|"I saw it! Ask anyone! ...except her. Don't ask her."
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|"In the migrainous straits of deep sleep, there is a marsh where candle-flames buzz like wasps."
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"Who is Mr Eaten? A good question. Not a wise one." (If you find the answer to this, you'll wish you didn't know.)
"I have so often been consumed."
Mr Eaten is an ancient, mysterious emptiness, a voice, a hunger. Something is wrong here. The circumstances surrounding his death, during the fall of the Third City, continue to cast a shadow over events in the Neath. Almost all of the who, what, and why surrounding this creature are waterlogged in mysteries so deep that they drown even the most resilient of enquirers. One thing is known, however: a reckoning will not be postponed indefinitely.
"The light on the edge of sleep was mine. I was Mr Candles. I will not be again."
Formerly known as Mr Candles, he was one of the eleven Masters of the Bazaar, overseeing trade in candles and holding authority over dreams. Alongside Mr Cups (or Wines), he was likely responsible for the Fall of the First City.
The Second City was a major setback for the Bazaar, as the Masters were imprisoned in a tomb overlooked by the Salt Lions. As a result, the Masters and the Bazaar began to starve, and in their desperation, decided that Candles was a liability.
"Is it opening, now, does it open? Are there snares we can grasp, to place them tinily in our flesh, as we will take the flesh of Vake-the-betrayer, black as the knives? Dear deep void those knives. My flesh was not meant for them. And their teeth like the tenderness of insects. Ah, ah, ah, ah."
At some point around 900-1000 CE, the Bazaar arranged for the purchase of the Third City, offering its priest-kings the flesh of a god as their price. Mr Veils lured Mr Candles to the Third City under false pretenses of a minor offering, but this was in fact a betrayal. The priest-kings consumed his flesh, becoming the God-Eaters, and what remained was drowned in a lacrimonial well. His remains were likely buried somewhere in the northernmost reaches of the Neath.
Following Candles' death, the Masters erased all records of his existence and knowledge of his name.
Mr Eaten still holds considerable power and influence over the Neath, despite his death. He is capable of projecting his voice from the roar of deep water or as an echo from wells, but is at his most powerful in Parabola, and as such he communicates mainly through dreams. He holds a bitter grudge against the Bazaar and the Masters, and Veils in particular, and is actively seeking revenge against them. He seems to have a strong influence in the northern area of Void's Approach, and his worshipers can be found in the Chapel of Lights.
Mr Eaten is allied closely with the Lorn-Flukes and the Rubbery Men, and has his own human servants, known as Seekers of the Name, who receive his commands through dreams. Dreams sent by Mr Eaten generally involve themes of water, candles, and cannibalism, as well as an overarching command to travel North.