Steampunk, lovecraftian, flesh automaton, minigin for an arm, axe in other hand, degrading, rusty, evil

Made with Condemnation, flesh and metal, the Ghastly Automatons roam the ruins of the Blood planes. They were once defenders of the Master Creators, Genius inventors who developed ways of trapping the eldritch terrors who had spread fear amongst the cosmos for thousands of years. The inventors own minds were their downfall, they figured out ways to create new worlds and closed themselves away in their laboratories to work on destroying these worlds in an effort to banish evil once and for all. In the time it took them to complete their mission, all had already been lost. The ancient ones had extracted their laboratories and exiled them to "the statics", an area where nothing exists and everything is nothing. Nobody knows what happened to them after as nothing can ever return from the statics. Their automatons serve only as a reminder that we are all only toys, chess pieces to the ancient ones. They are all powerful and cannot be defeated by anyone of the blood planes.