Tartarus Locust (Male)

Covered in the Goetic icons of the Princes that it has served that have risen & fallen over its long career; it stalks out from the pits beneath Hell to once more answer the clarion call to harry Creation.

The Song of Creation no longer echoes in its mind, its tongue can no longer make the sounds, covered too long in the blood & bile of mortal souls. Once beautiful body warped by dark desires & animalistic fury, it has become an ugly parody of itself.

Now all it can do is fill the void within itself where its soul once resided with the flesh of men & women, believers & heretics alike.

& still the petty Princes of Hell tack their icons to its body as if they own it, when its ruled only by its own hunger...