Graun the Elder harbored dangerous delusions of grandeur. He was a powerful wizard, a summoner who spent years evoking ever fouler spawn from the Abyss, yet always he felt that he stood but on the threshold of understanding, that the truth of the universe lay but a span beyond his fingertips. His summonings became ever more dangerous, until finally one night a being beyond his ken appeared within his circle, an inhuman creature that ignored his commands as it extended an oily pseudopod across the circle that was supposed to contain it.
Panicked, Graun fled his summoning chamber, and feverishly began preparing his defenses, yet the monstrosity was not interested in him. Instead, it descended three levels in Graun's tower, and entered the chamber of his daughter Olmira, who had been born insane and restrained to her room ever since.
The next morning there was no sign of the creature, and Olmira seemed cured of her madness. Relieved and confused, Graun welcomed her back into his life, and sought to educate her as best he could, teaching her the rudiments of language which she voraciously learned.
To his horror, however, Graun realized three months later that Olmira was pregnant. Divinatory magic revealed that she had been impregnated by the summoned monster, whose touch had somehow healed her mind.
Olmira's stomach grew ever larger, unnaturally so, until Graun realized that the baby gestating within her womb was growing to adulthood within her body. Frantic, he consulted sages, demons, and worse, and was warned: if he did not deliver the baby himself, it would kill his daughter when it finally sought to emerge.
Sickened, Graun summoned a fiend and promised it to gift it whatever grew within his daughter if it would only steal it away without harming her. The fiend agreed, and after a horrific night, Olmira's stomach flattened - and all her precious thoughts and knowledge fled as her ravening madness returned.
The baby was horrific, sound of body but warped of face, with a visage that was cephalodic and perverse. It grew in abject servitude under the fiend in a layer of the Abyss, knowing little more than suffering and pain. Yet its mind seemed immune to the privations it experienced, and always it rose back to its feet no matter how many times it was battered down.
For something called to Tithinius, a voice from beyond the stars, and finally when his fiendish master came to slay him, grown afraid of the Tiefling's presence and mind, Tithinius sprouted vast, black wings, and soared away into the night.
He spent years pondering the mysteries of the Dark Tapestry, during which he acquired his helm, and slowly turned his attention to his own heritage. He learned of his Qlippoth ancestry, and found in their horrific nature something he could admire and aspire to. Thus he adopted their feud against the demons, and making his way to Sigil, began to seek a means to undermine and destroy the creatures that had cast his own ancestors into the deepest hole of the Abyss.
