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DEMONIC CONTRACTS
DEMONIC CONTRACT: To Escape Your Death
“Your soul, to postpone your death, the deal is struck” The demon said smirking., with his arm outstretched. “To remain alive, you must usher others to their deaths.” The contract burnt up and as his soul drifted away - the chamber dissolved into a bright sunset.
The hero came to up high, on a stone platform. The demon’s art had transposed him on top of a massive church, sprawling with buttresses and spires, tracery and stonework. He was bare against the setting sun, and alone with his thoughts.
He gazed into that sunset - wondering how he’d ever get down from that height. How he’d damned himself by signing that contract - and what were those odd blue lights he saw? They swarmed around him, twisting and drifting between the pinnacles and balustrades of the Cathedral he was perched on.
Dancing towards the sun - towards him.
These glowing lights - were just like the light that left him - his soul. These were souls - hundreds of them were rising up through the cathedral’s exterior - towards him. His curiosity peaked, and then turned to hunger. He could almost reach the delicious essences, but how could he harvest them?
A scythe appeared, with the same baleful glow as the souls, perfect to cull them. He would eat them all to replace his own lost soul! He swung the scythe, devouring the two closest souls. The devoured lives empowered him, but they did not make them whole. Ever soul he clove grew his body, and twisted his mind.
Eating the dead would preserve him from his own death, just as the demon promised. Each soul he sycthed, he devoured, every immortal crime warped his body. His body grew heavier, and his skin a hide. His clothing changed to golden armor and shreds of dark cloth.
Great wings grew from the soul-devouring beast, as the body took on an equine persuasion. He pushed off the buttress with his new hooves, and harvested the souls their deaths growing his body ever larger. The hero was gone, lost in the euphoria of reaping, stepping out of the cycle to control it.
***
Or so he thought. The Demon smirked in his lair, he could eat all the souls he wanted, but they would only prolong his monstrous existence. These souls were too numerous for the demon to use himself, and the now horse-reaper would serve as a good storage for them, for the time being.
Eventually the Demon planned to extract them from his new underling, and then restart the cycle. For now the graveyard would be siphoned, and those souls would not go to waste. His laughter echoed through darkened osssuary. As his hoofbeats echoed down the path, seven newly filled phylacteries that glowed and shuddered under his shadow.
---
Don't want to die? Become a demonic soul-eating horse reaper!
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Commissions: degraded_man
Theme: DEMONIC CONTRACTS 2020
Photoshop
2020
~Age
DEMONIC CONTRACT: To Escape Your Death
“Your soul, to postpone your death, the deal is struck” The demon said smirking., with his arm outstretched. “To remain alive, you must usher others to their deaths.” The contract burnt up and as his soul drifted away - the chamber dissolved into a bright sunset.
The hero came to up high, on a stone platform. The demon’s art had transposed him on top of a massive church, sprawling with buttresses and spires, tracery and stonework. He was bare against the setting sun, and alone with his thoughts.
He gazed into that sunset - wondering how he’d ever get down from that height. How he’d damned himself by signing that contract - and what were those odd blue lights he saw? They swarmed around him, twisting and drifting between the pinnacles and balustrades of the Cathedral he was perched on.
Dancing towards the sun - towards him.
These glowing lights - were just like the light that left him - his soul. These were souls - hundreds of them were rising up through the cathedral’s exterior - towards him. His curiosity peaked, and then turned to hunger. He could almost reach the delicious essences, but how could he harvest them?
A scythe appeared, with the same baleful glow as the souls, perfect to cull them. He would eat them all to replace his own lost soul! He swung the scythe, devouring the two closest souls. The devoured lives empowered him, but they did not make them whole. Ever soul he clove grew his body, and twisted his mind.
Eating the dead would preserve him from his own death, just as the demon promised. Each soul he sycthed, he devoured, every immortal crime warped his body. His body grew heavier, and his skin a hide. His clothing changed to golden armor and shreds of dark cloth.
Great wings grew from the soul-devouring beast, as the body took on an equine persuasion. He pushed off the buttress with his new hooves, and harvested the souls their deaths growing his body ever larger. The hero was gone, lost in the euphoria of reaping, stepping out of the cycle to control it.
***
Or so he thought. The Demon smirked in his lair, he could eat all the souls he wanted, but they would only prolong his monstrous existence. These souls were too numerous for the demon to use himself, and the now horse-reaper would serve as a good storage for them, for the time being.
Eventually the Demon planned to extract them from his new underling, and then restart the cycle. For now the graveyard would be siphoned, and those souls would not go to waste. His laughter echoed through darkened osssuary. As his hoofbeats echoed down the path, seven newly filled phylacteries that glowed and shuddered under his shadow.
---
Don't want to die? Become a demonic soul-eating horse reaper!
————
Commissions: degraded_man
Theme: DEMONIC CONTRACTS 2020
Photoshop
2020
~Age
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Daemon
Size 1200 x 1000px
File Size 384 kB
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