pieces of armour that does not match with each of his attire. Mixed between, his most notable piece is the spiked shield of a crown rested atop his head. A giant of a being; he stands over a thousand feet tall, towering down over his battlegrounds, unlike his younger, waiting patiently for the Great Swallow so that he may appease his Father with the grandest of Legions.
:LORD INDOMICAN - HELL, LORD OF THE FIFTH LAYER, LORD LEGION OF THE DEMONIC, DEMON OF THE EPICENTRE:
Lord of the Fifth Layer, and binder of the Pit, more commonly named as the Demon of the Epicentre. Lord Indomican is the first instance of what believers see as Hell. He spreads his influence across all of the Layers of Infernatus, his Demon horde overpopulating the Pit, they pour from the Epicentre, yet none would dare venture beyond the Seventh Layer. Taking on the physical form of what many depict as the Devil, he rules the most unrelenting realm of chaos. Whilst not as cosy as the Third Layer, charcoal rock layer the skies, and rise from underneath the infinite lava lakes that birth his demonic Legions of a wide variety. Lord Demons from the slave races to the high Lords that lay this God Lords red carpet for his chained whips and inferno trident. He made but one appearance to the mortal species of the Euclid populace. Through the Crimson Tear, one ventured. Breaking the barrier of the First Layer, they were tempted by Haefarus, lured into his domain. They fought Haefarus’ abominations and resisted the efforts at rendering his mind to the sludge composition of Haefarus’ lakes.
For when Haefarus made his presence known to the mortal, Lord Indomican appeared; gifted with the ability to resize himself to match his opponents, he took on the mountainous size of Lord Haefarus, battling him through the dark storms of the First Layer. Without his Legion’s he easily fended off Lord Haefarus, and his abominable monstrosities. By order of Father, for allowing a mortal to enter their realm before time dictated so. Lord Indomican had been sent to remind Lord Haefarus of his failure as Gatekeeper, and a reminder to his inferior being among his siblings. The mortal however, would earn the unusual favour of Lord Indomican, or rather, be fortunate enough to arrive at a time of opportunity. Overcome with a need to spread his influence wherever he goes, he had claimed all of the Infernatus Pit that he’d dare; now gifting this mortal with the immortality he honours with his newborn demonic. A gift of immortality and bestowing the mortal with a name to ordain his new Legion to come. Arise Indominus of the Infernal, serve as Lord Indomican’s hand, appease him and prepare your own for the Great Swallow, and in turn they shall be gifted with the rebirth of his immortal Legion’s for a seat within the Fifth Layer, for all eternity, we, are Legion!
:LORD VAROTHEOS - LORD DEVOURER, LORD OF THE SIXTH LAYER, CREATION EATER, GOD OF THE BRUTE, TEAR OF THE CRIMSON SCAR:
As the Layers become more and more twisted, tearing away from what we understand as our reality, so is it, with the God Lords. As many of Varotheos’ Demon’s clash with Indomican’s, they fare in suitably equal battle; only the more supreme and higher lords of the sixth layer maintain their ultimate supremacy over the demon horde of Indomican. With only rogue planetoids of rock to lay any form of walkable terrain; the remainder is filled with Scar’s, red in colour, and through the gashes would you find Varotheo’s own pocket Dimensions. It is said that these used to be the older and smaller realities that the Infernatus had previously swallowed, of no value and gifted to Varotheo’s to sate his insatiable hunger for Cosmic entities. Named and responsible for the Crimson Scar of the Euclid; the Infernatus uses his son’s brute and gluttony to open up his pathways into new Universe’s, his bite so destructive that it causes tears in Time Space, leaving wormholes to different Dimensions; thus our Crimson Scar. Twice the size of Haefarus, he roars without voice for all eternal, gliding through his endless red void, merely a distant shadow to his minions clashing below, feeling but only the Universal quakes of his mouth ripping new tears into his Layer.
:LORD POLNUS - LORD ENDER, LORD OF THE SEVENTH LAYER, TWIN OF BANE, GALACTIC DISRUPTOR:
As one of the Twin’s of Bane, this God Lord of the Seventh layer holds a great influence over his younger siblings. Polnus and Cranus, of the Eighth Layer, work in unusual unity. Their minions mix with Varotheos’ and Indomican’s, clashing in eternal war all while Polnus stands to review and prepare for his part during the Great Swallow. Lord Polnus, known as the Ender, and Galactic disruptor holds a huge part with the Great Swallow, for both Twin’s take grasp of each half of the Dimension they enter, Polnus, the Ender, strips whatever is left of the already ridden Cosmos from his younger siblings, ridding it of any and all of its old inhabitants, returning to Infernatus to distribute each part of it to each of the Layers present; like how Liridom receives the organic residue left over from the previous Dimensions. His original size is unknown, but holds a similar ability to Indomican, except he may change his appearance in scale at will, often matching the brother or sister he visits. Alas, it is not often that Lord Polnus should venture beyond the Fifth Layer until the Great Swallow, residing in review over what Dimension Father demands to be next upon his appetite.
:LORD CRANUS - LORD SOUL, LORD OF THE EIGHTH LAYER, TWIN OF BANE, GOD OF APOCALYPSE:
Lord of The Apocalypse; while Polnus ends the Cosmos, the name could be misleading. Alas, should you gaze your eyes upon Cranus, know that the Apocalypse has come, and Cranus is here to merge your end with Infernatus. Lord Cranus is the other half of the Twin’s Of Bane. Grasping the other half of the Dimension he and his twin enter, Lord Polnus brings about the ending Inferno and Cranus grips over the cover that merges Infernatus into their new realm. Resembling his twin, again his size is unknown, however his travel is limited to his own Layer. His grip holds such power that even entering any of the other Layers below him, their reality shall be torn and create a paradox of creation, tearing Infernatus into Infernatus. Thus his confinement to the Eighth Layer.
:LORD TETHER - LORD NIGHTMARE, LORD OF THE NINTH LAYER, THE WHISPERER, THE TETHER, THE DREAM TERROR, LORD OF THE UNKNOWN:
Thus ends the demonic plains and the first of Lord Infernatus' children, his purest blood entering the realms of reality. By understanding, they exist and do not, imagination and reality combined for the dimensions of madness, realms that not even the immortal dare traverse. For dwelling within the first of these Cosmic chasms lives Lord Tether, The Tether as known. The illusion of a dream, of a nightmare, we have safe passage knowing that when we wake our fears are locked into the subconscious; alas, the Tether defies this reality. The plain of the Ninth Layer does not exist as much as it does. The eternal state of limbo, of a dream world is where you enter, a nightmare. Feeding off from your imagination, creating a dimension of insecurity and anxiety, the Tether delicately ties your new destinies within its lands, snapping those it wishes at will. It is rare to take physical form, lest but only scripts drawn from ventures of the natives to Infernatus are all that remain of its being. Few return who visit the Ninth Layer, so much so that the younger siblings even hold an acute fear of gracing their elder relations with a presence.
Visitor of all, the Tether knows the unknown, scourging its plains with keen feast upon the images of the subconscious, feeding its night terrors into reality. A Layer of false delusion, its populace is unknown, whether real or not, all shall come to ruin your glorified will. The Tether crushes the remnants of consciousness that remains in the swallowed dimensions. The aftermath of the Great Swallow shall be subject to the Tether. May its nightmare realm forever be unspoken, and pray that no mortal should ever lure the trap of the Tether's gaze.
:LORD PSYCLODIUM - LORD COSMIC, LORD OF THE TENTH LAYER, THE ELDER SON, THE GATE TO INFERNATUS, THE MIND SPLITTER, THE GOD OF MIND, THE GOD OF SPACE TIME:
Should Hell not deem enough pain for the truly defiant. Lord Psyclodium shall warp their minds to levels of maddening pain. Psyclodium has a physical form, yet none who enter this Layer shall ever see. The first Son, or as said in scripture, The Elder Son; spans a size of their entire Dimension. Entering via a form of worm hole from the Ninth, Lord Cosmic founded their title through assimilating to their own dimension. The only being gifted by Father to commit to their own Great Swallow, The Infernatus made their Son into the dimensional gateway to Infernatus. A being within themselves, they were eternally gazing, trapped in a constant state of birth till The Infernatus granted them their own Great Swallow, thus adding a Dimension around themselves to give Psyclodium some form of physical existence beyond Cosmic. In turn, the Lord Cosmic runs the highest Pit, the most dreadful of the Layers and can exist and enter any of the Layers of Infernatus in anytime that they wish, seeing its birth for infinity as well as its end.
As the Tenth Layer remains forbiddingly sealed through The Tether, Lord Cosmic now floats with an endless gape as the gate to Infernatus expands with the coming of the Great Swallow. Creating in his waited stead, new beings of power equal to their siblings, Gods and Idols, crafted for entertainment, Demon Gods, Gods of Man, Gods of Impossible comprehension. Fear the Lord Cosmic, for Psyclodium is final, Psyclodium is fact set to exist for before and after time, in between the cracks of reality Psyclodium shall thrive, his God minions forever crushing under the ill-acceptance of their existence, fear his cry, fear his echo for eternity ends with this God Lord.
L O R D I N F E R N A T U S
EXISTENCE, GOD, LORD OF INFERNATUS, CRIMSON BATHER, GOD LORD OF DARKNESS, DEFEATER OF REALMS, COSMIC EATER, THE GREAT SWALLOW, LORD IMPOSSIBLE, THE FATHER, GOD OF ETERNAL, GOD OF RAW
"And thus in but a palm he holds the Pit, within a hand he contains his Son's and the irresistible urge to feast upon his ten realms of Cosmic creation. For they serve his greater want, a will to consume all Cosmic entities and upon it, expand his own Infernatus Hell, awarding his Children with the power of Terror & Agony, they lead his infinite forces all under the laxed gaze of his blackened palms shadowing the horror Dimensions. Welcome, Lord Infernatus."
Bathe within the lakes of Infernatus, and only through beyond after time shall we envisage the realm of Void, our Lord...
Written by the Lord Emperor, Indominus Infernal.
God Lord Infernatus - By Shane Cook