Title The Swarm Incarnate
Domains:
The origin:
The first ant was its endurance, marching across eternity.
The first fly was its hunger, feasting upon the dead and the living alike.
The first butterfly was its change, shedding endless forms in its pursuit of perfection.
And all insects, from the lowliest parasite to the most regal winged predator, carry its whisper in their instincts
The Endless March:
All beings that crawl, swarm, or skitter are bound to its will.
Its presence enforces hierarchy, making lesser minds fall into rigid obedience.
The very land reshapes into hive tunnels, overtaken by its brood.
The Devourer's Plague:
No corpse is left untouched—its children reduce all to nothing.
Can infest the living, twisting them into grotesque hosts for its larvae.
Wounds fester, wounds spread—those marked by its touch rot from within.
The Metamorphic Truth:
No form is permanent—it adapts, molts, and reemerges anew.
Can rewrite the biology of any creature, forcing them into unnatural transformations.
Death does not end it—it only pupates, emerging stronger each time.
The Wings of Extinction:
The flapping of its wings warps reality, altering memories, distorting perceptions.
Where it flies, cities fall, either consumed by its children or left as husks of forgotten dreams.
The air itself becomes a death shroud, thick with poisoned spores, whispering parasites, and ghostly silhouettes of what once was
Form:
It has a ants body a butterflys wing and a fly's face
Honerfic name
The origin of all insects
The one who skitters
The Lord of feast