Rotbelly

Zharr Goroth whips bit into Rotbelly's hide.  They drove him forward, into a blackiron cage to be loaded onto one of their massive daemon engines.  The Daemon Whisperer stepped forward, raised his left hand, and gazed into Rotbelly's soul.  Rotbelly felt an unnatural sense of calm wash over him.  Before he even noticed what was happening, the cage was slammed shut, and he was being carted across the countryside, black smog belching from the engine's daemoniac smokestacks.

The Hand of The Pit

It's got the will of The Pit - In its hands

It's got the mommas and the poppas - In its hands

It's got the unwary children - In its hands

It's got the whole ruin in its hands.

- Nursery rhyme