The Inquisitor from Hell. The Terror of Sfela. The Maw of Spana. These are but scratching the surface of the many titles and epithets that Iliyana has gained in her three decades drawing breath.

Born with a hunger insatiable, Iliyana had drained the resources of her wealthy parents. Even as a baby, she needed multiple wetnurses just to keep her from crying; and the cost of her diet only grew as she did. Iliyana alone began to drive her family to fiscal ruin, and so, at the mere age of seven, Iliyana woke up not in the bed she had fallen asleep in, but in the halls of the nearest temple, her family nowhere to be seen.

Oh, little Iliyana gave the priests and the nuns watching her trouble. Screaming, crying, kicking, scratching, biting - it was hard to imagine a child looking as frail and emaciated as she putting up such a fight, but in the natural panic induced by her abandonment, she had the strength of three full-grown men. It took iron chains to keep her from assaulting her new caretakers, to keep her from running off back to her former home.

A month passed before Iliyana stopped calling for her mom and dad. Another three before the chains came off. Iliyana did not run, as she had tried to do. Instead, she simply submitted to the temple's itinerary - and at the age of eight, under the promise of larger meals and a proper education, Iliyana took the vow of the clergy.

And before long, Iliyana began to pray before the statue of Spana. To the rest of Kashkavania, Spana was nothing more than a messenger, the one who carried prayers and sacrifices to the other, more important gods. But in Sfela, where burning remained the dominant tradition for offerings, Spana was a more important goddess. She was not only the one who carried the prayers and offerings to the gods; she commanded the hearth, the kitchen, and the feast, to ensure offerings were good and plentiful. It is not difficult to see why Iliyana, still so afflicted that her cheeks were gaunt and her ribs showed even through her clergy attire, chose Spana as her patron.

The fact that she shared Iliyana's blonde hair and blue eyes certainly helped, at any rate.

Years passed, and Iliyana fell into a routine. Sleeping, praying, and eating became all she did. But the empty, painful feeling remained. Even as the portions she was offered increased to well beyond what even the high priests could eat in a day, she remained as thin as a rail. Her skin was pale, her hair wispy, and so little separating the skin from the bone that it was considered a miracle she was still able to move. Even during and after puberty, Iliyana remained small, dainty, and seemed to be one misplaced step away from her deathbed, and she grew ever more distant from her peers. Even her voice remained thin, almost like a whisper.

Only her piercing, determined glare gave any impression that there was still a consciousness bouncing around in that head, rather than a puppet on autopilot.

Then, one fateful day, Iliyana finally snapped. Barely able to think over the incessant rumbling that shook her entire body, let alone hear her own prayers, Iliyana was toppled from her knees by a stampede from the rest of the clergy. Panic had struck them when a single slime girl, in search of food, slipped into the temple.

The poor slime wasn't looking to hurt or even scare anyone, and at the sight of everyone fleeing, even she took pause, and was about to turn around when she heard an elderly priest cry out. The next thing she saw was Iliyana bringing his cane down upon her core. Again and again Iliyana bludgeoned the slime, possessed by the same madness that had compelled the clergy to put her in chains years ago. Then, when the slime could barely keep herself together, Iliyana slurped her like a smoothie.

And for the first time she could remember, her stomach no longer hurt. It was happy...Spana must have answered her prayers in this way, she thought. As much as Iliyana loves Spana, so too does Spana love her!

Thus began Iliyana's Inquisition.

Now, Iliyana's temple is the center of power on the island of Sfela, with Iliyana as the de facto ruler. To the humans on Sfela alone, she is popular; she hunts the monsters, and ensures the richest of harvests by selling the fertilizer from her hunts. And to her credit, she cares little what the common folk do, so long as they pay their dues and do the perform the duties that the gods prescribe unto the layfolk - Spana's duties in particular.

Iliyana herself has grown large in more than a few ways. Towering at 7'3.5" - or about 222 centimeters - she is far from the frail skeleton she used to be, padded with fat and muscle. An arsenal of weapons and a deep mana pool makes her one of the most terrifying things to walk the surface of Kashkavania, a reputation that she wholeheartedly embraces. Only her unsettlingly thin voice is a sign she's even the same woman she used to be.

Those monsters that could fly or swim and have seen the writing on the wall have already fled; and the ones that can only walk try to get on the few ships that will still take them to the main continent. But the numbers are growing thin, and whispered reports indicate that Iliyana has begun expanding her hunting grounds to the continent...

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This is a commission from  Leshawk! Been meaning to get this Fat Bitch Who Is Evil drawn, and the result is glorious. Don't you agree~? That big, soft belly, those crazy yet glowing eyes, the drool...Delightful. The sheer girth on this bitch - she might even be fatter than Perfect Ilias was! (Fitting, though, since Ilias is a not-so-subtle influence on her design and personality.) And the candles are also a palette template, while also working diagetically in the image itself! (Is diagetically the right word to use?)

I have two other pics of her in the works. One will be showing the younger, pre-vore Iliyana, to show just how frail she was; and the other will show her in full and proper Power Armor, because frankly, power armor is fucking cool.

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