#demonic stuff

[leonelmolinari]

I've been practicing using the "Dream's End Come True" style to make ultrakill stuff

i think it turned out well :3

[linda-with-an-i]

Gabriel is the sort of guy who doesn't even have the faintest clue as to what sex is, yet I'm fairly sure he would make an 'Effort' just to do the helicopter or some other funny shit.

Crowley gave him the idea.

[smolfoxbab]

Dark fox for... reasons

[leonelmolinari]

Some doodlies of Faith!

Special mention:

[leonelmolinari]

MALPHAS

Malphas, that one demon

[leonelmolinari]

Another one.

TYPE: LESSER HUSK

DATA: While their tall stature may seem intimidating

Strays are afraid of most danger and will try to stay at a safe distance, only attacking via projectiles formed with Hell Energy.

Although controlling and manifesting this energy is a complicated task, Strays have very low intelligence and are only able to do so via pure instinct.

Nevertheless, humans were unable to replicate this level of accuracy and control, particularily the Stray’s ability to cause the energy orbs to selectively ignore other Husks.

[smolfoxbab]

@caustic-synishade​  =w=“

It shouldn’t have turned out like this. It wasn’t expected. He didn’t even think it was possible.

So why? Why did it turn out like this?

Mark couldn’t stop the question from repeating over and over again in his head as he sat strapped to a wooden chair in complete darkness. Ethan and Tyler had brought him here for his “punishment”, and during that time, he had gone along with it. He thought it was all in good fun. That was about four hours ago. this was now. And right now, Mark was fucking terrified.

He fought at his constraints for probably the thirtieth time, his previous attempts leaving his wrists raw and sore. He struggled vainly at the ropes for a few minutes or so, but his only reward was the dull pulse of pain pumping through his arms. He let out a muffled grunt, the gag in his mouth preventing him from doing much else. His eyes flicked back and forth rapidly, searching for a trace of anything that could help him.

As his eyes moved, they swept over- what? He stiffened, his gaze now frozen in one spot. There, hovering in the void, were a pair of small, glowing, scarlet dots. They floated there menacingly, seeming to stare right at him. Mark could feel the hairs on the back of his neck start to rise, this heart beat speeding up in his chest. Then, without warning, a soft, eerie voiced breathed into his ear.

“What’s wrong Markimoo? You seem tense~”

With little time to react, a bright light flashed on above him, forcing him to snap his eyes shut. He opened them back up quickly, his eyes narrow slits as they tried to adjust to the light.

“There. That’s better, right?” The same voice said from behind him, a giggle following after.

As his eyes grew more acquainted to the light, Mark turned his head in an attempt to see who was there. He could only turn so far, but he could see the blue hair well enough to know who it was.

“How ya feeling buddy? If I were to guess I’d say... stressed.” Ethan said mockingly, a small grin on his face.

“But don’t worry, we know just the way to fix that. Right, Tyler?”

Mark whipped his head around to face forward, watching as a figure in front of him stalked closer. It bore the same red dots he had seen seconds ago, still glowing a deadly crimson. Mark felt his blood run cold once the figure stood directly in before him.

“Oh, yeah.” Tyler spoke, his voice cold save a hint of condescension. He lifted up the silver knife he held in his hand, examining it with his inhuman black-and-red eyes. He took a step closer to Mark, leaning his face closer until they nearly touched. He then slowly ran the blade of the knife down Mark’s face, leaving a small red trail behind and causing the man to wince.

“We’ll make sure the tension just... seeps right out of you.”

((I don’t know if I should do more or not but... hope what I have is good anyway!))