Ebon

A grotesque, shriveled imp no bigger than a cat, weighing barely 12 lbs, its skin blistered and peeling, covered in pus-filled boils. Its arms are too long, fingers bent like broken sticks, nails crusted with black filth. Wings torn, one barely flaps. Mouth unnaturally wide, filled with needle teeth, constantly drooling acidic spit. Two glassy yellow eyes bulge, one always twitching. Its belly is distended like a starving child’s, but inside its guts is a writhing nest of parasitic worms.

Insufferably chatty, never shuts up, babbles endless nonsense, mocks everyone — including the Emperor — with giggling, high-pitched screeches. It feeds on attention and rage, getting off on irritating nobles, generals, and demons alike. Deeply sadistic in words, but physically pathetic. Feels sexual thrill from cruelty, licking blood or spit from torture victims. Fears silence — if ignored, it panics, clawing at itself until noticed. Desires only two things: attention and causing misery.

Spawned from the 19th hell layer’s filth pits, Mibberik clawed his way up the food chain by attaching himself to the Emperor during the ritual possession 25 years ago in Lothren. Nobles tried to crush or exorcise him repeatedly, but every time, the Emperor protected his “little shadow.” It once gnawed the ear off a diplomat during a meeting; another time, it vomited worms into the wine at a coronation. No one knows why the Emperor keeps him — perhaps a joke, perhaps a reminder of his own demonic spawnlings.