Zalanoth

## Zalanoth, The Fallen God of Shadows

*Alignment**.*** Chaotic Evil

*Domains**.*** Darkness, Tempest, Shadows

*Divine Rank**.*** Greater Deity

*Pantheon.* Morian

*Created by**.*** Moreya used her own eyes to create Zalanoth

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Currently he takes the form of a monstrously gargantuan sized dragon, a form he has taken kindly to over the millennia spent with his creations in the maddening Realm of Shadows.

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In the early years of the universe, Moreya created Zalanoth using her own eyes. This was some time after she created her children and wanted a true companion.

Moreya had sacrificed her eyes, thus her sight; unlike her children, she wanted him to be her true equal in everything. In the beginning, things had been as she intended. They ruled over all of creation in absolute balance, but as time went on, he found himself growing increasingly jealous of the mortals. The insignificant specks lived mere seconds long lifespans, they even dared to not worship his beloved with grand acts. How could she spend so much time with these unworthy, ungrateful swine?

No more would he have it; Zalanoth started weaving the Shadow realm while Moreya was busy with her pets. If they wouldn’t earn her love, he would end their existence. Within the realm, he worked tirelessly creating twisted monsters. These creatures adored his growing maliciousness; they fed upon the dark energy that cascaded off of him and began mutating even further. The madness started to fill this domain more and more, this was a plane of pure chaos. Finally, it was time! It was time for the Chaos Crusade to begin, the mortals would be eliminated. Moreya would be free from the burden of loving inferior things! In the end, she will realize this.

He arrives on the first world of his conquest; the population sees his radiance and they begin to gossip on why on of the gods have blessed them with him appearance. Then, within moments after the ground starts to vibrate softly as rifts in reality start to bleed out eerie shadows. The monstrous beings start to slither out upon the planet. They seem oddly docile at first as they inspect the strange mortal plane; this place lacked the chaotic nature of the Realm of Shadow. The silence breaks with Zalanoth announcing with his booming voice “My children, this land is suffering. This land is infested with order and we must bring chaos across it. You can sense it yourself; TODAY! OUR CRUSADE BEGINS!”. Not long after, the planet is taken by the shadows; the madness of chaos lingers around the rifts.

Zalanoth departs the scene and spreads his crusades assault on Moreya’s creations. World after world, he visits; opening rifts to the Realm of Shadows, until the one fateful day when Oira caught him during one of the onslaughts. The Mad God attempted to stop the daughter from fleeing to her mother. Fate had other plans though for him and allowed Oira to escape his grasp. He now had to prepare for battle against his beloved. Zalanoth knew the only way forward now was to best his other half and trap her; he was certain once he finished his crusade, she would see he was right! She would see that she was trapped and suffering?

He waited for her arrival, where they would battle. What he did not foresee was that she would be the victor of the fight. Now banished in the very land he created; banished with the creatures he created. Well, he would not give up! One day freedom will be his and until that day his minions will slip out. How could she choose filth over him? The mortals she chose over him will be the ones to free him; the ones that will betray her and be her downfall. His Crusade is far from done; the Cult will free him, eventually. That he vows with every fiber of his being.