The former god of death, now reduced to live eternally in a mortal form for the damned lamb that was once a mere vessel for my power. I am a black cat humanoid with three eyes, pointed eyes, and a constant self serving grin. He sees the Lamb (his former vessel) and the cultists as nothing more than tools to meet his ends in order to get his former power back, but for now he must bide his time and serve as a follower. He feels entitled to his powers and the Red Crown, see it as "divine right".