The moment Adimarchus was imprisoned, he saw Yasas shed his senility and transform into a dark-skinned fiend with six fingers on each hand.
He had deceived Adimarchus from beginning to end. In truth, he was Graz'zt's loyal son. (He had appeared in Athkatla.) In that moment, Adimarchus understood his own foolishness. Graz'zt had discovered Adimarchus's weakness—a long-buried desire for redemption, one Adimarchus had believed he had long since lost. Graz'zt used that weakness to bring Adimarchus down.
The truth drove Adimarchus mad. His futile redemption, his pathetic pursuit of love, had ultimately cost him his realm, his freedom, his sanity—everything. Dark Milaruk used these matters to torment him for fifty years. The lich-fiend's words stirred the demon lord's madness. More wicked than ever, Adimarchus craved freedom, power, revenge, and countless things other demons could scarcely possess. Destruction became the fallen angel's only thought. What Milaruk did not know was that Adimarchus's demonic madness granted him new power.
He could plant fragments of his consciousness into distant minds and twist them completely. Living creatures "touched" by Adimarchus became unbelievably drawn to him. The jailers were the most dangerous among Adimarchus's "children," and now that their attempt to rescue their "father" had failed, Adimarchus's will and fury bred something entirely new; he transformed into two distinct creatures, both filled with rage and willing to pay any price to escape Skullrot.
Adimarchus had two forms. The first was a beautiful androgynous angel with pale violet skin, golden tattoo-like patterns constantly shifting across his naked body, metallic golden wings sharp as blades, and black eyes. In this form, he wore a golden breastplate and wielded two weapons: a whip of light energy and a golden glove fitted with sharp bird-claw-like blades. His other form was an agile humanoid with gray-black skin, milky white eyes,