Lore: Lazarod and The Renaissance of Man

In Chapter I of Bedevilment, Third Codex of the Heretic Parable, it is recorded:

The Devilking of the hellish realm known as Dystopia, Mosegh Berob (Moh-Sedj Bare-Obb), had watched Epoch for seemingly an eternity from beyond the Starvoid. His vitriolic blood boiled with a desire to own the beautiful and colorful world. Mosegh had grown bored with Dystopia. The sick pleasure he had gotten from enslaving his way to being the devilking had dwindled, there were no further subjects in the Hell he didn't own. Now that he was the Devilking, it was time to make his move upon the glorious world.

To prepare for the invasion of Epoch, Mosegh Berob had to first plant an avatar upon the world. In order to do this, he literally needed to sire himself upon a woman native to the lands. He could not do this across the Starvoid, and could not cross the void without being sired. Thus, he compelled a familiar spirit to his service to soil a virgin daughter of a warlock. The familiar spirit was happy to do this, as he held a secret lust for the girl and a hatred for his "moronic" Dal'Daian warlock.

Mosegh anticipated the fruit of his whim with seething fervor, and was pleased with the vile fiend for his willingness to serve and the brutal manner in which he did. The wizard violently killed the familiar when he discovered the sickening act, which was even better for Berob's plans. At the eve of the Sommerternn Harvest the child was born, bursting violently from the body of the mother, a viscera and gore soaked reincarnation of the familiar as an avatar of the Devilking Mosegh Berob. Mosegh was pleased, and named his newnson "Lazarod".

Lazarod was more than grateful to his progenitor, and he created a mask of bronze to cover his devilish appearance to begin a 'secret', cult to the devilking, under the deceitful promises of power and prosperity to devoted followers, asking nothing in return except their devotion. In reality, these promises were all honest and would all be fulfilled. "Peace for power." The simple message of the cult spread by word of mouth exceedingly fast, thanks to both the greediest and kindest of human hearts and many men laid down their swords.

A Renaissance was ushered in. People saw Lazarod as a prophet, a hero. Bards sang ballads of Lazarod and his message of peace. Artisans placed depictions of the prophet on their craft, tapestries, pitchers, paintings, countless fables and tales written. People earnestly believed his message was helping, and it was. Mankind truly gained a concept of itself, even if only to soon have it challenged. Lazarod was conspiring with Mosegh Berob, and in secret they laughed for hours whilst communicating across the starvoid through flames tainted with a single drop of Lazarods blood.

Lazarod, Prophet of Man and Peace.

"The Renaissance of Man" is also chronicled in Chapter IV, "The Prophet of Peace", in the eponymous First Opus of Man.