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March 2026 Sketchdump

... I may have gotten attached to my fic Avernus Recruitment and wanted to expand the universe a lil - I've drawn Zariel prevously, but she's back! Introducing into the roster of 'designs': Baalphegor; Mephistopheles; Korrilla; The Archivist (I'm going to be calling him 'Archie' because I'm lazy); Mizora and a couple designs for Asmodeus because I have no idea how I want this beautiful bastard to look :') And of course Raphlep <3

1. My non-OC OTP: Asmodeus x Mephistopheles, is sexiest when mephistopheles gets put in his place. (Which needs Asmodeus being a higher rank)

2. Asmodeus is sexy (the art by kooks I shared awhile ago)

3. Asmodeus is smart (he outsmarted heaven in their own court...)

4. Asmodeus is strong (one billion examples here)

5. Asmodeus is a greater deity (sexy)

6. He's just a cute gigantic snake... He's never done anything wrong ever (ignore the many awful things he's done)

7. He's playing 5d chess while everyone else plays connect four while drunk

8. Pretty snek

9. Mephistopheles hateboner must stay strong

10. Because I said so

- Asmodeus propagandist (totally not Xy)

Hail Asmodeus! Hail the Great Serpent!

You speak the truth, totally not Xy. As part of the joint propaganda campaign, I will quote this vision of Asmodeus from HWLL:

The Great Serpent wriggled through the cosmos, worlds, planets and souls and beyond. This great cosmic maw, the great eater, capable to force rip the fabric of space and time, to erase reality, to shatter it into trillions of tiny particles, to consume quadrillions of whining fleas, you included.

You could not comprehend the true form of the Great Serpent. To look upon him and comprehend his scope was to have one's humanity extinguished like a candle flame.

What have you ever known of power? The crown, the weave, the magic itself, it was all nothing compared to the primordial cradle, the original sin, the seed of evil in every being that can breathe as long as it is forced to breathe. Every existence started not with bliss, but with a scream of agonizing pain.

And so I lie there, my dead, broken body rotting and breaking under his monstrous coils. I would not have it any other way. No other has known to honor of lying with him in his boudoir, with his luscious, shining scales scraping the skin from their flesh. The feel of his tongue slipping between their legs, pumping his venom into their diseased flesh the way other men spend their seed. 

Outside of our marriage bed my avatar lives on like I have not been dead for eons. They take whatever form they choose, any combination of attributes. Beautiful, skilled, charming. The life I once envisioned for myself opening up into infinite possibilities for them so long as I remain crushed beneath his broken length. 

Lucy: yeah- when Lathander suddenly threw them at me I was expecting them to replace my devil wings entirely but it’s a nice combination.

Karlach: I wonder what lathander even wants with you?

Lucy: no clue to be honest.

*Meanwhile between heaven and hell*

Asmodeus: *choking and clawing at Lathanders arm* LET GO!

Lathander: you already stole one daughter from me you’re not taking this one.

Falûne: *filled with over 7000 souls and enough rage and heartbreak from his lifetime of torment by those he trusted and loved, his body contorting and snapping as it begins to crumble like sand, falling to his hooves and twisting into the agonised faces of those trapped within him* I. Obey. Nobody!!! *roars as his skull begins to split open, transforming into an ascended fiend powerful enough to kill any arch devil or god*

???: Enough.

Falûne: *frozen in place as a clawed orange hand smooths over his hair like a father would their child. His form immediately reverting back into that of a sweet, frail little devil boy, landing safely in the awaiting palm of Asmodeus*

Asmodeus: *visibly trembling as he holds the boy, realising how close he came to being obliterated just like Mephisto would have* that’s. Enough now… *holds him up to observe him, gently nudging him with a claw and feeling, joy, happiness, positive and unfamiliar feelings flooding into him as lûne so gently hugs onto it in his slumber, just as Glasya would when she was a baby* poor child… *strokes him with his thumb, tempted to kill him and quash the threat in his grasp but faltering as he realises he poses no actual threat to him, he doesn’t want to be here, he wants to be somewhere far away from here where he’s loved and nobody can hurt him ever again. The only reason he’s here, is because of the arch devil still cowering before him* … *glares down at Mephistopheles* … *looks back at lûne and sighs softly* I think, Glasya would like to have, a baby brother…

Mephistopheles: I- what do you mean? What are you doing?

Asmodeus: it’s clear you’re unequipped to handle your own creations, first your son conspiring against you, and now your own grandson nearly obliterating you… so. *gently curls his palm around lûne, teleporting him back to Faerûn and his safe bed, in his safe, warm house where he’s safe with wyll* I hereby name, Falûne, first of his name. As my, son. *glares down at him* that should keep you from bringing such a threat back to the hell’s… now go have a bath… you pissed yourself. *disappears back to the 9th*

*back in baldurs gate*

Falûne: *blinks awake, feeling oddly very soothed and content, the screams of the damned within him now quiet and calm, thinking he merely had a nightmare* love?…

Wyll: *standing in the corner in only his nightshirt holding his sword in a complete state of panic* GODS DAMNED FIENDS!! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!

Falûne: *looks over to see some very confused devils just standing there holding linens and food awaiting his command* …Um?… you’re excused?