To become the greatest warrior one has to be able to face oneselves greatest fear and triumph, but in truth to be the greatest one has to become fear itself, this is my dogma, the teachings of lord Fareth, incarnation of terror. As the lord of fear I tought my followers to win the war of the mind before even engage in the field, those who stare into my eyes are faced by the greatest fear whatever it may be.

During the times I lead my forces in the mortal battlefield no enemy could held their formation as they trembled in my presence, even members of the celestial council and other arch-demons were afraid of looking in the eyes of fear. From all the fears that I had seen the one that fascinated me the most was High Lord Hirat's, that even before Lazarus came to power he feared he would envelop the world in flames in his quest for purification.

My domains resemble disturbing landscapes with my roots expand and spread my paranoia inducing miasma were my striders thrive.

My right eye has given as a relic to my greatest champion but was lost due to celestial meddeling in the ritual of horror that would project my image in all reflections of a city protected by the enemy.

Fear will reign in all plains as my roots dig deeper into the minds of mortal, celestial and demon.