Gloomipede

Thousands of years ago, even long before the beginning of time, Gloomipede was once a mortal man, but he insulted the gods and was sentenced to rule the Underworld for all eternity.

He was left mateless, robbed of sleep, robbed of movement, and robbed of companionship. Bound to a throne near the Sea of Souls. He became a being without emotion who judges all souls who come before him, and it is a job he is to hold until the end of time.

He had seen horror beyond imagining, cruelty the mere retelling of which would strike one dead, terror and injustice and unkindness that would make the very rocks weep tears of shame. He has seen tragedies that ended empires, injustices that defy reason, love that would light the very stars turn cold and hard. He has seen torments that cannot possibly be borne and yet must be--for centuries.

But though stones might weep, he never had. Over that time he had never once shed a single tear. Even at the times when Cleopatra and Helen of Troy stood before him with their tales of love, they moved him not. From those that came before him, he witnessed pain and suffering, murder and torture and betrayal, but had never once reacted to them.

Gloomipede judges the spirits that come to his realm, deciding what next stage of the afterlife will be for each one.


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With quick movements, it chases down its foes, attacking relentlessly with its horns until it prevails.