King of the Abyss
Apollyon arrives like corruption given authority. Rot, poison, and ancient ruin move with him, and even light feels offended by his presence.
He looked like a walking insult to creation. His skin was gray-green and scaled in places like a serpent that had decided to become a man. Dark mist leaked from one arm as it slowly regenerated, and strange orbs drifted around his neck like dead planets caught in his gravity. His eyes burned with green flame, and his smile carried the satisfaction of a being who enjoyed being hated.
Spreads poison, rot, and defilement through every realm he touches.
Claims worlds with the certainty of a conqueror, not the hope of a rebel.
Dark mist leaks from him as ruined flesh slowly rebuilds itself.
His mere presence makes creation feel violated and out of order.