Byatis, the God of Forgetfulness

Few remember him, which is apt. For Byatis is the God of Forgetfulness. Those who are caught in his cyclopean gaze forget all, their mind turning to an all-consuming void that rips every memory out like weeds off a fertile garden. Those who foolishly turn to face the abominable entity and lock their gaze to the abyssal eye are lost forever, guided by the voices that pluck at their souls to turn steps towards the maw of the great old one, becoming the source of his imperishable vitality. It bears great spite towards humanity and once free of his imprisonment it might be the first bringer of desolation to the frail cities of men. For one daring, bold and impossibly shortsighted warlock of yore managed via great enchantments and potent sacrifices to bind the beasts of many names to his bidding, forcing Byatis to enhance his arcane potency, grant vision and eradicate the minds of his opposition. But in its enslavement, Byatis grew stronger, fed the mortal flesh and minds of countless sacrifices, until it regained its full powers, easily braking the tethers of the ancient rites to consume its jailor. Now, trapped under the castle, too bloated with energies to move, it rests in a stupor, digesting the monstrous magic that bound it in the first place. Once done, it might wake once more in the future unknown, to rip the hills that lay upon it now and burst from the very ground like szejtan of old, casting its baleful gaze upon the world ripe for the harvest of souls and minds.