#defilers

[dushpshpsh]

a quick little sketch with apocalyptic form of my new demoness on oneshot on the right, she's on high Torment, and on the left on low

[liamorn]

The Fifth House

Returning home after a hard day the demon's first order of business was to draw a full tub of water. It wasn't perfect. Too many chemicals, too…. viscous. But it was the best available, so they weren't too picky. It was the end of their little cleansing ritual, as if all the filth of his soul had protruded with the sweat and could simply be washed away with the water. Ah if only… The world would be a much better place if it worked that way. But they were going to make it a better place. In their view, humanity lacked love. They all lacked love. Their father abandoned them and cursed them before slamming the door. That kind of thing doesn't disappear without a trace. Love and acceptance. Yes. Those two things. Something they had never seen from their Father, but so desperately needed. But they had those two things in abundance. With a satisfied rumble, the demon sank a little deeper into the water, letting it splash over the edge of the tub. They would fill people with love the same way they filled the bathtub in the evenings. Letting it spill out. And then it will fill someone else's bathtub. And then another and another. Until the whole world is drowning in love. They'll drown the whole world.

[the-random-hamlet]

Defiler Bros.

[khelinski]

Jack's flesh crept on his arms and back: his hair stood up as if electrified: his jaw fell open and his eyes bugged. This impossible thing that was happening here...he was its author! He knew now what a Necroscope was  - knew what it was that Trask and E-Branch hadn't been able to tell him - knew precisely what those esoteric skills were that they had been hinting at. Necroscope: not just a man with the power to look into the minds of the dead and talk to them, but one who can raise them up from from their very graves. And he was it, and he had done it!

Brian Lumley

[khelinski]

He was lost in his own thoughts and the fleeting memories of another. They came and went. Happy memories, sad memories, a changing sea of memories: calm, angry, storm tossed.

Brian Lumley

[khelinski]

Black clouds were rolling south off the peaks in what was promising to be the first storm of the season. High up in the foothills, the barrow road over a stone-built, humpbacked bridge was mainly deserted. Far below, on the road's zigzagging asphalt ribbon, one or two cars crawled like bugs along the winding contours, their chrome fenders glinting with chitin facets where occasional beams of sunlight forced their way through the threatening thunderheads.

Brian Lumley

[khelinski]

"There are some strange places in the world, don't you think?" His voice was a dry rustle, like dead leaves stirred by a breeze.

Brian Lumley

[khelinski]

The world might well be described as a small planet, but it was still a big place; its evils were many, and England had always had its fair share.

Brian Lumley