Servant of Y'golonac

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The Servants of Y'golonac (AKA "Children of Y'golonac", "Servant of Y'golonac", "Child of Y'golonac") are from Malleus Monstrorum, inspired by Ramsey Campbell's "Cold Print". The Paramour of Y'golonac is from an article by Oscar Rios in The Unspeakable Oath, Issue 19.

Servants/Children of Y'golonac

And beyond the wall rises Y'golonac to be served by the tattered eyeless figures of the dark. Long has he slept beyond the wall, and those which crawl over the bricks scuttle across his body never knowing it to be Y'golonac.
Ramsey Campbell's "Cold Print"

The Servants of Y'golonac - also called the Children of Y'golonac - appear as small, deformed, and eyeless humanoids with mouths in the palms of their hands. Cloaked in tattered rags, they grope blindly about in the dark, mindlessly awaiting the day when their sire will be free to walk the Earth once more. These eyeless creatures are blind, but make up for it with heightened senses of hearing, taste, smell, and touch.

Paramour of Y'golonac


See: the article by Oscar Rios in The Unspeakable Oath, Issue 19.

Cult of Y'golonac

There are few cultists of Y'golonac, who constantly strives to attract new members, appealing to a somewhat shallow sense of evil in the form of grotesque hedonism and sensualism which quickly leads to a mental and physical decline in its adherents.

One small cult dedicated to Y'golonac, The Sons of the Hands that Feed, is typical of this model, and believed to be active in the Severn Valley, attracting morally degenerate and bankrupt people by word-of-mouth or by infiltrating and inspiring feverish dreams with promises of extreme sensual perversion, and other nameless outrages of the flesh, appealing especially to the sins of lust, gluttony, and sloth, not uncommonly enhanced by strange drugs or surgery, or bizarre, shocking, and shameful advanced technological or magical artifacts, tomes, and other paraphernalia.

Cultists who are inclined toward Y'golonac's cult are thus recruited with tantalizing tastes of such abominations - photographs or pamphlets handed out by recruiters or pasted inside telephone booths or in the foul booths in the back of seedy bookstores or video rentals, for example - and then the initiates are quickly lured deeper and deeper into the cult with promises of ever more outre experiences, until the cultist is at last led down the steps in a city's back alley or a the basement of decrepit house of ill repute, to the entrance of Y'golonac's prison: a vast, filthy, underground *City of Bricks", attended by Y'golonac and its servants and paramours, filled with mind-shattering horrors and physically debilitating pleasures beyond human imagination, monstrous sensual delights from which no sane or healthy cultist has ever returned.

Besides these cultists who are ultimately welcomed into Y'golonac's endless City of Bricks, there are also those for whom Y'golonac has a higher purpose, who are not permitted to indulge in the ultimate pleasures of Y'golonac's most unspeakable mysteries, but instead act as the entity's prophets and evangelists: pimps and traffickers, dealers and pushers, photographers and writers, collectors and inventors, artists and surgeons, and proprietors of shops with tiny, grubby back rooms festooned with grimy shelves filled with the cults's exclusive, specialty, privately-pressed magazines, pamphlets, computer disks, video and audio cassettes, devices, costumes, and the like: irresistible bait for the ultimate sensual trap that lay within the nightmare walls of Y'golonac's subterranean City of Bricks....

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