There will be blood....

Birthed forth from the womb of a devil and the seed of a demon, to say that Gargolath was a blasphemy by nature would be akin to saying the sky is blue or that bears shat in the woods.

Drenched in blood, the mass of curling tendrils sliding over one another had no form truly, a corrupted horrible waif of flesh and teeth that nashed roughly at the air, screeching like a bird of prey, a thousand screams of taken virgins could not compare to the whore of the screeching that echoed through the halls when this beast would be born upon one of the primes. Its mass instantly turning upon its mother, ripping at her flesh and breasts, seeking nourishment form its own womb that only quick intervention prevented it from fully devouring its own mother.... It was the largest of its brood and it would prove its dominance quite quickly by eating its too younger brethren that night.....

A demon in spirit yet a cunning devil in mind. A body powered by the endless chaos of the abyss yet a wit that could turn circles about even the most rare of lords. Gargolath was born to end lives and toppel kings. A creature of hatred and war that would spill blood across a thousand planets in search of a way to end his horrible lust for violence and tumultuous ruin that nothing could ever slake. At first nothing more then a mass of tendrils that would destroy anything it could and feed upon anything close, slowly but surely Gargolath learned to shape his powers into a true form, first things four legged but then slowly things that would resemble a man... and then things far worse... with claws and teeth and horns and wings, forms that would terrify anyone that looked upon them with a knowing dread that death had come upon there doorstep.

Gargolaths form currently and the one that he is most fond of would be the large mass of muscle you see in front of yourself. Tendrils of muscle and sinew wind there way under plates of armor and clothing, tight flesh barely hanging on over top, only really serving as a secreted membrane to keep his true form in check and to better hold his shape together that his powerfull tendrils corded into arms could hold weapons. His current favorite being a large axe that he would wield freely upon anyone that got in his way, or for that matter that simply got to close while he was hungry.

His dark red eyes that he inherited from his father burn with an inner rage that never dies out, only growing deeper with every new kill that his hands take. His bat like wings spreading and stretching outwards like the shadow of death upon any that fall in his way. His snake like tail wound around behind him, a scythe like blade behind it that he enjoyed torturing with, his favorite thing usually being impalement as he then drug the dieing form behind himself.

**Important Information**

Gargolath is neither a demon nor a devil, his birth was a thing of legend and horror that wold lead many other devils and demons to despise him yet others to want to claim him for there own endeavors, if he truly needed a classification an abberation would be closest.

Gargolath has no true form, his body composed of writhing masses of fleshy tendrils that look mostly like cords of muscle and each equiped with sharp teeth. He uses these tendrils and shapes them chaoticly at times and at times in order to form the shape that he is in now. At times however he completely disolves into writhing masses of tendrils that wind over one another.

Gargolath Has several magical abilities. Not including the basic ones that most every demon and devil and abberation has, Gargolath has some other special things about himself.

1. Shapeshifting
2. Create Spawn (from torn off parts)
3. Cause Nightmare
4. Aura of Despair
5. Enslave

### if you have any questions about his abilities or other abilities that most fiends have please ask, im tell friendly!!!###