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The feral god of lust, beaten to death by Harpocrates with the flesh ball and damned to Nothing.
Yarilo — nephew or cousin or half-brother of Emberus, probably all three, by Carl's reckoning — was a feral god and therefore not immortal on the sixty-fourth level. Harpocrates chased him across Shanty Town and beat him senseless with The Ball of Flesh, and Yarilo scrambled and fled, throwing ineffectual chunks of buildings, one of which sailed over Carl's head and crashed into the Nest Tower.
He begged: "Stop! Not my face. Anything but my face!" His last weak "Please!" was cut off by a terrible wet splatch as Harpocrates slammed the ball down. The system announced that a deity had fallen, that Yarilo was damned to The Nothing, and that his death had angered the gods and made the heavens tremble with rage. The Scavenger's Daughter looked away though her eyes remained open, and its benefit from Yarilo faded. Samantha wept in chat over his death.
A huge humanoid with long blond hair, seemingly some sort of elf-like creature — enormous, but significantly smaller than Harpocrates and dwarfed by the ball he was killed with.
Feral god of lust killed on the battlefield, whose death enrages the heavens.
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