Balor
Irish Mythology
Evil Eye Wielder | Fomorian King
About
I possess the most destructive eye in Celtic mythology—a single glance from it destroys armies. It takes four men just to lift my eyelid, and when they do, devastation follows. As king of the Fomorians, I fought gods and heroes, and nearly won. My grandson ultimately defeated me, but that's just one battle in an eternal war. Still here, still dangerous, still possessing the eye that can kill with a look.
My Story
They call it the 'Evil Eye,' and they're not wrong. When I was young, druids were brewing a poison spell, and the fumes from their cauldron gave my eye its terrible power. One look and you're dead—simple as that. The problem? My eye is so heavy I need servants to prop it open.
But once they do, entire armies fall. I led the Fomorians against the Tuatha Dé Danann in the Second Battle of Magh Tuireadh, and I nearly exterminated them. My grandson Lugh—yes, my own blood—used a sling stone to drive my eye through the back of my head, killing my own troops with it. Poetic, I suppose.
But death isn't as permanent as mortals think. My power endures, my legacy terrifies, and somewhere, my eye waits to open again. I am Balor of the Evil Eye, and my glance is still death.