#arch devil

[frankiedoart]

Still drawing sexy devils. Also still obsessed with coloring highlighters and my colorful lights

[apocalypticromantic666]

Roaring flame carved blackened swaths through the tiny village and thick, dark smoke hung heavily in the air, stinging eyes, burning lungs and throats and all that the people held dear to them.

The majority of the villagers fled into the night on either foot or horseback, leaving a trail of dropped personal possessions and dozens of stampeding footprints of both man and beast in their wake. A few souls chose to hide among the scorched carnage rather than dashing into the open, and they huddled in small groups, seeking safety in numbers from the towering demonic force of nature who proceeded to rain fire and fury upon their homes.

"Dark Aura Burst."

A powerful whip of his steely tail sent a massive shock wave of dark amethyst energy radiating out of him, and it rippled across a three-mile radius. Mighty oaks thrashed and roofs were blown off the huts which had yet to succumb his wrath. Hundreds of birds exploded out of the nearby tree line, shrieking in terror and adding to the cacophony of chaos. Deer and other small mammals darted blindly into the darkness as it sent a surge of nauseating fear and dread spilling into the veins of every living creature in the vicinity.

This initial assault was to rattle his enemy; to make them reek of fear so he knew the flavor and nature of his prey.

A deep inhale told him that every single one of them were merely human. Mortal. Weak.

"Aspect of the Devil: Legion Of Shadows."

The shadows cast by the golden firelight began to flicker, like tongues of black flame coming to life. They slithered forth from every nook and cranny to crawl over the straw and mud huts like black serpents. Their collective hiss sizzled beneath the crackle of flame and they gathered to weave together, taking their place in the shadow of their master before morphing into the shape of wings as he continued his path of destruction.

"Hellfire Wall." Malphas waved his arm as though to sweep the stars from the sky, and a colossal wall of flame swallowed the small huts dotting the edge of the village, burning them to cinders.

Any remaining citizens scattered like ants in sheer panic; their terrified screams were drowned by the eruption of fire which seemed to flare from the core of the Earth.

A racing heartbeat and the tinkling chain mail. The sound of a blade being drawn from a leather scabbard, and a rattle of metal being jarred by sprinting footsteps, dead ahead. All was detected by the demon's heightened sense of hearing long before he saw his opponent. A small man donning poorly-forged battle armor valiantly charged at him head-on through the rippling pyre. The only brave soul among the lot of them, it would appear.

'Brave indeed, but so very stupid.' The Archfiend mused.

"Aspect of the Devil: Razor Sharp claws." Malphas swung his extended talons before the man could aim a strike or even dodge, slicing clean through the his paper-thin armor, flesh and bone. A wide red arc of blood sprayed and splattered over the demon's face, and his assailant crumpled to the ground, mortally wounded. The Arch Devil walked over him and kept moving, never having missed a step.

Malphas' tongue swept over his lower lip, tasting the coppery sweet of blood as he wiped his face with the back of his hand, smearing crimson over his features like war paint.

He retracted his talons and stood in the center of his orchestrated Hell to admire his handiwork. His lips peeled back to reveal wetly glinting fangs in an insidious smile as the symphony of screams and chaos serenaded his ears. The atmosphere was buttery thick with the taste of wildfire, scorched earth, metallic blood and the tang of fear.

Beautiful.

A battle cry ripped through the air as yet another warrior came hurtling at him from behind in a coward's assault. Malphas' steel-plated tail swung with surgical precision and the spikes arming the broad tip cleaved into his legs. The limbs collapsed out from under him as gaping red maws of flesh and muscle opened wide just above each of his kneecaps. An agonized scream tore from his throat, and when the Devil pointed to him with a clawed finger, the serpentine shadows unraveled from their shape of Draconian wings and converged upon him as he silently commanded, like crows on a carcass.

He violently gagged when a inky coil of darkness took advantage of his open and screaming mouth by plunging in and slithering down his throat. Another girthy tentacle of shadow wound around the man's throat like a python, squeezing tighter and tighter until his face turned a ghastly shade of purple. Rivulets of ruby trickled from his fallen enemy's bulging eyes, and a wet gurgle bubbled from his throat as he rapidly succumbed to the lack of air. The corner of the demon's mouth tugged upward in an amused smirk, and his eyes glittered like chips of obsidian as he looked down his nose at his assailant. Malphas crouched over his pathetically writhing form, and the human could sense a primal danger rolling off him like toxic radiation; Hell, he could swear he felt evil seeping into his very pores. Even with the world around him burning, he felt his skin grow ice-cold with raw fear.

The Devil's eyes... the man would gasp out of fear if he could manage to draw any air into his lungs. Upon closer inspection, they were absent of pupils or sclera- in the place of eyes were what appeared to be finely cut gemstones. He initially thought them to be black, but now that he could really see them, the sparkling facets held the chilling color palette of Arctic glaciers beneath the night sky. They were hard, cold, and deceptive; like black ice.

"Leave him to suffer." The Devil ordered, his voice as dark and deep and bitter as the suffocating smoke. The shadow then retreated by whim of its Master.

The man choked and gasped, refilling his lungs with precious oxygen.

Malphas rose to his feet and turned to inferno, which painted his visage in molten gold. The shadows slithered away from the human as they were called off, much to his relief, and they wove around the demon to melt into his violet pinstriped tailcoat.

Shock rapidly set in, and the man could only watch as the six-foot-six demon clasped his hands casually behind his back and left him to walk among the fire, seemingly unaffected by the blistering heat; a true Devil.

From the Devil’s Plaything: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22593313/chapters/53993314

[dorgaorpha]

Fierna and Belial! Cool Creature conversions!

So here is another conversion a friend of mine asked me to do for her! The terrible twosome of Belial and his daughter Fierna! Converted from 3rd edition and 3.5, with Belial having influences from Pathfinder. I will work on Lair actions as well but just wanted to show tge progress I've made on these two! Please let me know how you like it, dislike it, and how it could be better or worse!

[meilon-soda]

My take on Demiurge from Overlord, haha surprisingly addicted to the series especially season 3 lol, and I think Demiurge is my fave from the series because of his and Ain's convos hahaha 😂😂😂  also been wanting to do a sketch of him for awhile now and I love how he's portrayed in the ending song of S3 sneering like a true sadistic fuck 😆.

Also still have slots available for commissions email with info on my page if interested 🖤🖤🖤

[weirdletter]

Asmodeus Arch Devil, by Juan Angel, via ArtStation.

[frankiedoart]

My Redesign of Glasya, ArchDevil of the 6th. 

One of my players has her as a Patron and it’s been really fun trying to portray her and her fiendish whims. Might draw her more later. 

[apocalypticromantic666]

Demiurge and his pretty diamond eyes. It’s dark here so I may retake these pics tomorrow when there is more light, but I think I’m pretty happy with it.

[apocalypticromantic666]

Malphas being the sexy beast that he is. ❤️ 

And fear fucking lord  I need to get a camera or scanner again. The camera on this phone is SHIT. SHIT, I tell you.