Il aurait pu sembler que, pendant au moins quelques secondes miséricordieux, le conflit était terminé. Ça venait de commencer. La Magna Pater avait utilisé sa puissance prééminente, celle des Vrai Yeux. Ceux qui ne les ont plus jamais vus pourraient dormir en paix, car dans le sommeil ils se lèveraient toujours pour saluer l'horreur qui attendait dans les lieux secrets. Si Saaria s'était évanouie de la tension de son immense attaque, alors au lieu de rester immobile, elle se levait. Elle se levait et commençait à marcher avec de petits yeux, vers l'obscurité du soir. Dans les bois, quelque chose d'étourdissant et humide se déplaçait, loin de la vue. Pour la première fois depuis longtemps, il a fait un bruit. Un rire shrill, gobbling qui s'est levé dans le terrain maniaque jusqu'à ce qu'il soit presque un cri, plongeant de haut en bas dans des golfes câlins d'exubérance hideuse avant de descendre dans ce qui ressemble hystérique, sang refroidis sobs.
Name: The Magna Pater
Nickames/Alias: Salmu Pulhu, Shashous-Throth
Gender: Male
Race: Primeval Vampire
Lifespan: As long as it can continue drinking blood. It doesn't age when it sleeps for years in-between large meals.
Age: 1,707
Appearance: A piebald monstrosity with slime slicked flesh and no hind legs. Its only limbs are two long, winged arms and a powerful tail. It has four claws on each forepaw, with the middle one being eight inches long and capable of slicing through muscle like tissue paper. The beast's head is mostly a jagged maw with oily, unseeing eyes on top. It has a sharp, hollow tongue which can extend three feet from its mouth and act as a siphon to suck in blood. From snout to tail base, it is a little less than eight feet long. The tail is twelve feet. It weighs in at about six-hundred pounds, as much as a tiger.
 
Abilities
~Limited flight. Due to its wingspan and body weight, it can only fly for a maximum distance of ninety meters and remain aloft for little more than a half minute.
~Tremendous strength and speed.
~Keen hearing and sonar. It's echolocation has a maximum distance of 6,700 meters and can detect objects moving at half the speed of sound. Anything faster than subsonic it can detect via air pressure gradient.
~Heat pits: Can detect the heat of organisms.
~Tongue: Can draw in blood through a wound like a vaccuum. It can also squirt or spray blood and bile. The bile is not acidic.
~Can squeeze into any opening that it can fit its head through.
~Capable of entering a state of metabolic stasis which can last for decades. It retains spatial awareness during this "hibernation" and can awaken at will.
~Sense of smell: It can track down others thousands of kilometers away just by smelling them on the clothing of its prey.
~Intelligence: Is far more clever that it looks. Can grasp (but not speak) all languages.
~Can quickly regenerate from wounds by consuming blood and flesh. The amount of mass healed is proportionate to how much is consumed, I.E one pound of food to replace one pound of damaged tissue.
~The membrane of its wings is tougher than Kevlar.
~Its body mucous and saliva contains anticoagulant, cytotoxic, and bufotoxic properties. Those whom it bites or claws will suffer gradual necrosis, unstoppable bleeding, and fast-acting, nightmarish hallucinations.
The speed at which the bufotoxins take effect depends on how close the wound is to the head, ranging from several minutes to several seconds. It is immune to its own toxins.
The mucous functions also to mask its scent.
~True Eyes: It may use its "true eyes" by shutting down its other senses. Those who see the "true eyes" will, each time they go to sleep, enter a trance and begin moving in the direction of Shashous-Throth, wherever it may be. They will awaken at the time they normally would, such as a few minutes for a nap and several hours for deep sleep. It is a passive curse that has no immediate negative effects unless the victim is entirely under the influence of the Magna Pater's hallucinogens, in which case the victim will immediately lose their mind from fright. If the bufotoxins haven't taken full effect then the victim will feel an intense fear which escalates in accordance to the strength of the already terrifying hallucinations.

(A lesser, juvenile vampire)
Behavior: The Magna Pater is what one would first think of when the word "monster" comes to you in the dead of night. It makes no noise, has no mercy, cannot be reasoned with, and lives only to drain the blood and devour the flesh of all living things it can bind within its greasy wings. It enjoys all manner of prey and is especially inclined to go out of its way to find children. But it is shy, and it despises the light. It prefers to remain in damp pitch-blackness, where no eyes can spy it and no light can fall upon it. It will frequently impregnate victims with its brood, keeping them alive for many months until its malformed young emerge. It will eat both the victim and the young, doing these things not for food but to purposefully inflict prolonged torment. The few who come into contact with it and live may never be the same as they had been before, for above all else it is a creature of persistence. Even if one leaves the Magna Pater, it will never leave them. It never stops pursuing its prey, even if they move off the Continent. It will also track down any living thing that leaves its scent on a victim. This leads to the it consuming the families of those it hunts, along with anyone those families had come into recent physical contact with. Though one may travel often and abroad, once the Magna Pater has chosen a victim their fate is inevitable. It could take days, weeks, months, even years, but eventually on some cold and moonless evening one will awaken to see a sticky face with dead eyes peering at them.
History: Once in a millennium is a creature born into this world, a living horror known as the "Magna Pater". The prodigal ancestor, the true genesis, the harbinger of loss, ancient and terrible. Only one has ever lived at a time, for it is greedy and does not abide its own kind, but always has one lived. Long ago it was worshipped as a cruel deity to which countless sacrifices were made. In this lifetime does a special one exist, the most dreadful of its kind to have ever been. Even the most vile of devils would balk at associating with it. It haunts the secret places deep below ground, amidst a lichen hellscape of death and graverot. It slumbers upon a towering mountain of soggy bones, reigning over its decaying empire on a haphazard throne several thousand lives thick. Those who enter this wretched domain, where the blue sky transitions into a black void, do so at the risk of becoming yet another skeleton upon which the Magna Pater may sleep, with their loved ones soon joining them.