u/Lobotomizer5

I like the spooky bodega

I wish there was a robot alien tag lol

"Agyàill gi'yame àfiäräk efxĭs kui wa’kcabyòlïda'm?"

[Translation: You want to completely fucking soak my breasts with your slimy cum, right?]

(Oc btw)

Aralynn has a special appetite for her prisoners and likes to see how long they can last... not long at all really

Y'all ever just question why you drew somethin'? Yeah, me neither

(Plus a couple concept sketches.)

Some lore if you wanna read:

Saħ was among the silvercast assassins of Samael, the prince of Violence. During the war of the lord's brand, his assassins were sent to deal with some of hells most powerful generals and warlords. Saħ was sent with a squad of novice silvercast to kill Lady Belphagor of the Sanguine Manse. Samael had majorly underestimated the sin of sloth; not only did they fail to kill their target, Saħ was the last survivor, tainted with Purple Stillness and having broken her vow of silence to beg for her life. Belphagor spared her a long and painful death, but the damage had already been done. Saħ was exiled from Violence; Samael's silver brand preventing her from returning due to the broken vow.

Being a demon of Violence, hell couldn't let her roam the streets, as her kind are under heavy restriction, being some of the most effective killers that exist. Asmodeus, the current acting ruler of hell in Lilith's absence, considered keeping her within treachery, though she hadn't committed atrocity enough to walk the streets of Sodom. With no other option, they sent her to Frostlock Harbor to stand guard whenever the Regiments of lust were home for holiday. Saħ was now alone, only the occasional shipyard worker who'd bearly have the courage to say hello. Frostlock was located at the traling edge of Gluttony, where the River Styx meets the lower layers of hell. Freighter ships, hellborn and rathic, dock at the frigid harbor, careful not to stay too long lest their entire crew freeze overnight. Night is dangerous as gluttony is perpetually dusk, however the shadow of hell falls over its sky once a month, granting a true pitch black night. Saħ hated it here. The winds howl and the trees are too loud. She misses the serenity of Violence, the quiet and the light. Every time she's forced to speak feels like another exile sentence. Not once has she needed to defend the harbor; there's nothing to take but freezer burnt meat and deck brushes.

Frostlock was her cage for the next four centuries. She'd learned to live with the cold but never truly be comfortable. She knew her sentence was eternal, and now speaks every chance she gets. The shipyard crew are her only family now and a former giant hunter who'd deliver from the stormswept streets of Lust above. Saħ would complain about the cold as if the frozen waste of gluttony would hear her. Her favorite spot was the edge of the dock, where she'd watch the false stars turn above. She could almost say she was complacent.

Asmodeus had returned to speak with her, about a mission none of the silvercast could take. An excursion outside of hell for a manhunt. He told her a man named Sisyphus had escaped his punishment and now walks among the living once more. The man who chained and cheated death lives again, and seeks revenge against the gods. The circumstances of his escape were odd however, there appeared to be an accomplice. Someone that could sneak past the hawkeyed harpies of Þáamqa guarding his mountain. Saħ was obviously confused, why would the prince of lust and chief executive of hell need an exiled assassin over Samael himself? Nonetheless, she had an excuse to leave Frostlock and didn't bother to ask. Given no more than a description and a name she would set out to find Sisyphus and his accomplice; a search that would come to feel never-ending

She thinks nobody can see her

Don't mind the burn marks on the floor, they'll buff out (no zay won't)

Should probably buy some fire resistance potions... like a lot

Should probably buy some fire resistance potions... like a lot

Should probably buy some fire resistance potions... like a lot

He's a linguist who studies the hallowed tongues (ithkuil) and likes to ramble about grammar to anyone who'd listen, usually talking them to death. He's also very much a powerbottom

The world serpent has trapped her boyfriend under her aphrodisiac breath and won't let him stop cumming! He's big but she's unfathomable

Marble dawg

Amidst the marble halls roams the lone sentinel at the universe's edge. She lay in wait for a foe who may never come. Nothing but gilded plants and the Echos against immaculate pillars and tiles to fill the absence of the once lively life she had trillions of æons ago. Visitors are rare to say the least, often scared away by her fierce presence. A stone with the strength of the stars she is; so much so, her hammer is bound by spectral chains to stop her from ever fully impacting her foes. Once she had struck the sky, and its vast nothing shattered, a blank white from one galaxy to the next.

The quite gets loud, that's what she tells her distant envoys, though she knows her place is eternal, she makes the journey to real space all the same. Anything beats the silence. Her arrival is heralded by galaxy spanning quakes, beautiful golden plants growing where life couldn't exist, and her calling to a long distant friend

Sometimes she'll take some envoys with her, those that pledge to guard the edge and are to stubborn to persuade otherwise. She has company for a time until time withers them away too. In truth they feel great sympathy for her. A statue set to watch the abyss beyond, waiting for no one and nothing.

Marble dawg

Big lor:

Amidst the marble halls roams the lone sentinel at the universe's edge. She lay in wait for a foe who may never come. Nothing but gilded plants and the Echos against immaculate pillars and tiles to fill the absence of the once lively life she had trillions of æons ago. Visitors are rare to say the least, often scared away by her fierce presence. A stone with the strength of the stars she is; so much so, her hammer is bound by spectral chains to stop her from ever fully impacting her foes. Once she had struck the sky, and its vast nothing shattered, a blank white from one galaxy to the next.

The quite gets loud, that's what she tells her distant envoys, though she knows her place is eternal, she makes the journey to real space all the same. Anything beats the silence. Her arrival is heralded by galaxy spanning quakes, beautiful golden plants growing where life couldn't exist, and her calling to a long distant friend

Sometimes she'll take some envoys with her, those that pledge to guard the edge and are to stubborn to persuade otherwise. She has company for a time until time withers them away too. In truth they feel great sympathy for her. A statue set to watch the abyss beyond, waiting for no one and nothing.