This disgusting creature appears to be a heap of glistening flesh mounted on three stumpy legs. Blood and pus leak from its many sphincters, giving its body a slippery appearance. A single feeler samples the air through sucking nostrils.
Kalabons are devils spawned from the rotting flesh of the Hag Countess’s carcass. Though she is dead, her essence lives on in their minds.
Kalabons fight in small groups called colonies. Usually, a colony of kalabons breaks itself down into its individual pieces to better swarm over an area in search of food. When a kalabon sights prey, it lets out an awful, shrill screech. The other kalabons in the colony answer in kind, surrounding the poor victims with a chorus of horrid noise. The kalabons then assemble into one or two larger masses before moving to attack. If a kalabon is on the verge of defeat, it breaks into its component pieces so each can attempt to flee.
Kalabons are the living remains of the Hag Countess, an unexpected byproduct of Glasya’s victory over her rival. After Malagard’s death, sections of her flesh retained fragments of her memories. Trapped in a state of maddening pain, they tore themselves free from the carcass to seek their own fates.
Tortured creatures, they are driven by a perverse compulsion to clump together and rebuild their mistress, but the only thing they desire is denied to them by their enslavement to Glasya. Thus, they must bide their time, suffering the psychic screams of their progenitor until the day they can rise from their sorry state and restore the Countess to her former might.
Kalabons reproduce by budding. When one has devoured enough food, it becomes swollen and distended before popping into two kalabons with a hideous, retching sound.
The Hag Countess’s psychic anguish distracts kalabons from doing much more than collapsing into heaps to weep pitiably, muttering and grumbling between shaking sobs. To comfort each other, they seek out others of their kind and pile on top of each other, forming heaps of quivering flesh not unlike massive tumors. Groups left alone eventually merge into one larger, nastier creature. Even isolated or active groups of kalabons swell with corrup- tion, bloating and expanding into larger versions of the common kalabon.
They hate everything and everyone. In fact, unless compelled otherwise by their mistress Glasya, they kill anything they encounter in Malbolge. Even when dealing with their mistress, one occasionally lashes out, forcing the archduchess to destroy them with startling regularity.
