Malferion

Malferion, the Prime Inferno, is the god of Chaos in its most terrifying form: not as freedom or unpredictability, but as total unraveling. He is entropy incarnate, the god who delights not in battle, but in collapse. Stars dim in his wake, magic forgets its shape, and reality frays like worn cloth.

He was not born. He ignited.

Described by ancient texts as a maelstrom of flame, shadow, and jagged geometry, Malferion has no true form—only approximations. His presence causes time to flicker, gravity to ripple, and logic itself to recoil. He speaks in choruses, each voice contradicting the other, and wherever he manifests, meaning disintegrates.

In the first great age of divine reckoning, Malferion sought not conquest, but deconstruction. Entire planes fell to him, not through invasion, but by forgetting what they were. In desperation, a triad of Overdeities—Torunomax, Arcanoxis, and Celethyra—joined forces to seal him within the Cage of Eternities, a prison built from pure balance.

Each god contributed something vital: Torunomax’s light to hold back shadow, Arcanoxis’s arcane lattice to bind his essence, and Celethyra’s regenerative life force to ensure the prison could never decay. The ritual cost them deeply—but it worked. Malferion was locked away beyond all planes, entombed outside of time and space.

Yet even bound, he is not silent.

His thoughts bleed into nightmares. His cults, known as the Fractured Flame, believe the universe is a lie held together by denial—and that Malferion’s return will cleanse it of false order. These zealots don’t always preach doom; many masquerade as philosophers, artists, or scholars who whisper new truths meant to unmake consensus. Some sew chaos politically, others through forbidden magic. A few simply set fires and call it prophecy.

Miracles attributed to Malferion are violent and unpredictable: storms that speak, spells that change schools mid-casting, or cities that forget their own names. Occasionally, a being is “touched” by him—marked with a spiral scar, they become a walking paradox, immune to divination and incapable of dying the same way twice.

Even in his absence, Malferion is feared by gods and mortals alike. Some claim the Cage of Eternities grows weaker with each age of order. Others insist he’s already begun to dream himself into the cracks between reality. And a few cults don’t want to free him.

They believe he never left.