The nameless mother was depicted as having a many of forms she would take, and the monsters that seep from her ruinous form often times took upon aspects of her image, though they remained feral and near vacuous if left to their own devices. She spoke through them rarely, a voice that borrowed the snarls and unearthly gutteral growls of many within the animal kingdom and meshed them together seamlessly with that of a beautiful woman's deep voice. To us, it was the call of the Abyss. The alluring cacophony of her words drew man and beast-kin alike to madness, leaving naught but a husk babbling of the realm just beyond--or perhaps right beneath our own. They became our prophets, through their broken, cryptic messages we would decipher a way to revive Hell's Mother.

A little somethin spooky by  jagal