Orzathoth

When the demons invoke the universe, there are few things they invoke for. Orzathoth, spirit of travel is one such being.

Formed before even Hsith, the idea of a spirit so fast that it parts the iron winds with its movements. While not royalty within the lands of Infernus, this spirit is crowned with flames, with wings of sharded iron their body glowing molten hot as it streaks the sky - one of the few moments those of keen of sight can see the space beyond the churning atmosphere of the demon lands.

The chained legend.

Strength through chains is no strength at all

There is a myth with the spirit of travel, that in the time between Hsith and the exile of Xylos, there was another power that the heirs sought to strike down. An idol of the wild and reckless release that is possible through resistance, the Demonarchy saw the spirit and decided that too many called upon its name and thought to itself No. Now the demons have always known the connection between concept and manifestation, and the demonarchy is the distillation of all that knowledge tempered by a need for control - and so a spirit was called to a place, and chains were pierced through those sharded wings, and the spirit was pulled to the ground and caged.

And for awhile Orzathoth was held, and the gates were quiet, and the realms looked away from Infernus and none fell through - and none were sent away. Even evoking the name Orzathoth caused the realm to tremble in earthquake as the spirit used each moment of chant and litany to strain and struggle - the from mountain to crag straining under the spirit's might.