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Headworld Work!
This is for the main storyline, an Eyelet; the "baby stage" for my gods.
This one is primarily Seraphic, the Daemonic Eyelets are more fleshy...
species by: @rey-drawsthings art by me adopt here: https://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=53&t=3948099
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Do you like religious symbolism?
Do you like feeling a sense of dread and impending doom?
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short little comic I made a while ago about a nice ol’ road trip (now in color!)
IT'S FINALLY DONE I'M GONNA THROW UP
Acute angle
#Blessed
“ Falling… ”
And as he awoke in the arms of his rival, Shadow couldn’t help but gasp out of fear. Above him, the golden hedgehog floated in deep space with a pair of delicate, feathered wings, red eyes blinking on each of those magnificent wings, and his quills and limbs and the centre of his forehead. Shadow cried out. Sonic hushed him.
“Be not afraid, Shadow.” He spoke. “It’s just me.”
“ Fallen… ”
And as he awoke in the arms of his rival, his friend, in the scorching pit of Hell, baby blue feathers burning away beside him, Shadow couldn’t help but cry out.
“Why?!” He shouted. “Why would you do this?!”
Sonic hushed him, tears forming in the corner of his red, and only, eyes.
“Because,” he panted, “I couldn’t let you fall…”
Guardian Seraph Au!Mace Windu(The Purple Butterfly)
Lunarre Overcomes
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Lunarre had never felt such erratic malevolence before. Of course, he had not lived as a seraph for little more than three years, but he had encountered enough of the corrupting matter to know just how different this feeling was.
The malevolence was maddeningly hard to pin down. It was not a steady flow of intensity; it fluctuated, rising suffocatingly high only to drop suddenly as if smothered. There was little doubt in Lunarre’s mind that he was dealing with someone - or something - clinging onto sanity with everything they had.
The struggle was so palpable that it made the act of walking feel like wading through mud. As Lunarre gazed up at the black ragged peaks of Rayfalke Spiritcrest, he wondered if he had finally bitten off more than he could chew.
Nevertheless the seraph pushed on, fighting attacks of breathlessness as he climbed further up the mountainside. Guided by the malevolence, he made straight for the source.
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| ☠️ | His presence alone is enough to frighten visitors off, his element being clouded in malevolence and fluctuating in such levels even humanity could feel it at times. Other seraphim were not fool enough to approach him, tales and stories weaved keeping them in place, far away from the dark and jagged peaks of this mountain. The few who did try either ran in terror, or were forced to.
There is an ease to recognizing a presence on his mountain, and he lifts his head, eyes fluttering open, and narrowing into slits. There was a difference to this seraph unlike the others, a younger more innocent aura to them.
All the more fool to have started this climb.
He stands, the unsteady flood of malevolence spiking with motion, and he hisses, shaking his head and barging his way out of his hollow, the cave of his home. Wings unfurl from his back, steps loud and almost thunderous as he paces to the edge of the nearest peak, and peers over, perching himself there, and glowering down.
“Just what do you think you are doing?” His shout carries far, words stern, questioning, albeit strained. There is a control to how he does not jump down, claws ready to strike into the intruder and send him scurrying off.
“You are not welcome here!”
Lunarre froze in his tracks as he felt a sudden shift in the malevolence. It was difficult to breathe. He was so close now - a confrontation was inevitable.
He heard the faint sound of pounding feet on stone on the peaks above, and he tensed, waiting for the creature to show itself.
What peered over the edge of the nearest peak above his head stunned Lunarre so much he couldn’t cry out, though the sudden boom of the creature’s voice made him flinch. He had heard talk from the villages he had passed on his way here that a dragon lurked in the mountains.
They were partly right; the creature - a seraph - glaring down at him had once been a dragon. The seraph had since been purified, but the stifling malevolence told Lunarre that he was far from out of the woods. The seraph’s skin was broken up by smatterings of scales, ferocious horns adorned his head, and claws glinted wickedly at his fingertips. And those blazing eyes...
He’d been purified, but...
It was difficult to tell just by the sensation whether the malevolence was coming from the seraph or some outside force. Lunarre wouldn’t know unless he asked, but that would have to wait if he wanted to stay alive.
His legs were shaking, but he refused to run. He didn’t know why he felt as strongly as he did, but it wasn’t important.
“I’m not your enemy!” he called up, lifting both hands in an appeasing gesture. “I’m Lunarre! I felt your malevolence - I want to help you!”
Lunarre Overcomes
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| ☠️ | Help him…? Help… Him? The words strike with a genuinity, and despite the heavy fog of malevolence upon himself, Eizen feels a sharp strike of clarity. He couldn’t remember a time wherein someone had offered him aid, as opposed to the differing side, wishing to rid of him, attempting to destroy him, or running in fear.
Yet the positives are quick to drown in the quicksand of the darkness clouding his mind and his body, and he chuckles instead, softly at first and then much louder.
Help him?!
He remains where he is, wondering just how much closer he could get before the malevolence would suck that young and foolish seraph whole, how much longer until he would come to regret this mistake, question just how he thought it possible to help someone, something who had become like this.
“Hahahah- That’s rich! How foolish can you be?! Not even The Shepard himself could save this wretched soul! What’s become of it, is this! How can you possibly help this?!”
His eyes narrow dangerously, anger pulsing in his veins, the influence of malice pounding in his chest.
Lunarre? He knew of no Lunarre, and knew of no legends or anything that could possibly connect to that name, and whether or not his memories were built upon a haze or not, there was no way for an ordinary seraph to do anything, when even the Prime Lord and Shepard could not.
“Give up, and go back whence you came! I will never accept your help!” He pounds a foot against the earth, jagged and spilling coils of earth rising around him.
“Do so before I cannot hold myself back from destroying you.”
What should I do?
Lunarre’s hopes had been briefly lifted as the heavy malevolence seemed to wane, but no sooner had it done so the choking darkness redoubled its power and he had to retreat for air.
The seraph could easily destroy him. Lunarre would put up a good fight, as always, but the chasm of strength and experience separating them sealed his fate as the loser.
Yet, struggling to breathe, Lunarre remained where he was. Motionless, he kept his gaze locked on the draconic eyes of the seraph above him. He knew a fight was suicide, and that the chances of a conversation were slim and the chances of a conversation going well was even slimmer, yet Lunarre had no will to run.
Lunarre knew he had once been human. He had ‘awoken’ as a seraph fully grown, rather than grow from babyhood, and his lack of experience or control over his newfound abilities, despite being fully grown, confirmed his status to the seraphim he encountered on his travels. Through their help, and lots of practice, Lunarre had learned quickly - so quickly the others would often wonder if his aptitude was on account of his past life. Not that he remembered any of it.
“The Shepherd can’t do everything!” he shouted back. “I might be a young’un, but even I know his powers have limits. But!” He put great emphasis on the ‘but’. “That’s not where it ends! I might not remember my human life at all... but I just can’t leave a guy like you alone.” He grinned. “I’m a stubborn sonavabitch.”
His grin faded and he became sobre once more.
“Look - I reckon my true name ain’t Mowavu Ivuriluk for nothin’. I overcame trials, whatever they were, and whatever help I got, in the end it was me that did it. No Shepherd came and poofed my problems away.” Lunarre conjured up a puff of blue flame to illustrate his point. [His fire was blue, unlike the other fire seraphim he had encountered, for reasons as yet unknown.] “Most times it just doesn’t work that way. Sometimes the trouble’s just too big. But that doesn’t mean you’re finished. It doesn’t mean you get to hole yourself up in a cave and suffer alone.”
Lunarre took a deep breath. It was taking a lot out of him just to talk so much in such thick malevolence.
“I might be way in over my head. I might be crazy. But damnit, somethin’ in me just won’t let me walk back down this mountain. I get the feeling this is the sort of thing I got reborn for. If that means you destroy me, then fair enough. It’d just mean I had no business carryin’ on as a seraph. But until then - I ain’t giving up on you!”
With no more to say, Lunarre doubled over panting like a dog in the merciless summer sun, waiting for the seraph’s response.
Lunarre Overcomes
Okay, but REINCARNATION AUs …
Muses being drawn to certain objects, places, or tales, but not quite knowing why. Having a strong connection to those from their past life, without even knowing of that connection, they just seem to click. Feeling those “deja vu” moments more than they would like, but passing them off as mere coincidence, because anything else would be just silly.
I need this.
“I... I don’t believe it. Princess!”
The seraph’s face lit up as disbelief became wild excitement. He jumped around as if someone had set off firecrackers under his feet, shouting hysterically, only stopping to grab the woman by her shoulders. Lunarre’s wide eyes stared at her face, as if to make sure it was really really her.
There was no doubt. Her appearance, her resonance, it was Alisha. He wasn’t seeing things, he hadn’t lost his mind, even after all this time.
“I knew it!” he cried. “I knew that if someone like me could get reborn, then you... you of all people would! To think I...” He shook his head. He didn’t want to remember how it had felt when - “no, nevermind, it doesn’t matter. You’re back!”
“P…Please calm down, I promise you I am seraph not a ghost.”
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His excitement over her existence was awkward to say the least. In comparison to those who had recognised her from the woman that she once was this was a far more a far more bizarre reaction to say the least. The conversations that had been much more solemn affairs focused o discussing there shared past.
“I…I see. So you knew Alisha Diphda then.” There was a sneaking suspicion in Alisha’s gut that made her feel as if was unlikely to be the case. Unlike those that she rekindled with before and actually felt some kind of attachment subconsciously, there was simply…. nothing. Gazing at his mannerism in silence it was hard to imagine forgetting someone so excitable. And yet at the same time she simply failed to see how they would have met nonetheless be acquaintances.
The light seraph stiffened the moment he took a hold of her shoulders. It’s only out of sheer politeness that she doesn’t move to a step back to regain her personal space. “I would ask you to not speak in such a way of the dead.” Alisha replied, voice dropping into a sterner tone and disposition shifting with it in reflection of it. Where in Alisha Diphda was the woman that she was born from, the seraph who had taken the name Ilremwy Amekia was resolute to make the life she was given her own. It was her way of paying the woman that had lived for her nation respect.
“I am not that woman nor shall I ever be her. So I ask you refrain from speaking to me as if I am.”
The smile on Lunarre’s lips slowly slipped away, and the excitement that had overpowered reason in his mind fizzled out like the last embers on a dying fire. Self-conscious, he took his hands from Alisha’s shoulders and let them hang loosely by his sides.
Of course she wouldn’t remember him. It was thus for all seraphim. Lunarre, for his part, had achieved the seemingly impossible by recalling many of his memories with enormous (and painful) effort - and some luck. But the fire seraph, in his excitement, had forgotten that he was an anomaly. At least, as far as he knew.
“You don’t want to remember?” he asked quietly. “I was the same as you are now when I first - woke up...like this. Didn’t take me long to find out I’d been human before. I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t stand being wilfully ignorant of my previous life. It felt so lonely. I had to find a way, and by busting my brains and getting help from certain friends...I’m on my way to succeeding. I remember you, for starters. There are gaps, though, so I’m not done yet. A certain Shepherd and his gang taught me to persevere.”
He smiled wistfully.
“I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t agony at times. But, for me, it was worth it. It helps me in a lot of ways, to remember the mistakes I made and the people I knew. I might be a seraph now, but that doesn’t erase the significance of my human life. It doesn’t mean that Lunarre wasn’t, well, me.”
“The same applies to you. The Alisha I know hasn’t died. Not her spirit, anyway. The way you carry yourself, your persona... that good-hearted young lady isn’t gone just because she’s forgotten her past. Alisha is Alisha, human or seraph.”
Aware he was rambling, Lunarre scratched the back of his neck and looked away.
“Maybe I’m just overly-sentimental. If you’re happy the way you are now, fair enough. I understand. This’ll be the last you’ll hear of me about the whole past thing.” He managed a smile as he gave a nod. “I’m glad to see you’re doin’ well. You seem to be anyway. The world’s a better place for having a seraph like you in it. Sorry I got so worked up. It’s been... a long time, Alisha.”
Playing main interlude SE.RA.PH.
Gawain helps us escape from Passionlip.
Glad that Gawain survived.
Game gives Gawain screen time.
Gawain gets ambushed by ally.
Gawain is dead.
Game, why do you tear my heart to shreds?
my first ever drawing in procreate!!! it's rlly different from my previous drawing app and takes some getting used to, but im getting there, slowly but surely