Aeson the Fallen

Once King of the Baersonlings, now a mutated leviathan of tentacles and creeping insanity, Aeson remembered only enough of his former life to follow his former minions into battle. As Aeson lumbered forward, the swirling portal upon his back ushered madness and death upon his friends and foes. Aeson cared not. He smelt the blood of the slain, dimly remembering the frenzies to which it drove him. Aeson would have wept for what he had lost, were he any longer capable of comprehending how far he had fallen.

Source
Aeson el Caído
 * The End Times Vol I: Nagash
 * pg. 255

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