Another submission to the Ink Monkeys PDF Art Project. This one is for the chapter "Distant Shores", focusing on those worlds far removed from Creation.

Behold! Malfias, the Demon City! When the Primordials were defeated at the dawn of history, their greatest general was turned inside out and his body used to impression his brethren before it was cast out from Creation and into the timeless wastes of Elsewhere.

Now the Demon City teams within Malfias' bound form. His body forms the buildings, boulevards, and walls of a city larger then the world, formed of countless layers that constantly split, spread, and crush together. Between each set of layers burns Liger, the Green Sun, the searing heart of Malfias Himself. Down the streets move the souls of the imprisoned Primordials and the trillions of individuals of their demonic races.

It is a world of terrible stark wonder, focused always on reversing The Great Wrong and returning the Primordials to their rightful rulership over Creation and the mortals that dared defeat them so long ago.