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Commission art for @aethismantis and her rebel cuties! Be careful, don't step on other friends👁️👁️

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Artwork by: Nikita Lebedev

“Never trust a demon. He has a hundred motives for anything he does ... Ninety-nine of them, at least, are malevolent.” - Neil Gaiman, Preludes & Nocturnes

[liamorn]

The Sixth House

Hunting. Her body was made for hunting. Because she created hunters. Perfect hunters. Cats. Not humans. Careless steps. The rustle of leaves, the crunch of twigs. Humans didn't know how to walk quietly. They couldn't hunt. The smell of gunpowder hit the demoness' nose. They invented weapons to hunt. So they wouldn't be so scared on nights like this one. So they wouldn't feel defenseless in forests like this one. To feel like the hunters they never were. They hunted her. She recognized their faces and their scent. Family. Her husband, his brother, their friends. They hunted the one who dared to run from them wanting freedom. The demoness remembered the blindingly bright hatred with which that mortal had died. The hatred with which she herself had died. The prey became the hunter. The men who were chasing her realized this when a fierce shadow jumped out of the darkness and killed one of them. In its wrenching roar, each of them heard its own funeral song. But it was too late.

[wyrmfedgrave]

creatures of the apocalypse - Cosmic Horror Short Film

creatures of the apocalypse - Cosmic Horror Short Film

#horror #apocalypse #scifi #cosmichorror Part.2: https://youtu.be/abCMVXcri5gA short film of cosmic horror and sci-fi, poetic and haunting,

A little cosmic horror before I retreat into the Dreamlands tonight...

Check out the comments as well.

End?

I hope not...

[easternkingdomer]

Masquerade No More

She had joined him, hunted with him and known the darkest of pieces to him. She did not run and for once he felt a freedom as she probably did around him. He would be in shock were it not for the excitement of the hunt and the one he shared it with. He felt ecstatic, his whole being feeling alive and ready to take on all that lay before them. Naysayers, doubters and more. He was going to make it, make it over that terrible edge and away from the cliff. The colors washed over them, bathed them in reds and some conversations passed between them. His mind was a flurry of strange new thoughts...No they were always part of him. Just forgotten.

"hAvE YoU lEaRnEd nOtHing..."

Chaos spat.

"Ah but he has learned many things..."

Justice reminded.

No moree lies to her, for her. No Mary would receive truths and no lies. Yet many still needed proof, past the times of his long games. For he'd played games that had been years long and ended them swiftly. Turning the one who'd trusted into sorrow and death.

"We devour all..."

"My father taught me to use all of animal..."

He felt as strongly for her as she did him and he would be there for her. For she had a deep trust, a deep care for him and the kindness was genuine. He would not throw that away as he had done with others.

There were those who likely didn't believe him and erred on the side of caution which was a good thing. For some things may never change and something new could be afoot.

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Thought of the Day:  The Mutant bears his heresy on the outside, the Traitor hides it in his Soul.