Older than the Flood, this ancient fiend has seen the rise and fall of civilization after civilization. Always it lurks, just out of sight and mind of the mortals that serve it and serve as its prey. It weaves plots like a spider weaves webs, ever expanding its influence yet always remaining hidden. Over the ages, it has twisted entire cities into naught but its pawns and feeding grounds. Yet do not think this some feeble puppetmaster. When cornered or (rarely) surprised, it is shielded by layers of arcane wards woven over centuries. And should you manage to draw its ire with your impudence, miserable sack of flesh that you are, be prepared to face the fury of Hell itself. Instinct: To rule the living and the dead

• Suck the blood, life, and free-will from its victims
• Cloud the minds of mortals
• Summon mists or creatures of the night, or transform itself into such
• Move with impossible speed