This debased great old one is a god of perversiobs and depravities unbound. Not just feeble human desires but that of any sapient creature across the cosmos. Locked in a strange maze with a wall of bricks at its end, he rested in slumber, and when stirred into reality, servants of vaguely human shapes in tattered robes attends to his needs. His true form is forbidden, but he oft uses a grotesque simulacra of an obese, massive man with no head and with lamprey mouths in both palms. Saying his name aloud is a risk of summoning him, as such summons are seemingly the only way fir the twisted deity to roam out of its walled cell. Smart, devious and unusually keen on contacts with mortals, he is a truly terrible master to serve, with whims of luxuriant tortures and moods for wholesome slaughter.