Vrakmul's physical traits
Height: Varies, typically prefers to be about two meters (6'6)
Weight: Varies, 75 kilograms on average, due to his bones having petrified
Eye color: Red/Green pinpricks of light in sockets of pure blackness
Hair color: None
Identity: Vrakmul's presence is unknown to the world at large. Vrakmul may very well not even be his true name.
Full name: Giacomo Harvigis DiMarco
Religion: Worshippers of the Icon
Affiliation: Cult of the Black Hand.
Enemies: Virtually everyone
Allies: Virtually no true allies save for his own cult, uses the multiverse at large as pawns. True extent is unknown.
Marital Status: To this day he keeps Haley immortal and mind controlled to force her affection to him.
Place of Birth: Not of this universe
Date of Birth: July the Seventh, Year meaningless.
Age: Older than the stars themselves.
Family: He killed them all himself.
Alignment: Lawful evil.
Primary residence: Unknown, presumably the Balkans.
Power level: Celestial level (Can casually destroy and recreate a million galaxies)
Some consider him to be one of the most dangerous minds the universe has ever known, a sinister mastermind with a hand in everything. Others consider him to be an egotistical blowhard who takes the credit for events he had little or nothing to do with. What is known is that the Lich known as Vrakmul is very old, does not constrain himself by any sense of morality, and quite powerful.
Where Vrakmul and the others of the Triad come from is unknown, save for that it is a very distant and long dead universe that was consumed by the Icon so long ago that the whole of the Universe's lifespan would not be a trillionth of the span of time that has passed. The details of Vrakmul's life before becoming a figure of great power are unknown save for what few scraps of information he has given. It is quite possible that he himself in his vast and winding years has forgotten it. It is clear that he has spent the overwhelming majority of his existence in an undead state and likely no longer identifies himself with the living in any way.
What is known is that he was born a simple village boy named Giacomo Harvigis DiMarco to a family of yeomenry on his medieval level world. He was the middle child of six children and was unremarkable save for showing early signs of great intelligence, and a disturbing lack of empathy for others. When he was six, he first showed signs of magical ability, reanimating his dog, killed by a troll attack, as a undead beast. His parents were understandably horrified and ostracized him for his necromatic abilities. Angry at his parents, he killed his elders with bolts of negative energy and had them risen as more undead. It didn't matter that they loved him unconditionally and brought him into the world, they were now obstacles in his way.
His siblings soon followed in death as he got frustrated with trying to console them after they had witnessed him murdering their progenitors. He then turned his small force of the undead on the rest of his village and soon had everyone killed, all save for his beast friend, Kayla, a sweet girl who often played with him while others kept their distance from him due to his unusual habits. But when he presented what he had done, hoping that she would find it impressive, she reacted with horror, and for that young Vrakmul killed her on the spot. He could not tolerate rejection and disapproval, least of all from those he thought should be supporting him. He by now, thought nothing of snuffing out the lives of those who displeased him.
Eventually, word got out to higher authorities and a military response was organized, driving Giacomo away from his macabre collection of slaughtered childhood relatives. Eventually, he would be found and taken under the wing of Jirami, a potent necromancer who was in search of an apprentice for her to rear. Until he had reached adolescence, he seemed to go along with this, but once he hit thirteen, he murdered his caretaker by bashing her brains out with her own spell book so that he could take her resources. This was a pattern in his early years, someone would offer them their help and kindness, and he would repay them by murdering them so that he could take everything they had to offer once he had decided they were no longer of use to him. It was something that he would keep throughout his existence.
Utilizing these resources, he swiftly became a terror in his home nation, and met his first and dearest love, a sweet girl by the name of Haley. At first they seemed to hit it off, but eventually she discovered what Giacomo had done and what he kept on doing. She reacted with revulsion and disgust, and Giacomo, angry at being rejected, forcibly and permanently cast a charm spell on her, forever and artificially controlling her mind so that she would always love him to the point of being willing to die for him if he so desired. To the sick mind of the now teenaged necromancer, this was perfectly natural. He had no compunctions about violating the wills of others so he could get his way, it was always about him in his mind, everyone else was just an extra in his story.
By the time he reached age sixteen, he met a Night gaunt in service of the Great Old ones called Nexatos, who offered to teach him greater levels of magic. With this powerful new ally, he swept across the nation of his birth at the young age of eighteen and slaughtered every living being, down to the last insect, with a plague of the undead, felling the great hero Kargoth as he did so. Raising Kargoth as a death knight, Giacomo now had two firm allies in his quest for dominance. A quest he solidified by undergoing the process of Lichdom to ensure immortality from more than just aging, at which point he renamed himself Vrakmul. He would start a reign of horror that would last for millenia, and his black soul would become forever stained with iredeemable evil.
Coming of the Icon
Eventually, the three would create a formalized empire over which they would govern. They named their alliance the Black Triad, and they went on to conquer nation after nationa and world after world. They would become corulers of an Ancient and terribly Evil Empire that stretched across the Stars. An Empire that knew few rivals or equals, where the undead ruled over the living.
The Empire, called the Dominion of the Black Hand, was the dominant force in that universe's material plane, and was expanding into other planes of existence such as the nine hells, the seven heavens, the elemental planes and so on so forth. Theirs was a star on the ascendant but when the icon came, all the mightiest powers of their universe could do nothing to stop it. Their vast armies, mighty spells, and fearsome technology could do nothing to stop or even slow down the Icon.
Sensing their end was at hand, the Triad pleaded for their lives, and the Icon; needing Elemental, Mechanical, Energy Based, or Undead servants; as only these could withstand the awesome might of it's mind to receive commands from it, granted them their request. It took them and their servants and infused them with terrible power, whispering dark knowledge into them and then setting them out to prepare other realities for it's never ending hunger.
And so the Dominion of the Black Hand became the Cult, which went from reality to reality, preparing them for the coming of the Icon, a coming that universally destroyed them utterly. Vrakmul came to realize that his goals of a perfect multiverse could be so much more easily achieved in service of the Icon than before, and so he came to gladly serve the Universe that hungers, not feeling even the slightest bit of remorse for the countless that the Icon slew or that his own cult slaughtered.
Eventually, not long after the first stars in our universe began to form; Vrakmul and the Cult of the Black Hand came to our reality, to do a task that they had repeated across countless worlds and countless realities. The cult wormed it's way into virtually every planet and every plane in our universe. There was nowhere that was safe from the Black Hand, and like a malignant tumor they spread to all corners of reality.
The Black hand on the Earth
On the earth, the hand operated in various forms across the planet's entire history, directing every facet of it, from it's geology down to the evolution of the life upon it. They watched aeons roll by, always manipulating, always controlling. By the time mankind had evolved as per the Black Hand's designs the Cult was very strongly rooted in the earth.
And they continued to manipulate and deceive and control. By the time a lost symaarian ship would deliver the ill fated colonists who would later become the order of the Talon, the Earth was already the Cult's, mind, body, and soul. The proto-order would fight the cult across the years and ages, in the longest, bloodiest war in all of human history.
Ancient Roman Emperors have made note of and created organizations to fight Vrakmul and the Black Hand, recognizing the danger they possessed in addition to the behest of several prominent vampire clans who saw the Cult and it's liches as a threat. In response Vrakmul and his cultists went about agitating wave after wave of barbarians in an attempt to stir up the chaos that they wanted. With the collapse of the western Roman Empire they very nearly succeeded, but the eastern half of the roman empire and the catholic church remained committed to their fight.
In response to the threat that Vrakmul posed; the patriarchs of the christian religion met and reformed...the Order of the Talon; an counter-organization that would fight the Cult in the same shadows that it dwelled in, hidden from the public's eye. But still Vrakmul and his cult ran rampant in much of the former Roman Empire, nearly exterminating the Vampire clans in italy in retribution for centuries of being a thorn in his backside; while the Order of the Talon and the Empire were also enemies of the Vampires; the thought of the Cult running free in western europe and africa did alarm them; prompting Emperor Justinian to launch his campaign to oust the Black Hand.
Vrakmul and the Black Hand then relocated their base of operations to the Arabian Peninsula, where they caused further agitations to weaken the Eastern Roman Empire, and there their power base remained for some time before moving to the holy lands as they fell.
The cult's presence in the western world was strong, especially as the Byzantine Empire began to disintegrate. However, the Order of the Talon frustrated Vrakmul's presence in the Catholic World, the Vampire clans managed to rebuild from his near total genocide of their kind, and still he could not lay claim to the Balkans, which he believed to be of great importance to his plans.
When the pope declared a crusade for the holy lands, the order of the talon leapt at the chance to strike at their hated foes in their power base and waged their own sub-war against the cult. The war was brutal and bloody and was waged near constantly within the holy lands ever since. Even the coming of the mongols did not halt this war, nor did the muslim explusion of most of the crusaders. In northern europe the order of the talon lead the way in expelling the cult from the pagan lands by bringing them under the fold of the catholic church. With christianity triumphant, the cult was forced to lay low in europe and the order seemed victorious.
But Vrakmul was a very canny Lich, and when he saw discontent with the Church being formed, he had the cult seize this opportunity and spread the protestant movement, it was a member of the Cult who convinced Henry the Eigth to break with the church in rome, and it was the Cult who spread protestantism in much the same way they supported the earlier split between Orthodox and Catholic churches. Using this opportunity, Vrakmul then allowed the seeds to be planted while the Cult supported the Ottoman Turkish and Venetian destruction of the Byzantine Empire; finally giving them access to the Balkans.
When the inevitable religious wars broke out all over europe, Vrakmul and his cult were quick to spread like wildfire throughout the lands that the Order of the Talon once kept vigil over and many even began to spill into Catholic Lands. The unwitting cooperation of the Mediterannean Vampire clans and the Order of the Talon largely prevented the cult from spreading into Italy or what is now Greece. But with the discovery of the new world, all three factions were quick to spread to it, and there they continued to wage their three way secret war for the dominion of the world while their conflict in the old remained strong as ever.
After the thirty years war effectively destroyed the holy roman empire and eliminated one of the most powerful allies of the Order of the Talon, followed by the great weakening of most of the Italian states; hurting the Mediterranean Syndicate, The Cult was ascendant. However, the Ottoman Empire's crushing defeat at the Battle of Vienna almost completely reversed their fortunes, and Vrakmul's cult was again on the retreat.
But the cult in America decided to form a new factor into the secret war, and thus they fermented the seeds of revolution, which almost completely expelled the Order of the Talon and the Syndicate from America, something they repeated in France, at which point the unknowingly Black Hand backed Napoleon rose to stunning heights and started a bloody series of wars that helped to ferment more chaos and ended up crushing the power of the Catholic Church nearly completely; dealing devastating damage to the order while the Cult made yet another purged of the Italian Vampires as Napoleon stormed Italy. Using the nationalism they had fermented, they started revolutions in the Ottoman Empire as it was clear that remainder of the Syndicate's still vast coffers money would force out the Cult if it did not work quickly.
But the other two were quick to rebuild, and for a long time there was an very uneasy stalemate between these three secret factions. The Cult striking with the Franco-Prussian war, the Order starting the English invasion of South Africa to weed out the strong cult and syndicate presence there; and the syndicate backing the unification of italy and the destruction of the papal states. All three sides largely sat out of the American Civil War and the Crimean War, though individual agents continued their own personal battles.
This all changed when the Black Hand saw the opportunity for ultimate chaos in the form of the powder keg of the Balkans. When Archduke Franz Ferdidand approached, the low ranking and notoriously incompetent cultist Gavrilo Princip managed to kill the Archduke; setting the stage for what can gently be called "the greatest clusterfuck of a century in human history." The three sides erupted into another all out secret war that continues to this day, fighting all over the world backing various powers and manipulating countless people. Even Gods and Aliens have not been exempt from their secret schemes.
The Mediterranean syndicate; which had grown a cover identity as a coalition of european megacorportaions with a distinctly classical bent during the infamous gilded age; was devastated by the wars of Kaligar, Kaiser Wilhelm, and Darkchild in rapid succession while it's African holdings were seized by the Cajun King of Kings and the trinity demolished the monuments to all that is wrong with capitalism that were the sprawls in Afghanistan (though it could be said that this applies to Syndicate sprawls anywhere), leaving it weakened but not quite dead yet. after being given a breather; the Vampire clans, now under the name of the board of classics who stood above the many CEOs and Presidents of the companies, are on the road to recovery, after all; capitalism is a notoriously difficult thing to crush. As of now, it dominates italy, greece, South East Asia, Morocco, the Congo, Zaire, Pakistan, the English Guyana, New Zealand, and has sprawls in most members of the G20.
The Order of the Talon was largely forced into hiding in it's primary power base in the holy land as the secularist Trinity took control over much of the middle east, it still remains powerfully strong in Bavaria, Spain, Poland, the Phillipines Portugal, Australia, Latin America, Ireland, and is creeping back into France, waging a secret underground war of sabatoge against the land of darkness to bring it back to holy rule once again. It has bases all over the world and is paradoxically strongest in the Vatican, where it is surrounded by the Rome megasprawl of it's second mortal enemy; the Syndicate. So far, the less numerous but impossibly well entrenched order of the Talon stays in an awkward standoff with the surrounding Syndicate, which knows painfully well that their Catholic Zeal is not something that can be bought off with money.
The Cult of the Black Hand operates all over the world, but they are strong in the muslim, eastern orthodox, protestant, and oriental world. After Kaiser Wilhelm's forces pulled out of Europe and to their home multiverses, the Cult was quick to seize as much of the extramultiversal technology as it could and has become a shadow power in Germany. The nations most dominated by it are Guam, Guatalcanal, Germany, Russia, The nations of the Balkan Peninsula, Arabic countries (especially the non trinity dominated saudi arabia) where it ferments discontent with these "western oppressors" amongst the Muslim population, the Koreas, Indonesia, and Japan.
Though much of the world is divided amongst these three shadow powers; most dismiss talk of a Vampire Cabal leading the mediterranean syndicate; a secret army working for the catholic church, and an horde of fanatics who are behind every bad thing from WW1, to the assassination of JFK, to the post-soviet crisis in Russia, to the 8 hot dogs to 10 buns ratio; as the stuff of insane tabloids. But all three secret superpowers make sure that anyone who does find out the truth and present it in a credible manner rather than just raving in the tabloids; be silenced before his discoveries can go public. Even superheroes have been silenced in such a manner, and heads of state who do so have a bad habit of suffering "accidents."
You never know who might be a Syndicate, Order, or Cult agent. They could be your girlfriend, they could be your parents, they could be your little brother, they could be your teacher, the cop on the block or that guy who sits in the back of the class looking stoned out of his mind for the entire day. You may even be a sleeper agent yourself, just waiting for the call to bring dormant parts of your mind to the fore.
Vrakmul himself is about as shadowy a figure as they come. The number of people outside of the Cult who know he even exists is small, even among those who do know of the cult save for the Order and the Syndicate; the majority do not know that Vrakmul is more than just some mythical messiah conjured up by an insane church of fanatics; but a very much real and very brilliant archlich who has been pulling at the strings of human civilization and beyond since their beginning.
The Maimed Lord
The maimed Lord is a deity that the Black Hand believes will come forth into this reality to bring about rapture and ascension. It's identity was unknown to those outside the Cult of the Black Hand until the Order of the Talon managed to acquire some Black Hand Apocrypha. The Maimed Lord is one of many names used for an truly vast entity, an mirror universe. A universe much like our own, but it has no life save for one, the universe itself. Reports into this alternate dimension report an enormous amount of omnipresent brainwave activity, meaning one thing, the Universe itself is intelligent on a scale even Gods could not imagine.
Even if this revelation were to stop here; the very idea of an intelligent universe would be enough to cause panic; such a being would be more powerful than virtually anything ever faced before. But it gets much worse; for the Maimed Lord is uninhabited due to the fact that it consumes thought, stripping it from those within it and touching it to add it to it's own worldmind. It is constantly hungry, and it's vast tendrils worm their way across the multiverse, touching into other realities and creating anchors.
These anchors give rise to all non-warp based psionic powers, as the Maimed Lord turns them into smallscale conduits that act as points for it to drag itself across the void towards it's newest prey universe. From what has been discerned, the entity has consumed countless universes; growing bigger and stronger each time. But the entity on it's own takes an agonizingly long time from one splurge to the next, so it selects beings to act as heralds who will prepare universes for it's coming.
The living for obvious reasons make for poor servants, they simply die too quickly as their thoughts are sucked out within moments of direct psychic contact with the entity, even Gods and sublimed beings last only somewhat longer than a human would. So rather the entity recruits the undead and machines, as their lack of recognizable brainwaves allows them to survive being given orders.
Vrakmul, is one of these servants, and his Black Hand brought the beast to destroy universe after universe, and ours is on the menu.
Staff of the archmagi: Said to be the most powerful magic staff in the universe, this artifact possesses incredible power that boosts and supplements Vrakmul's already titanically formadible magical prowess. This item cannot be destroyed by any known means, but given the power that it contains; destroying it would optimistically cause an cataclysmic explosion, or far, far worse. This item is seemingly made from a fusion of torquoise and oak wood, with the heads of dragons adorning it's tips. It can be used as a quarterstaff of unparalleled deadliness in melee combat should the unlikely event that someone actually survives long enough to get this close.
Wand of Thanatos: Another spellcasting implement used by Vrakmul, this item looks like the straightened spine of an infant tipped with glowing jade green top half of a human skull. Likely to be the most powerful wand on the planet, when used in tandem with the Staff of the Archmagi; Vrakmul's magical power; which when unboosted would already make him a contender for the title of sorcerer supreme; is brought to obscene heights. It can also be used as a dreadfully powerful mace that can smash apart adamantium. Like the Staff, it is not destroyable by any known means.
The cloak of shadows: A mighty magical cloak, this item boosts Vrakmul's defensive ability with a magical field that renders it significantly more difficult to land a solid hit on Vrakmul, much like armor; and also gives him a greater chance of resisting or dodging targeted effects. It also has the benefit of allowing him to manipulate darkness and become invisible and silent at will, and additionally greatly increases his already terrific Charisma. The cloak itself cannot be damaged by known means.
Crown of the dead Emperor: A mighty crown, this item gives Vrakmul access to a fearsome array of energy spells independent of his own magic, blocks unwanted telepathy, defeats magical divinitation attempts, allows him to scry upon virtually anyone and anything at will, and increases his already formadible intellect tremendously. The crown also can erase the memory of him from people who have seen him the moment they are no longer observing him or a picture of him if he does not wish to be remembered.
Ring of the ages: A powerful ring, this grants him immense physical strength, enough to hold his own against most foes, it also imbues upon him the fighting skill and knowledge of all of it's prior wearers, The ring on his other hand greatly improves his reflexes and speed to superhuman levels, giving him lethality at close quarters combat. Both look as if they were made from obsidian bones and spines with inlaid onyxes.
Medallion of the Black Hearted: A powerful artifact made of a strange red coloured metal with the insignia of the cult of the black hand upon it, this magic item gives Vrakmul tremendous durability, even more so than is normal for an ossified lich. With this he can shrug off blows that would destroy most. In addition; it grants him a healing factor; while certainly not quite at wolverine levels; is fast enough to be useful in combat.
Robes of the Maimed Lord: Perhaps his most iconic possession, the robes of the maimed lord grant power over secrets, allowing him to know the secrets of others with but a glance. It additionally gives him heightened resistance to enemy magic and psionic powers, forcing enemy spellcasters and psions to have to work to affect him at all.
Belt of Kings: This belt acts as an gateway to a dimension with infinite storage capacity in it's pockets, allowing him to access all sorts of treasures with ease. Additionally; it boosts the powers of all the other artifacts on his person, making him even deadlier.
Boots of the reaper: These boots grant vrakmul the ability to turn incorporeal and invisible at will and also grant him the power of teleportation to anywhere, though if he does so without a good deal of knowledge of where he's going, he's liable to end up teleporting into the ground or in a wall.
Masque of Death: This is the final piece of Vrakmul's set of artifacts. An absolutely blank and featureless mask, silvery in colour and luster, this mask increases all of Vrakmul's powers and those of his items by ten fold, additionally, it allows him to tap into a mysterious energy source known only as the black hand, giving him incredible might. It is by far the most powerful of Vrakmul's possession, and thus when the Triad fought to keep the Celestials away from a world they were corrupting, the Celestials were quick to hide the artifact away on a distant, forgotten world after defeating the Triad. But Vrakmul has recently rediscovered it, in the possession of the Triarch of the Serpenines.
Magic: Vrakmul is undoutbly the most powerful practioner of magic in the entire universe of mortal origin, and it is likely that he is more powerful than most gods of magic by orders of magnitude, and were he not undead, it would be a simple matter for him to take on the rank of sorcerer supreme, though such a title would attract unwanted publicity. Something Vrakmul does not desire. Not only is he extremely powerful in the arcane arts; he has mastery of magic in the majority if not all of it's many forms, though he seems to be especially skilled at Necromancy; an art at which he has no equal or even a serious rival. With the combined power of his items, he can destroy and recreate a million galaxies as easily as the fire demon Surtur would destroy just one. It would only need a single attack.
Intelligent: Perhaps one of the finest minds known to humanity, Vrakmul is a being with very few mental peers, in addition to his great intelligence, he has amassed a vast amount of knowledge and has an staggering level of tactical and strategic acumen, giving him what he needed to so successfully manipulate mankind since the wheel and the fire.
Master manipulator: A shadow pupeteer par excellence, Vrakmul can manipulate from both front stage and behind the scenes with extraordinary skill, on the earth; perhaps only the Triumvirate of the Order of the Talon and the mysterious Romulus from the mediterranean Syndicate are his equals in the art of manipulation.
Master of battle: Despite preferring to manipulate people from afar, or blast them with spells should they force his hand in combat, Vrakmul has had far longer than the lifespan of the universe to practice his melee abilities, and attacking him in melee thinking him to be a squishy wizard is a very good way to end up very dead. However, generally those who are able to best his guards are likely going to overmatch him in physical combat, which is why he prefers to avoid it if at all possible.
Charismatic: It takes more than vast amounts of power to be seen as the messiah by a vast cult. Vrakmul is also incredibly charismatic. His words are as silken as his normal form is hideous if not more so. Though his tongue has long rotted, it has lost none of it's potency in bending the wills of men and women.
Undead traits: Like all undead, poisons and diseases simply don't work on him unless they specifically affect the undead. In addition, he has no vital points to strike at, rendering tactics based on exploiting weak points of the body virtually useless. He needs not sleep, eat, or breathe, he feels no pain at all, and he is utterly tireless and ageless. He is immune to most mind affecting effects and paralysis. He can see in total darkness as well. His bones are ossified to become immensely tough and strong, he's as much a being of rock as he is of bone.
Lich Traits: Vrakmul is completely and utterly impervious to Electricity and Cold, using such energy attacks will do absolutely nothing to harm or even hinder him and is considered a waste of time. His touch infuses it's victims with both a debilitating amount of negative energy, causing great harm, deathly cold; causing virtually all the dangers of cold, and total paralysis. His touch is often mistaken for causing death; but the horrible truth is that unless the cold and negative energy already killed them, the paralyzed victim is totally alive and aware, but unable to communicate this, often leading them to be buried or cremated alive. Luckily the paralysis can be resisted. He also emnantes an aura of supernatural fear that causes the weak minded to immediately panic and run from him when they get within sixty feet, most superheroes however, are too strong to be affected by this. Only magically enhanced, silvered, bludegoning weapons do full damage to him (of course, not considering his magical items) the silver and the magic due to his magic charged nature, the bludgeoning part being due to the fact that cutting or stabbing petrified bone isn't terribly effective. In addition, if he is destroyed; so long as he has at least one phylactery remaining he can reform from oblivion.
Evolved Undead traits: Due to his incredible age, Vrakmul has become a highly evolved form of undead. He has access to innate spell like abilities that range from being able to shoot blasts of freezing cold to being able to smite someone with the raw power of evil itself. Additionally; his already durable form has become even tougher with the influx of more negative energy, and his body and mind have become incredibly powerful. Lastly he has a rather respectable healing factor; more than enough to be combat useful.
True form: What is seen as Vrakmul is not what he truly looks like, but is actually a shapeshifted form. For he has spent so long in the service of the Eldritch Icon that his normal body has twisted to horrific proportions. When he unveils his true form, his powers increase by a thousand fold across the board, but at the cost of his memory proofing, for the power of the icon in it's naked glory cannot be forgotten, not even with the power of magic.
Despite all of his dreadful power; Vrakmul has a number of surprisingly easily exploited weaknesses. He is especially vulnerable to weaponized light (though unlike a Vampire he can stand in the sun just fine) and positive energy; while he is healed in the same manner as the living are harmed by negative energy. Additionally, he is vulnerable to holy power due to his nature as both an undead being and something comprised of evil (though the former begets the latter almost all the time.) If his phylacteries are destroyed, he can die permanently.
Vecna: A seemingly immortal hound of a breed not found on Primal Earth, Always kept at his side. Notably, the hound is pure white, seemingly made of albalaster, and has no eyes, nose, or ears to speak of. Merely a smooth, rounded body. The hound is capable of causing shifts in space and time and can project tentacles. Vecna often goes out on it's own to stalk victims, teleporting around to stay at their peripheries, slowly driving them mad until the hound has destroyed all remnants of their sanity, at which point it engulfs them.
The Holy Grail
The Turin Shroud
The nibelugen ring.
The sword of constantine
The warhammer of richard.
(More to come)
Vrakmul was born to sociopathy. He never felt empathy towards other living things, never considering them beyond how they might be useful to him or how they could fulfill his desires. His love for Hayley for example, is not one bourne out of a mutual desire for happiness, but a selfish one to stroke his ego and satisfy his needs. He never thought anything about killing and manipulating others, he never cared what others thought about him, so long as they obeyed him. He was a sick, and twisted person who would have been bound towards evil no matter how he was raised. It just so happened that the Dragon blood in his family line allowed him to use magic, which when combined with his vast intellect, lead to him becoming so much more than a petty serial killer. He additionally, does not perceive time like most people do due to his incredible age. A billion years is like the blink of an eye to him.
For all of those who want to know what I look like
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Possessing the soul of a dark primordial and born on the planet of Ainul in a very distant universe, Giacomo Harvigis DiMarco would go from a simple necromancer to the absolute lord and god of his own universe. Some theorize that he is the ultimate incarnation of evil within the multiverse, and he certainly is one of the blackest hearted villains to have ever existed. Gods and monsters tremble at his very name, Demon Princes and Archdevils have slain themselves rather than face Vrakmul.
Even his name is full of terror, his title being Vrakmul Kroduitosh Mirthunak "Darkness, doom, sorrow; Endless, vile, evil; Fear, terror, despair" when translated from true speech. A title he took from the three long deceased undead that he grave robbed to gain their artefacts and powers. A billion, billion universes have fallen to him as he sacrificed them to the Icon, continuing a natural cycle of cosmic recycling where whole realities are stuffed into the gullet of a being as powerful as the living tribunal once their time has ended.
His story began when the Shadowed Foes, dark mirrors of the Impersonal Primordials was cast down from the primal void, the realm of the dragon deities. Alderymora, a son, mirror-brother, and aspect of Talorak, "Great soul forger" who decided he'd rather devour the souls of gods and monsters of the far realm rather than act in his capacity as the darker side of the Time oversoul, the evil to Talorak's good. The Great Old ones, in terror of Alderymora who relentlessly ate their eldritch forms to add to his own power, begged the Dragon Gods to do something about Alderymora, but they ignored them, surely; Alderymora, who had far more important duties to consider, could not be the thing devouring the Great Old Ones and Outer Gods?
And even then, the loss of some lovecraftian monstrosities was perhaps even beneficial, for it curbed their influence on the mortal races and the lower ranking deities. Then Alderymora started to expand his hunger to the Astral plane, feasting on the souls of dead gods. At first, no one noticed Alderymora's predations. The Great Old Ones and Outer Gods were being ignored, and the great dragon was continuing to fill his belly with souls. He then started to eat defeated Archfiends, Archcelestials, and Archomentals. Lucifer, current king of the Nine Hells of Baator, tried to protest, but Alderymora devoured him before he could utter a word, allowing Asmodeus to usurp him.
But when Alderymora began eating the souls of dead heroes, he made a mistake, and his crimes were reported. He was brought not before the dragon gods, for they were not fit to judge the dark mirror brother of Talorak, but to the Primordials. Talorak, lord of the Primordials, the dragon of time, judged Alderymora, and cursed his twin's name, undoing his physical form with the aid of the other primordials and casting his spirit out where the Dragon god and Dark Primordial would drift aimlessly, sating his hunger by eating what ethereal beings he could, but mere ghosts couldn't feed it for long. He needed a new body. And eventually, he'd find one in Giacomo Harvigis DiMarco.
Giacomo was born into a poor farmer's family that lived under a cruel and overly demanding lord who taxed away the majority of the crops they made. He was a rather sickly child and was often bullied by his siblings and other children and his elders disapproved of him for his inability to do much physical labor, as he did not yet know of his heritage that could have made him lord of his world, for he was one of the Primalborn; Lord of Doom, risen to fight Yuri Omega along with a girl named Haley Sigilshine. He had only one real companion, his favorite dog; Kyral. When Giacomo was sick, Kyral would stay by his side, when Giacomo had spare time, he would run and play through the fields with his dog. But there was rarely enough to feed the entire family.
His reign of darkness was started by slaughtering his entire family in a rage when his favored dog was killed to feed the family during hard times, he discovered he had an innate talent for magic. He devoured their souls, casting them into oblivion and raised their corpses as undead to butcher his entire village to make more undead slaves. He was then known as the witch child, for at the age of six, he killed nearly a thousand people with his magic, it was at that point that the wandering spirit of Alderymora found what he needed and joined with Giacomo, but Alderymora was not yet strong enough to assert his will, so he was content to simply offer power to Giacomo and watch him commit great evil.
Rumors of the witch child spread far enough to reach a band of adventurers who descended upon his home village of Milantia and cut through his hordes of undead. But they refused to cut down the six year old child, and instead cosigned him to an orphanage meant for magic using children. Giacomo quickly proved to be a merciless bully, beating up other children to take what he wanted from them. He'd pummel a girl he fancied until they kissed him, or torture a boy with nightmares to make them follow him. By the time he was twelve, he violently raped a girl named Haley Sigilshine, Muse of Hope and who was supposed to be his partner; for not going as quickly in their relationship as he wanted and was then cast out from the orphanage.
He wandered the woods, killing any travelers he came across and raising them as undead slaves, or outright mind controlling them, devouring their souls to deny them the afterlife out of spite for the world and to feed the Dragon god soul that lay within him. He wanted more power to avenge the perceived slight of being kicked out of the orphanage by what he saw as unworthy inferiors, beings he by all rights should rule over and dominate utterly.
Power that he found upon discovering his first word wall, a monument inscribed in truespeech, the language of reality, where one would speak in said language and create the effects they describe with nothing more than their words. His dragonsoul allowed him to effortlessly absorb the knowledge of truenaming into his head, deciphering the language of reality, and he would soon return to the orphanage, in a city of two million, with an army of the undead and armed with his knowledge of truespeech. He descended upon the city of Fairwinter and killed every, single, solitary, soul in the city, either devouring their souls to bolster his power or forever entrapping them as incorporeal undead while he raised their corpses. He once again forced himself upon Haley, tearing her clothes and ravaging her body and forever mind controlled her will to his own, forcing her to be a love slave to the vile Giacomo and breaking the usual balance between a Lord primalborn and a Muse primalborn..
He raided Fairwinter's mage's guild building and hungrily devoured all the knowledge and power he could find in the building, his Dragon's soul yearning for more knowledge and more power. The spirits of the slaughtered mages bolstered his own mystic might, and with his truespeech, he was able to easily defeat the mighty Fairwinter mage's guild. But he decided that he was beyond simple slaughter over petty grudges, he realized that with his power and knowledge, he could embark on a conquest of his entire universe and remake it in his image.
He spread across his world like a dark cloud. Nation after nation of Ainul crumbled before his onslaught of the undead and the death worshipping, summoned fiends and elementals, shadow creatures and automatons, amoral mercenaries and pirates, and mind controlled monsters and beasts. The kingdoms of the sea, the sky, and the underdark were not safe from his conquests either, for his hordes of monstrosities would pour into their once hidden lairs, and bring down the fury of the apocalypse upon them.
His conquest was almost stopped at the nation of Elsimaya, a just and fair empire where a certain Kargoth Trodenstoff served as it's highest general. The clash between the forces of light and darkness was fierce, but the armies of heroic paladins and crusaders, metallic dragons and angels, noble fey and giants, and blessed automatons and spirits of light outmaneuvered Giacomo's bleak horde. All seemed lost for the cause of evil, but Kargoth hesistated to slay the then sixteen year old Giacomo, a mistake that cost the paladin his life as DiMarco slew him and raised him and his wife in arms Elena as more undead.
To repay them for his near defeat, Giacomo forced Kargoth and Elena to devour their children alive, and he entrapped their souls on the mortal coil as vile forms of spiritual undead; Dread Wraiths. With Kargoth and Elsimaya defeated, the witch child had his horde murder or enslave the entire world of Ainul, bending it to his dark will. But this was not enough, he wanted more. And more would come, as the nightgaunt lord Nexatos descended from the far realms out of curiosity.
Nexatos offered Giacomo a way to attain more power, and showed him where to find three artefacts, the vestments of Kroduitosh, the jewelry of Mirthunak, and the crowned-masque of Vrakmul; three powerful liches who had once conquered the entire material plane or more at various points in time. Giacomo underwent a ritual where he would become an undead archlich of even greater power than what he had as a living teenaged boy, and then he donned the three sets of artefacts. A vast amount of power flowed into him, and the Dominion of the Black Hand was born.
He took on the name of Vrakmul, fulfilling a prophecy where an evil dragonsoul would become the witch child, a primalborn who squandered his heritage for evil, bring darkness and terror to all of Ainul, slay himself for even greater power, then inherit the raiments of the three dark ones, and become the Antithesis of the Multiverse, the dark one who would herald the age of devastation. The "ode of antithesis" was becoming true at an alarmingly rapid rate. His entire universe would then know an age of terror of the likes that the inhabitants of the nuVine verse are quite lucky to have not experienced.
Great champions and colossal monsters, fell villains and mighty gods, eldritch abominations and powerful spirits all banded together to stop him, but he defeated and enslaved or devoured them in turn. The armies of eladrin from the good and chaos loving glades of Arborea descended to fight him. He despoiled their women and slew their men in moments before going to mighty Olympus itself and ripping the mountain apart, slaying the gods of the elves and of the olympian pantheon before binding them into his service in undeath.
The angels and archons of the seven heavens of celestia, along with the ultimate force of good and law; Ormazhd, descended to try and fight him and his horde, but he tore Ormazhd in half with his gauntleted hands and shouted the celestials into the pit of death before casting Mount Celestia into the plane of Elysia, destroying the guardinals there. The chaotic hordes of the Slaadi surged out of the endless madness of Limbo, trying to entrap them in the infinite chaos. But he willed the entire plane of Limbo to an orderly fashion according to his will, and then wrote the entire slaadi race out of existence.
The forces of order in the form of the inevitables, mechanical enforcers of the universe's laws, the formians, antlike harbingers of social order, and the geometric mordons, heralds of more abstract forms of law; emerged from the clockwork nirivana of Mechanus, but he ripped their eternal gearwork realm apart and buried them in it. He brought down the nine hells with a single utterance of his mighty truenaming ability, and with another set of utterances, he bound the devils to him, enslaving them after turning their lords into whimpering undead. The endless hordes of the infinite layers of the abyss marched out to stop him, the first time all the demons of the great wheel agreed on anything.
The Lord of Doom destroyed the entire demon race and ripped the abyss asunder in a single terrible moment. Such beings of Chaos had no place in his vision of things. He ripped their souls from their bodies and greedily gorged on the spirits of all demonkind. The yugoloths tried to overthrow him with their plots, but he saw through their plans and sent the twin paradises of bytopia crashing into their realms, the clash of good and evil destroying both planes. The elemental lords tried to stop him, but he yanked the elemental planes asunder and drank them.
The Gods charged at him, but Vrakmul turned them inside out with a glance and raised their forms as necroliths, horrible forms of undead gods that would forever serve his will. The Lady of Pain herself tried to flay him apart at Sigil, but he ripped the infinite mountain from it's base and ran her through with it. Unlike Prime Vrakmul, when Orlok and the Icon came, Vrakmul was thoroughly unimpressed until the Icon showed him what power it could offer him. Accepting the Icon's offer, Vrakmul uprooted the Black Hand under one condition, he gets to keep one in a thousand universes he visits to make his own empire, starting with his home universe.
And now, the Dark one comes to our universe, for he has a plan to create a perfect order. He secretly poisoned the universes he fed into the Icon, and plans to use the universes he maintained to bolster his power while using the poisoned realities to tear the Icon apart from the inside out to steal it's power, and he will use our universe as a catalyst. And from there, he will destroy the other primordials, and then all of the multiverse will be enslaved to his will, to never know happy days for the rest of eternity. Of the great enemies that will rise in the coming darkness, Vrakmul is perhaps the most evil of them all, and certainly he is the most immediate threat to the entirety of the multiverse. He is the enemy, he knows no mercy or kindness, he is the lord of all that is black, he is the duke of shadow, the king of rape, the emperor of darkness. He is THE ANTITHESIS.
He is fully aware of the prophecy laid out in the Ancient Songstone, an aspect of the true artefact of unlimited knowledge that exists in each multiverse; in some it is called the Elder Scrolls, in others it is the Magnificence, in some it is the Book of infinity, in others it is the Word wall of the endles, in this multiverse it is the Ancient Songstone. One that says that only the twenty four primalborn, the children of four thirteen can bring his reign to an end and stop his evil by slaying his body thrice, shattering his six hundred and twelve phylacteries, banishing his eleven hundred and eleven fold soul from the multiverse and then destroying it, removing the possibility of his future from the multiverse itself, locking his past in a timelock, and then erasing his true name from the whole of reality.
It also lists him as the ultimate evil in the entire multiverse; the Yoldahkiin; Dark scion of evil. But Giacomo is confident. The Songstones left the victor of the upcoming clash ambiguous, and he believes that if he can slay or corrupt the twenty four; he will achieve his victory, casting down the primordials and becoming the Multiverse's only sovereign, and then looking to other multiverses to conquer them. Even Prime Vrakmul; from the rare and utterly impassible windows between the New and Prime multiverses, fears his otherwordly counterpart. The reason why Prime Vrakmul is executing his plan is that he knows himself and believes that New Vrakmul will triumph; and bring a wholly evil order to the entire omniverse, instead of Prime Vrakmul's ultimately benevolent intention; and that if he can attain ultimate power in his multiverse and fight New Vrakmul before he can start conquering other multiverses; he could save the Omniverse.
For his part, New Vrakmul considers his Prime counterpart to be a misguided fool who tries too hard to justify his actions with a Utopia in mind. Once he rules the multiverse and expands beyond it, he will destroy his counterpart; for both Vrakmuls know that they are the greatest possible threat to one another. And once he slays his other version, he plans to conquer every other multiverse and bring them into his vision of evil and order. He is aware that his first attempt at stopping the twenty four of prophecy before they could grow powerful has failed, but he has countless back-up plans in place to achieve his victory over fate.
To him, other enemies are only a threat because they can aid the twenty four who are prophecized to defeat him. They are not an issue in of themselves, for they cannot destroy him. What they can do, is make it much easier for the twenty four children to destroy him. And that Vrakmul cannot abide. What many do not know is that Vrakmul himself is one of the Primal Born, for they are raised whenever a threat to the multiverse as a whole is formed. He was meant to oppose Yuri Omega along with Haley Sigilshine, for he was entitled as Lord of Doom and she Muse of Hope. He abandoned his duties and used his power and magic and the might of Alderymora to become an even greater peril, some would argue THE peril to all existence.
Differences with Prime Vrakmul
Though they walked down similar roads, the Vrakmuls of the two multiverses are quite different. Essentially, the difference is that Prime Vrakmul is wholly Lawful Evil, while New Vrakmul is leans towards Neutral Evil Whereas Prime Vrakmul was a methodical planner and chessmaster, New Vrakmul prefers broader strokes. Prime Vrakmul legitimately wants to create a better world, New Vrakmul wants to destroy everything and rebuild it according to his desires and no one else's. Prime Vrakmul still believes in some degree of honor. New Vrakmul spits on the concept of honor.
Prime Vrakmul considers himself a lich of class and taste, New Vrakmul is a rapist, a sadist, and a tyrant. Both enjoy great popularity from their subjects, but New Vrakmul is not an equal with the rest of the dark triad, he is their superior. New Vrakmul is also more powerful, if less skilled at planning and strategizing than his prime counterpart. Lastly, Prime Vrakmul still has some capability for empathy, New Vrakmul legitimately wants everything else to suffer, because he is a much stronger expression of the antithesis principle in the new multiverse than prime vrakmul is in the prime multiverse.
While Prime Vrakmul prefers a rather simple black and red robe with assorted magical apparel, his onyx horns, and his featureless, mirror-like mask, New Vrakmul dresses in an extravagant robe made out of the weave of dead universes with studding and plating made from the bones of slain gods and cosmic beings, with his mask being highly ornate. Prime Vrakmul wears a large arsenal of powerful magical artefacts, New Vrakmul has just three, the vestments, the robe, and the masque.
nU Vrakmul powers (only powers that differ from prime vrakmul are listed)
Truenaming: This one ability gives Vrakmul multiversal scale power. He can rewrite existence across multiple universes by simply speaking in the true tongue, a power that surpasses even his almighty magic. His knowledge of truenaming is vast and all encompassing, and he can do virtually anything imaginable by simply speaking it into being. He can both use typical truenaming and the high draconic shouts with equal proficiency.
Magic: nU Vrakmul is a multi-billion galaxy buster level sorcerer rather than a million galaxy buster level one.
Lord of Doom: Vrakmul is the lord and master of despair, and darkness. He bends all such hopelessness and death and shadows to his will absolutely. His mere presence can crush the hopes and joys of gods, if he so wishes, he could snuff out the lights of countless suns by shunting away their light and replacing it with darkness. He can use the darkness in beings to tear them apart, and can turn despair into physical constructs capable of attack and destruction. Most formidably he can corrupt and twist his foes into his servants, turning them into twisted and evil versions of their former selves who obey him absolutely, or create dark versions of existing life if the original is not available to be corrupted. Additionally with his power, he can also manipulate cold, sound, and gravity on similar scales, and can create new life from the very essence of Doom.
Psionics: Like all primalborn Vrakmul has high level psychic ability, and is especially skilled at Telekinesis and Divinitation, manipulating objects of vast scale across unimaginable distances and peering with ease across the very fabric of time and space. He can shift the positions of galaxies faster than the speed of light and perceive the future, past, and present in countless locations across time and space simultaneously. He can form shields or blades of pure force, peer past the most cunning of illusions and tricks. His mind truly is one of his most deadly weapons.
Unleash the Dragon: Destroying Vrakmul's physical form frees Alderymora, the Dark Primordial; the Black God Wyrm, Shadowed Eater of Souls, and vile devourer of time. Alderymora is a living tribunal level entity, equal to the Icon (more properly known as Mehrudagoth); which is to the Space Primordial; Megothrath as Alderymora is to Talorak. However, Alderymora; given only a portion of the souls Vrakmul consumes constantly, will be quite hungry and head into the Far Realm to gorge himself on the souls of the Outer Gods and passing mortal and divine spirits. Still, nothing good can come of the return of the Evil aspect of time itself.
To slay Vrakmul means to win the freedom of Alderymora.