Bapitoms, the god of plagues, disease and all things profane. Death would've been his realm had Murdok not bore any children, but with Atheina trapped in her prison and him having no way to get to her, he was forced to stay in his place, for death would never be his domain.
Like the leeches he commands, he feasts on the lively and the faithful, drawing their strength to boast himself, he stands amongst the many gods that see no use for their flock other than being their servants.
Stooping so low as to use the powers of his enemies–the demon lord- he corrupted his land himself and used his zombified followers as a means to draw on their power. Every second of their existence was spent in a stupor, all the while, in their minds they chanted his praises and prayed to him nonstop. The few moments they drew clarity were often used to perform necessary tasks like eating and commuting, however, beyond that the people had little control over themselves.
