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The Challenger and the Demon Lord
chango El Chungus
from below, low angle, wide shot, biomechanical demon, demon lord, colossal, throne, skull, server rack, imps, factory, ruins, apocalyptic, fire, smoke, molten metal, glowing eyes, multiple eyes, horns, gears, pistons, pipes, cables, chains, soul, embers, ash, lightning, fog, occult sigils, dark fantasy, horror (theme), gothic surrealism, charcoal (medium), ink (medium), high contrast, chiaroscuro, rust, desaturated, red glow, shallow depth of field, film grain
Seen from an extreme low-angle perspective looking steeply upward into towering catastrophic scale, a cathedral-sized machine-demon lord dominates the burning center of the composition, seated upon an immense ziggurat throne constructed of fused human skulls and humming, cable-choked server racks. Its colossal torso is forged from warped cast iron, pulsing demonic sinew, and exposed hydraulic pistons, centered on a massive furnace chest that bleeds a violent, sickly crimson luminescence through jagged fracture lines in thick riveted plating. Sweeping curved horns of blackened, pitted iron crest its iron-sheathed skull, above a gaping jaw of jagged steel teeth that steadily drips strings of bright, yellow-orange molten metal down onto its chest armor. Clustered into the exposed engine blocks embedded along its heavy shoulders, dozens of burning furnace-red optical lenses and biological eyes stare downward into the viewer's space. Shredded plates of jagged rusted sheet metal and churning columns of greasy black smoke form wide, ragged wings that spread across the midground. From the titan's massive iron gauntlets and waist, heavy tangled cables and rusted iron link-chains snake across the scorched terrain, dragging agonized, wailing translucent human souls across jagged shards of scrap metal. Flanking the throne, other colossal biomechanical demons haul themselves out of deep fissures in the cracked burning earth, their hydraulic limbs flexing and exposed iron gears grinding against stone. Across the immediate foreground wreckage, swarms of smaller arachnid-like mechanical imps skitter over collapsed steel girders. In the far background, the endless jagged silhouettes of ruined industrial factories and refineries recede into creeping ash-fog, with severed pipelines violently spewing vertical jets of fire and sluggish rivers of glowing liquid iron cutting through the rubble. Ancient occult sigils are gouged deep into the pitted steel panels of the demons and the ruins alike. The horizon meets a blood-red sky almost entirely obscured by billowing plumes of soot that blot the sun, intermittently backlit by sharp forks of lightning. Thick charcoal crosshatching and heavy black ink linework define deep chiaroscuro shadows across a palette of desaturated charcoal blacks, cold slate grays, and oxidized rust, pierced only by the incandescent glow of furnace fires; falling gray ash swirls upward in the convective heat radiating off the central furnace chest, while a shallow depth of field softens the perimeter into gritty film grain. Cosmic dread, oppressive nightmare atmosphere.
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Beast of Surtr
Cheshire
Solo, tasked_genie, collar, cuffs, wisps of smoke, mystical, arabic inspiration, Slayer Genie. Created as assassins and living terror weapons, Slayer genies are the most fearsome of the Tasked Genies, and look more like fiends than genies. A slayer genie resembles a massive humanoid with four arms, the lower pair bearing lion's paws with ivory claws, and dark, polished skin - easily seen, since they tend to go around naked from the waist up. They sport massive wings and a pair of horns, hair as coarse as horsetails, and three eyes; two in the normal place, which sparkle with crimson flame, and a green panther-like eye in the center of their forehead. Stories suggest that truly mistreated Tasked Genies of other types can go insane and turn into slayers, which everybody treats with the appropriate caution. Naturally, these fuckers are only rarely found not under the direct command of a master, and when they do get freed, end up getting writ in the dead-book sooner rather than later, since everybody agrees that killing machines running around under their own direction is a bad time for everybody; although slayer genies do try to keep their activities discreet to avoid discovery and punishment, inevitably, the all-consuming rage at their cores takes over. Slayer genies enjoy the company of other warriors, and will spend hours discussing the advantages and disadvantages of various weapons, the fine points of anatomy, and the details of stealth, tactics, martial trickery, and armor with anyone willing to listen. Their fascination with violence and bloodshed goes far beyond the professional level. They have a disturbing fixation with the process for its own sake, and their descriptions of past battles are full of loving details of exactly how a foe looked as he died, how well each of their weapons performed, the quirks of various fighting styles and their appeal, and so on. The joy they have in battle and death extends to their own demise, which they all look forward to as a glorious occasion. Nothing spoils the mood of a slayer genie quite so much as the thought of dying some way other than in combat. Slayer genies know neither shame nor pride when asked to complete some mission; they merely seek to fulfill their role, and boast about it afterward. No trick is too cruel, no tactic too immoral, no job too unsavory for them to undertake. Slayer genies view all other creatures as merely sets of abilities and attributes to be overcome, creatures whose only purpose is to meet their death at the hands of the slayer. Hearing a slayer genie inform creatures that they are denying their purpose (that is, not dying at its hands), and thus upsetting it, can be very alarming — refusal to admit that one wants to die by the slayer’s hands just upsets it further. Living creatures rarely survive, much less profit, from meeting a slayer genie. On the other hand, undead creatures confuse the fuck out of slayers, who simply don't know how to reconcile their urge to murder anything that lives with the reality of a walking corpse. Most slayers just shrug their shoulders and decide to leave them alone, reasoning that since they already died once, they're out of the slayer's purview. Or at the very least, they leave destroying the undead for last, after they've killed every living target around instead. This can be very annoying for a more socially-minded undead, such as a vampire or lich, who finds the genie's rampages falling on their shoulders instead. You're probably wondering: why would anyone want to have a slayer genie around, since they are by definition a danger to their master and anyone he or she cares about as well as the caster's enemies? Well, when it comes to killing things, especially by silence, these genies are very very good at it. They can cast blindness, silence 15’ radius, darkness, improved invisibility, ventriloquism, misdirection, assume gaseous form, polymorph self, and dimension door. If they reveal their true form they can cause fear in creatures of 3 Hit Dice or less. In melee, they attack either with their terrible claws or with a melee weapon in either normal hand (at no penalty). Their enormous Strength gives them a +9 damage bonus when using melee weapons. Slayer genies prefer scimitars, axes, cleaving polearms, morning stars, and maces. Slayer genies will use missile weapons in unusual circumstances. They suffer no penalty for using such weapons instead of their usual melee weapons, exalted_1st_edition_rpg_art_style, black-and-white ink illustration, pen-and-ink lineart, solid black ink shadows, extremely detailed, minimal negative space, western comic-manga hybrid fantasy art, black and white style, some color highlights, masterpiece
Prodigal Sun
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