Basically, and it’s pretty embarrassing, my entire ab region is taken up with something I like to call the mad god Zethonos.
He’s got tusks and a tricorner mouth with teeth like glass shards and glowing orange eyes. You know, that old chestnut.
Demands the blood of virgins and the hearts of babies. It’s all very stereotypical, really. Pedestrian for demons of that caliber.
It also really likes movies with Kris Kristofferson. Doesn’t like his music though, which seems like a natural one-two punch.