#demon verse

Full images for the splash art looking thingies under the cut

New Sai cover releasing next week at C2E2

Oh Aegon is such a rubbish demon, he is too lazy and his family is just so mean! even dareon ;) Not that you would suspect

But he got a bit too safe in his new life, forgetting that Alys could help Aemond with everything and now he's returned home and usually his pretty girl greets him .

As Ophelia's hand grip around his throat, a large smile grows on his lips, he has his gaze fixed on her, the sapphire that replaced his left eye glows with the flames in the room.

Their faces were close, as the demoness was sitting on his lap. Did she wish to kill him? Was she simply angry? It matters not, as her move did nothing but amuse him.

Here we are again!

This time with the Fiori/demon verse.

Didn't have enough room in prompts to explain the outfit better, but this shall do for now as it was finally getting the eyes right! Woo!

It'd been some time since a human had summoned her, it seemed to her that the art was a dying one. Maybe they were all forgetting how to summon, but the name lived on, the infamous demon with the deep red hair. You had to be considered a person of power to get her attention, she didn't even hear the feeble attempts of lesser people in search of a deal with her.

She'd appeared in smoke, in this black mist that seeped in to the room, thicker in that spot until what came from that darkness, was her. This woman, her auburn hair cascading down her back, her deep hues, the pale flesh with hints of freckles. This woman, petite, no muscle to her, dainty and small, she was so little in stature for a goddamn demon and she did in fact look just as that, a woman and not a monster. People underestimated this creature frequently. "Thomas Shelby." she spoke calmly, her eyes observing as if she was waiting for the fear to strike and in those quiet moments where he didn't start cowering, her smile only grew. Sinister and sweet, the curve and the way it exposed her pearly white teeth.

"You wish to make a deal?" Eris Amorello needed no introduction though what was fascinating was how she was looking around the room. How long had it been since her last deal? She never quite knew how long between her summons to Earth, things changed at such a strange pace, technology baffled her at times. "What is it you desire?" her eyes had found home on a record player, her head tilting as she studied the thing, tried to make sense on just.. what on Earth that thing actually did. "It isn't a death... you are capable of such a thing." she hummed softly, it felt like in the blink of an eye she was stood right in front of the record player, touching it, trying to understand it. "You want..." she hummed softly, so amused by this creation before her that she didn't even face him. "Something slower, a change of fate to drag someone down perhaps?"

Her hand pulled back when the record player made a nose and just like that she was leaning down to it, eyes squinting, her finger tapping it to try and get it to make the noise again. How entertained the vicious little demon seemed by things she didn't yet understand. This would have been something miraculous in her time, or entirely sinful Talk of such inventions would earn you a painful death, what an evil thing it'd be to dream so big. "I must admit it surprises me to be summoned, it's been some time since I was summoned this way." she pointed to the candles, the words written down for him. "The old method."

Something felt wrong. She couldn't explain it. She couldn't understand it. Ever since meeting her fallen angel, Simon, the demon was exposed to so many foreign feelings she had never felt before. One of them she was feeling clear as day. 

Fear. 

And it was a fear she didn't understand. There was no immediate danger. There was no threat to her. So where was this coming from? She didn't like it. There was a sense of danger even though she couldn't see one. But it also didn't feel like her own.

Her mind instantly jumped to said angel. She didn’t know why. She didn’t understand why. But every sense and every instinct told her to get to him and get to him now.

Tanjiro sprinted until all he could hear was the sound of his own breathing - dodging all the various natural obstacles of the familiar mountain terrain. He had been training for a few months after his initial meeting with the Hashira, and was determined to build his strength in order to prepare for the battles ahead. His sister, Nezuko, had also been training in her own way - sleeping for weeks at a time, but gradually waking sooner and sooner. Every time his sister roused, the young demon slayer felt an extra push of determination and will.

The sun danced at it’s peak, blaring down on all the creatures hiding in the shrubbery and trees of the forested highlands. As Tanjiro neared the basin of the mountain, he skillfully shifted the angle at which he descended, heading straight for a small, hidden pond he used to cool off and hydrate after his training. His focus was on keeping each breath steady and with calculated intent. His lungs that once wanted to burst, now held just a dull, manageable ache.