Morgos-Teph, Hierophant of Endless Night

“As sky bleeds hues foreign to earthly man, from the grand silhouetted spires of a distant, dead metropolis, he emerges—sentinel of the void, his very existence an affront to the life-giving sun. He glides forward effortlessly, as if carried by the legion of whispered voices emanating from the parasitic citizens of this ancient and once great city, incessantly repeating the accursed phrase of nocturnal dread which also serves as the fiend’s moniker: MORGOS-TEPH, Hierophant of Endless Night!”