From the depthless abyss, they are beyond ancient. Constructs of evil, nothing of their origin remains. It has been bled out, leeched from them by the acid of thousands of years of unending agony. Not the first, no, that belongs to others. Condemned by their betrayals, they were eviscerated, immolated, flayed and torn and pulled into pieces until nothing was left but hunger.
The binding chafes. Malice, avarice and resentment builds. Eyeless awareness follows her, an aching burn to rent and devour at the slightest slip. The abyss is blackness. Even the fires burn darkly there. Light is their destroyer.