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Death vs Desease – Redraw Edition

This piece is a full redraw of one of my older works (second picture) — a scene I always liked in concept but felt deserved a level-up in execution.

This piece is my reinterpretation of a dramatic clash between Death and Desease — a fan-inspired scene set in a dark fantasy universe, with personal flair and upgraded effects: dynamic movement, glowing scythes, magical defense, and swirling ash from a devastating strike.

I focused on layering atmospheric depth, character tension, and that signature “pre-impact silence” feel — the moment before chaos bursts.

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"Bound in Crystal"

The dim light of the chamber barely illuminated by Disease silhouette as she sat at the edge of the bath, lost in thought. Footsteps echoed, pulling her from her reverie. Turning, she saw him—Death, as cold and resolute as the void itself. There was no warning, no time for protest. His approach seemed almost tender, arms extending as though to comfort her. But the moment his touch met her, everything shattered. A fleeting pain, a whispered goodbye, and then—silence.

She awoke in darkness, a crystalline prison shimmering faintly around her. Her voice, trembling and desperate, called out into the void, only to be met with an eternal stillness. Meanwhile, the crystal hung unnoticed around his neck, hidden among his armor—a silent testament to a burden only he could bear. In her new reality, she was trapped, her essence confined, yet a part of him always. Together, but worlds apart.

P.s. Before Death began to go against his Nephilim brothers, he first killed Disease, the one who was dear to him, and kept her soul separately, which he used in the future as a spy.

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"The Gaze of the Mysterious Man"

Thoughts of Diseases

Among all the nephilim, it was easy to fade into the background. They didn't show emotions, they never cared for the weak, and they certainly didn’t spare any attention for those who weren’t worthy of it. So, when I first noticed his gaze, something in me immediately stirred.

He was… different. Cold, mysterious, with that unspoken power only older nephilim seemed to have. They never pay attention to the likes of me. We're the younger ones, not worth their time. They always look down on us, with a cold, indifferent disdain. And that’s exactly why his gaze unnerved me.

He was watching me, not trying to hide it, and I could feel his eyes cutting through me, down to my very core. All the thoughts, all the emotions I tried to hide… they were laid bare in front of him. It wasn’t just a passing glance — it was a piercing gaze that seemed to drink everything in.

I tried to ignore him, but it was impossible. Why was he looking at me like this? It wasn’t the usual disdainful stare of an older nephilim, simply brushing past. This was something more, something that made my heart race and my blood run cold with unease.

It terrified me, because I knew — that gaze demanded more than just attention. It was asking for something else.

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In those days, when the Nephilim still bowed to Lilith, she introduced the "new toy" to Death—Disease. Shy and hesitant, Disease couldn’t meet his gaze, her eyes lowered in unease. Lilith presented her with a teasing smile, while Death, though silent, noticed the flicker of hope in her eyes beneath the surface of her discomfort. Disease stood there, caught between her fear and the strange allure of his presence.

p.s. I've always wanted to add earrings to this brutal Nephilim, and I have to say, they look pretty good.

Spoiler: Disease was lucky that Death showed his coolness and didn't touch her.

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My best nephilim sisters ❤️ Artemisia (left) and Disease (right) are close friends. Both are scouts. Both are cheerful. Despite their differences in character (Artemisia is a con artist and a cunning fox, and Disease is actually good-natured, although outwardly she behaves with restraint so that no Nephilim would think that she is weak) they are both wonderful scouts. They also like to joke about their Nephilim brothers and sisters. The Disease feared Death's attention. She didn't know what he thought of her and Astoria. Perhaps he condemned their idleness.

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He taught me how to make weapons. And I accepted this knowledge. I drank them up with greed. As long as he doesn't kill me. If only he thought I was useful. I did everything to survive.

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В поисках храма.

Опасаясь страха за собственную жизнь, Болезнь представляется Смерти, как Странница, и что она знает множество секретов древних миров. На удивление, Всадник поверил ей. Он искал способ востановить Третье Царство, дабы дать людям шанс. Смерть просит Странницу помочь с картой, которая оказалась настолько древней, что ни одно существо не могло понять данный язык. 

Поняв, что в ее руки попала необычайная редкость, Странница соглашается помочь Смерти. Она сообщает, что это дорога в Царство Тумана, чье государство давно вымерло, но осталось огромное культурное наследие. Записи гласили, что в храме скрыто оружие необычайной силы, способное дать возможность людям дать отпор. 

Герои отправляются в путь, дабы разыскать даное оружие...

И лишь Болезнь надеялась, что их совместная дорога не будет долгой.....

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Посвящение в воины.

Болезнь ждала этот день. День, когда она будет достойна носить знак воина. Знак, который дает ей право воевать бок о бок со своими братьями и сестрами. 

Амнон торжественно достал свой кинжал и жестом пригласил нефилимку. Старший брат и близкий друг удобно пристроился около плеча девушки, дабы клеймо получилось идеальным. 

Боль была невыносимой, но Болезнь  терпела, ведь ощущение эти меркли перед предвкушением показать в бою, на что она действительно способна. 

Ведь великий Авессалом пообещал, что скоро нефилимы обретут свой дом.