#2023 post

Hash'ak'gik.

No.

Hash'ak'gik.

No!

Hash'ak'gik!

No, not again!

The Beast in the Pit stirred from his perpetual starvation. Eyes that no longer had the pleasure of sight opened, so heavy. So tired. His great ears flared up, hearing the cultists' chimes and chants. It gnawed into his skull and brought a sense of horror that he will never admit to himself.

He is...

He is god.

He is Iron.

Iron will not yield, even to this torture. He will not falter.

You are already broken.

The Beast surged feeling Them invading into his mind. The perverse entity writhing into his nape like cruel master and piercing into the brain-meat under his skull. He refused. Even as they came, again and again in this filthy, death-pungent pit, his pride refused them.

"N-NO!" He snarled, even as the flickering hell of daemon was boiling behind his eyes. One. There's two.

He threw himself on twisted legs, long broken when he was casted into his Pit oh so long ago. A parody of his greatest crime. Now, his vampiric powers were used against him. His regeneration did not restore them right, now he crawled along these floors like a slavering Beast.

Unable to escape. He've tried, so many times.

You will never escape. You are trapped here forever, Vampire. Your immortality is now your damnation.

The same taunt. The same damnable taunt they dare to hiss in his ear. He fought but he had no strength to will them from his mind. Every intrusion from Them was a hammer's blow to his skull.

Hask'ak'gik!

"SILENCE!" He roared in a scream of fury and anguish, he know those damnable humans can hear him and in his moment, he felt their pathetic twisted minds. All of them seeped deep in a fervour that almost overwhelmed the fearfulness of the Empire's worshippers. They worshipped an Evil that had no account of defeat and feared what was so beyond them to the point of reverence.

The Beast chose the tiniest cracks in the gathered. As the Entities were grinding into his skull, their aetheric talons were coming closer. They wanted him. They wanted to use him again.

Like a lashing whip, the Beast urged the weakest of the gathered. Jump. And by a will greater than theirs, three cultists lept from the ledge. They didn't scream until the charm of power faded. By then, it was too late, and their bones scattered on impact.

"Yes!" The Beast groaned. "Yesss!"

The closest corpse, he opened his jaws and inhaled every morsel of life blood that it had in its little body; his telekinetic power tore it from a waterskin. Its flesh withering and mummifying. Organs being crushed and liquidifed.

What will such little blood do for you, our little Tick? Do you think it will stop us?

"Silence!" He ordered, turning to another corpse in desperation and doing the same. These humans didn't have enough blood. They were too little. Too few. It barely even envigorates him, only to ease the burning aches and gnawing madness. To taunt that he was indeed alive and trapped.

You will remain here. You suffer in your Pit. No one to adore you. No one to hear you. No one to remember you.

The Beast didn't even realize it yet until he felt the blood dribble from his panting maw; they were talking. In his mind and using his own lips. No!

You are ours, Little Tick. Till the day you are found for your treachery, you will forever be ours.

That One. That Third Entity spoke with such finality that the Beast almost believed him.

"Betray? I have betrayed no one. I have served!" He roared, charging at a phantom and his entire weight slammed into a gong. Immediately, he was met with a rippling wave of true pain. The gong was so loud and carved through his own being in agony. Sweet, releasing agony, he could feel his mind rippling, and the Entities were cast back.

Panting as thick black blood oozed from his ears, eyes, nose and maw. Silence. Sweet silence.

Behold the price of doubt, Brothers! The Great God has taken those who were found wanting and for that, they flung themselves into the Abyss. Praise him and remember, the price of even mundane treachery has its due!

The Abyss...? The Abyss...Ah.

Treachery.

The old memory came to him so clearly. His ears twitched, hearing the last sacrifice. That one was still alive. Casted into the Abyss, who will demand payment for his God-Emperor's will?

No one will come. No one will find him. He doubts any even knew his name

But he did. He still remembered.

Since today is Chinese New Year, I thought why not post my New Year's outfit drawing here?✨️

Even though I'm well aware all my non-fanart posts always flop on Tumblr🙃

Here are some unfinished wips of Tikal the Echidna and Eclipse the Darkling. ✨☺️💖