#sounds of hell

[corvidaortic]

More OC art even though it gets no ints… cuz I draw for me. And I love my Quinny girl.

[cactusfactus]

[corvidaortic]

More Quinn! Redrawww 2025 v 2022 😛

[ilragliodelmulo]

H - I cavalieri dell'Apocalisse

Oltre a fungere da nome per il progetto, rappresenta un simbolo grafico ideato e ispirato da Christian. Come da lui affermato se si volesse dare un significato più fantastico, H è la rappresentanza di due torri collegate da un ponte.

R, noto per la sua militanza negli Ergot, ha dato da poco il via al progetto H. Questa nuova creatura, condivisa con C, grazie all’ausilio di due turnisti (batteria e basso), ha dato vita a una delle migliori uscite di fine 2021, “Dominus Draconis” (Sounds of Hell). Benvenuto su Il Raglio del Mulo, R: come sono nati gli H? Ciao e grazie per il benvenuto, il progetto H è nato nel 2015 da una…

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[cannibalpropensity]

[theariesarmy]

[elantil-arcacia]

Legion

Join us...

The familiar prickling sensation at the back of his neck alerted him to their presence. He whimpered, curling himself into a foetal position. He gathered the bed sheets around him, obsessed with the vain hope that his comforter would prove an adequate barrier.

The prickling turned into needle like pain and he knew they were closer. He buried himself further into the bed, into the makeshift cocoon of pillows and linen, hoping, praying, as if that would conceal him from them.

If only he had found out about them sooner. If only he had made the connection earlier.

If only, if only, if only…

It was too late. Everything’s too late.

They were there, right outside his bedroom door. He nearly laughed, a hysterical sort of laughter, when he heard the knocking. Invitation was the last thing they required, it almost seemed like an attempt of mockery at human ways. He could hear them, the incessant moaning, the insistent whispers, the hollow screams - all melting into one another, forming a cacophony of insanity.

The first time he heard it, really heard and listened to it, he had known, instinctively, that this was how hell sounded like. This was their anthem.

The whispers he could ignore, if he tried hard enough, the moaning, he could drown out with loud, angry thoughts, but the screaming…

He couldn’t stop the screaming, even with his palms pressed into his ears. It was so loud, so deafening, it shook him to the core. They have been waiting. They have waited for so long.

“Go away! I don’t- I don’t… want this…” He shut his eyes tight, the warmth underneath all those layers slowly turning into heat. Sweat trickled down his spine, his forehead, his t-shirt was soaking wet.

You do. You will.

He could feel the top layer of blankets being shed, the load on him grew lighter.

Nobody can deny us.

Another layer, another weight off him.

We are Legion. Join us. Join us. Join us.

The cool air hit him, and it felt so refreshing.

“Y-Yes.” And then he was consumed by the screams.

[theatrical-plants]

The most terrifying thing in the world is when your computer starts making a noise that sounds like its either about to take off or explode.