Bashmel

Bashmel is a Greater Daemon of Vomit, once a noble and powerful spellcaster, ascending to daemonhood after witnessing the destruction and filth of Emberot Crisis and finding purpouse in it.
== Ascendance of the Impure One ==
Hann the Sage was the middle son of the house Blumenfeld in central Confederation of Haystan. He studied and mastered form transmutation and life giving necromancy magic at a young age, being one of the brightest geniuses of his generation. Money, power, knowledge, hedonistic pleasures, he craved none of those things. Instead he found his purpouse in altering that which is living, and twisting it. Having lived in luxury, cleanliness, and order, he found captivating beauty and freedom in all that filthy, and so the test subjects touched by his transmutative magic warped into disgusting beasts spreading their oozing muck everywhere they went, polluting the air with foul odor. Not enough, the world is still beautiful, binding him to be the same, to be proper and beautiful too. He couldn't handle it. He left the city of Badenbach despite the ongoing Emberot Crisis, and wandered the roads, until he found a hill from which he could see the surrounding towns. All gone. Not a soul wandering the roads, and that which did wander had no soul. The undead were decaying, tearing apart the carefuly crafted architecture, covering all surfaces with contents of their stomaches and pieces of their bodies. They are free, he thought. Hann began casting transmutation magic most foul, that which will bring his form closer to his repulsive ideal. He reshaped his body into that of a large bird, and then twisted it, only to reshape it again. Over and over, the cycle continued, until his innards couldn't handle it anymore and exploded through his mouth. It's perfect, he thought. He then casted necromantic spells most blasphemous and began powering his half-dead body with endless necromantic energy, all to keep the cycle of twisting his body, vomiting his innards out, and creating new ones. He took flight. Hann the Impure One flew from town to town, covering terrified people in his insides. The disgust only fueled him, sped up the cycle of reshaping his filthy body, and made him bigger. The entire Confederation which bound him by their contrived rules will be covered in queasy green and rotten scoff. This is freedom. This is beauty.
== Quest to Defile ==
Bashmel needed to correct the image of beauty people had in their mind. The luscious, flowing pink hair, the slightly flushed cheeks, and the gentle smile - repulsive. The Fluttering Heart must pay for brainwashing the imperial population with such ideals. The Impure One sought temples dedicated to Arianne, and reshaped them into his image: asymmetrical, twisted, coated in sick. But his taunts and blasphemies did not bring the God of Lesser Love out of hiding. Frustrated Bashmel became ever more brazen, bringing to himself the attention of the Imperial Pantheon.