I am Illyria, God-King of the Primordium, Shaper of Things.I am one of the legendary Old Ones, an original pure demon from the Primordium Age who ruled territory that included modern-day California. I was one of the most feared of all the Old Ones and ruled from my citadel, Vahla ha'nesh, however, I was defeated and murdered by my rivals. When the Old Ones lost their claim over this world, my body was placed in a stone sarcophagus, my powers were drained and placed in jewels embedded on my coffin. My sarcophagus was placed in a mystical graveyard known as the Deeper Well along with the coffins of other Old Ones. A warrior of good and his army were assigned to guard the Deeper Well to prevent anyone from extracting one of the coffins, as the Old Ones are capable of resurrection. In the 20th century, the Keeper of the Deeper Well was Drogyn the Battlebrand.Before falling, I planned my resurrection. I hid my temple in a different time plane, rendering it completely intangible, until I could return to open the gateway and enter it. My army was placed there as well, waiting to be raised once again upon my return. However, sometime in the passing centuries, my army was destroyed, leaving only dust in its place.As preordained I am returned, although my powers are weakened I remain virtually indestructible. I now assist in fighting the forces of The Wolf, Ram and Hart.I possess so much grace--more grace than this bag of sticks could express. When the world met me, it shuddered, groaned; it knelt at my feet. I was power and the ecstasy of Death. I was God to all gods. I walked worlds of smoke and half-truths, intangible; worlds of torment and of unnameable beauty; opaline towers as high as small moons; glaciers that rippled with incensing lust--and one world with nothing but shrimp: I tired of that one quickly. In my time humans were the muck at our feet. We called you "the ooze that eats itself." You were pretty at night. You sparkled and you stank. You still stink of it. I too now reek of humanity. I was once the power and the ecstasy of Death. Your opinion of me weighs less than sunlight, you are all Jealous Plankton envying the ocean that holds you.********************************************************
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