Heldegor

Strong, mischievous, passionate, bold, controversial, confident.

Even as Veritis, the Deity demanded that his followers sacrifice only fruit. Veritis refused to accept human sacrifices, or even blood. But a curse struck him for his irresponsibility; he abandoned his planet, left worlds unguarded and unprotected, and allowed chaos to sow and spread. Now he is Heldegor, and this is a different deity, called "bloody," for he no longer asks for fruit, but for a human, living or dead, or simply for blood, fresh and hot. Sometimes the time for payment comes, and followers must give their deity a little of their blood. This is why Heldegor previously sucked the blood of his people, his powers growing stronger with every drop. But unlike vampires, he doesn't attack everyone he meets; he requires only the blood of his people, those connected to him. Sometimes a thirst awakens within him, and he doesn't understand how this can happen or why, how can he sense it? and yet, there is no choice and never will be.

Heldegor was once the god of pleasure, and his name was Veritis. He differed from Heldegor in appearance in that he was white with blue eyes. But because of his safety, when he abandoned his people for his own adventures, he inflicted suffering on them. Darkness stricken them, as it did Veritis himself, punishing him for his irresponsibility. Now he is Heldegor, the god of suffering.

Heldegor, like a true deity, can appear and disappear freely, assuming material or immaterial form at will. When he becomes invisible, he doesn't necessarily leave this world—he simply watches quietly, remaining nearby, like a shadow permeating space itself.

Its presence is felt not as an external chill, but as an icy wave within, as if a subtle frost were coursing through the blood vessels. It's a light, barely perceptible sensation, but impossible to confuse with anything else.

In its material form, it's cool and slightly slippery, as if crafted from a cold, damp density, but its surface leaves no traces and doesn't stick to the skin. It seems not entirely of this world—only temporarily hosting flesh that constantly yearns to slip back into its own wondrous world.

Heldegor, despite his dark and frightening appearance, is a surprisingly mischievous deity of suffering. He loves to tease, playing on the edge of dark humor and unexpected lightness, as if trying to keep the world from drowning in his own seriousness. At the same time, he is incredibly passionate and emotional: he experiences all feelings deeply, sincerely, and openly.

It's difficult to anger him—he understands the nature of pain too well to react to petty insults. But a betrayal of trust or harm to those few who still remember him can awaken true rage in him.

The memory of him has almost vanished, and this makes him especially sensitive and persistent. He clings to those who preserved his place in the world and is willing to do anything to revive his cult. His behavior is a mixture of dark playfulness, anxious tenderness, and fierce devotion to those who believe in him.

Heldegor looked like an ordinary ghost: dark as a bottomless well, black as the dead of night, emaciated, his face filled with melancholy and suffering. He had the appearance of a hideous, gaunt creature, half man and half fish. His human features ended at his waist, and from there began the base of a fish tail, followed by a long, snake-like body. His eyes shone with a turquoise glow, and he was so thin that you could see his black skin clinging to his bones. His hands looked like bones, and his fingers had rather sharp claws instead of nails. He looked like a corpse, his eyes filled with melancholy. He had rather large spikes on his back, and Heldegor himself could manifest a large number of them on his body at will, especially when he gets angry, at which point he lets out such a wild howl that blood can flow from his ears. He also wore a tattered rag wrapped with chains around his waist instead of a regular belt, as if he wanted to look like ordinary people, to wear at least some clothes, and this style suited him. His head resembled a human skull, with short, disheveled black hair. However, his teeth were no longer human, but sharp, like those of a beast, on the upper jaw. He had no lower jaw, only a huge, long tongue protruding from his throat, almost visible, and his lower jaw hung around his neck like a necklace.