Shigazilnizthrub

In the  beginning,  there  was  chaos. The universe  was a primordial cauldron of gurgling dread, a darkness  that  not  even  a  thousand  suns  could  light. In this  black  soup,  the  elder  gods  battled  for  supremacy. They feasted on fear and drank madness. Then the small things came. They skittered and foamed in the pockets between  the  elder  gods’  crushing  might  –  shambling, killing and feeding upon one another – until they produced an infinitesimal speck of light. In an instant, they were many – points of light which became stars that begat suns then ascended to godlings. The new gods rose up in a white-hot explosion of defiance against the corpulent lords of chaos. A cataclysmic chain-reaction triggered, birthing all that is. This is the story of the gods before the gods, a tale unknown to the histories of humans and demi-humans alike

For eons, the deposed old gods have roiled and churned in a seething pool of raw power beneath the universe, their foul intellects periodically bubbling to the surface. Chief among the dark gods is Shigazilnizthrub, sadistic eater of worlds. The invocation of the name alone has the power to wither crops and crumble cities to dust. His mad followers refer to him only as “The One Who Watches from Below.” The foul deity has established three strongholds beneath the world, their  purpose  unknown. For now,  it  watches,  it  gathers power, and it waits for celestial bodies to align in the heavens.