A delight to the Great Father and a torment to all else, N'nhohbr'hoth, the Prince of the Flies, is as foul and diseased as a creature could be. Life withers wherever he walks and anything he touches is corrupted, for he draws his vitality from others, from flora and fauna whatever its form, for his purpose upon this earth is to demonstrate that flesh is merely a vessel for the soul and thus to expose the grand lie, the so-called afterlife, for what it is; for he knows that death is just a migration of the soul and not the ascension of it.
