Dejim Nebrahl

'Born on the eve of the death of the First Empire, when the streets of the city beyond burned and screams announced unrelieved slaughter.' (BH, Prologue)

'T'rolbarahl, demonic creations by the hand of Dessimbelackis himself, long before the Dark Hounds took shape in the Emperor's mind. T'rohlbarahl, misshapen errors in judgement, had been expunged, exterminated at the Emperor's own command. Blood-drinkers, eaters of human flesh, yet possessing depths of cunning even Dessimbelackis could not have imagined.'

'Seven T'rolbarahl had managed to impart something of their sould to a mortal woman.... a woman whom none would notice.... a M'ena Mahybe, for the seven faced D'ivers T'rolbarahl child swiftly growing within her..'

'He (dejim nebrahl) fed on some of them (Soletaken and D'ivers) as well, for he was smarter than they and quicker, and had not the Deragoth stumbled onto his trail....the Dark Hounds had a master in those days, a clever master, who excelled in ensnaring sorceries and, once decided upon a task, he would not relent.'

all above from (BH UK Tpb, p8)

'Dejim Nebrahl's seven souls became distinct from one another. D'ivers, yet far more so, not seven who are one, though that could be said to be true - but seven separate in identiy, independant yet together.' (BH UK Tpb, p.9)

His creator had meant him and his kind to be guardians of the First Empire.  Thus the conjoining of bloods, making the sense of perfection strong, god-like.  Too strong, of course.  The T’rolbarahl would not be ruled by an imperfect master. (BH)

'We were born masters and all humanity were rightly our slaves. If only Dessimbelackis had not betrayed us. His own children.' (BH UKTpb, p.178)

Paran to Hedge :'The First Emperor's gravest mistake, attempting to create his own version of an Elder God'

'They set it free, under a geas, they gave their own blood to it - the blood of six High Mages, priests and priestesses of the Nameless Ones - the fools sacrificed themselves' (BH UK Tpb, p.343)

'Enough blood to spawn replacements for those he had lost in the ambush; perhaps enough blood to fashion yet another, an eighth.' (BH UKTpb, p.356)