Being an eldritch fiend with tentacles grown on account of its feeding on malboros. Formerly a herbivore, its mutation has given it the malboro's appetite for flesh. Using the sharp spikes that grow at the tips of its tentacles, it stabs at its enemy's vitals with disheartening accuracy. It is said that, should each tentacle find its mark, a man would die before sensing the merest touch.
Demons rejoice in tempting Man with bewitching words, sweet as nectar, luring all but those with the most stolid of natures. Of all their temptations, one of the most famous is the magick lamp, said to grant wishes, which indeed it does... though the price be mortally dear.