#eldritch deity

Dream with his sole mortal worshipper. Oh, Ink isn’t there? Well somebody had to paint the god ;)

Anyway, grain of salt or whatever, this is only a vague concept and there is a whole lot more going on for this guy(all that light? That’s him too)

eldritch deity!

species flags for eldritch deities!

for anon!

symbol from here (link)!

Digital Deity , False Savior , Hacker Deity

Eldritch Deity , Creation Deity , Chaos Deity

Vampire Deity , Sleep Deity , Fox Deity

Hi Rainy! I'll give you a treat! Hope you like it! I'm thinking one of the characters might remind you of someone a lil bit... :)

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“Hello?” Hero asked, struggling in their restraints.

Hero was tied down to some kind of stone altar, the thick, coarse rope digging through their suit and into their skin. One minute, they had been patrolling the neighborhoods to make sure the trick or treaters were safe, then the next thing they knew, they were waking up here… wherever “here” was.

Several figures in hooded cloaks approached them, each one holding some mysterious artifact. One of them, the one in front of Hero’s head, held a small bottle with vibrant-colored liquid inside. They looked to be the leader.

“Hey, uh, anyone wanna tell me what’s going on?” Hero asked.

“Oh most honorable Deity,” the leader bellowed, “we offer you this enhanced individual as a sacrifice for your day.”

The hooded figures began to chant. One of them forced Hero’s mouth open, while the leader poured the contents of the bottle down their throat. Hero coughed and sputtered.

“May the kiss of sleep ease your transition into death,” the leader said.

“Transition into what!?” Hero asked, their voice going up an octave.

Hero began to thrash and struggle on the altar, but their body was quickly weakening. Their eyes became heavy as their head lolled to the side. The cloaked figures left the room as Hero drifted off.

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When Hero woke, they felt gentle pressure all over their body.

“What have we here?” a gentle yet thunderous voice asked.

Hero opened their eyes. Looking down at their form, they saw that they were wrapped in several… tentacles!? Hero’s eyes snapped up to an enormous creature with glowing eyes.

“C-Cthulhu!?”

The creature chuckled; their laughter echoed off the cave walls.

“No,” they said, “Deity. I am called Deity.”

Hero gulped.

“A-are you going to eat me?” they asked.

Deity tilted their head, its features scrunching up in confusion.

“No? Why?”

“The- the cult!” Hero said, “they had me tied down on an altar- they poured some kind of sedative down my throat- they said I was gonna die! Wait… am I dead now?”

“I found you sleeping in my temple, tied down,” Deity said, “I assumed someone left you there to die… but my followers? They should know better! Anyone who claims to be a part of my Circle should know I don’t accept human sacrifices.”

Hero was beginning to shake, their eyes glazing over.

“Ah, my true form is overwhelming your mortal mind,” Deity said, “forgive me.”

Deity shrank down to a human size, the tentacles retracting into a pair of arms that supported Hero in a bridal carry.

“Stay right here,” Deity said, laying Hero back down on the altar, “I’ll deal with these so-called cultists, then I’ll return you to your home. Alright?”

Hero felt themselves nodding. Deity smiled, closing Hero’s eyes with their fingers.

“Rest, you’ve had quite the experience, it is normal to be exhausted after meeting me.”

Hero felt themselves drift back off, as Deity chased down the ones who had besmirched their benevolent name.

The Fierce Deity mask is not an object Warriors likes seeing Time use. Not only does it take energy and leave marks, judging by his face, but the Deity is an unknown. He fought on their side during the war, but he is ruthless. At any moment, he could decide the heroes are an obstacle to cut down.

Warriors isn’t sure they can beat him. The best strategy is politeness and a rigid structure of hierarchy. The Deity responds well to strategies and battle plans.

The captain starts forward intending to talk the mask off the Deity’s face before he picks a new target. Wild pushes right past with a stream of words and excited emotion; for all the world like a puppy harrying a wolf.

He may not love the champion and the misery his presence brings, but he doesn’t deserve to be cut down by the Deity. Yet Wild is interrupting again and the warrior is striding away, taking Time’s body with him.

Warriors stands and stares after them, lost. What is he supposed to do? A chill curls around his shoulders and steals questing fingers under his shirt. He glances down; there’s no frost on his clothes, but it feels like there should be. Is it…Wild?

He turns to trudge back to the others. Maybe they have an idea of how to get Time back. No sense in freezing his metaphorical ass off.

Four is already opening his mouth when feeling slams into them in a wave. There’s something behind him; something monstrous. Warriors bolts, but the hot breath of the creature still puffs at the back of his neck. There’s a growl, so low it vibrates in his bones instead of his ears. The cold is back, but now it stings like hail.

Then, rolling across the top of it is a layer of magma. The creature chasing him changes and grows leaner and hungrier. He should look back; should take in the situation, but he can’t. Warriors is being hunted; prey beneath the eye of a hawk.

He stumbles to a halt near the others as the feeling fades behind him. Finally daring to look over his shoulder, there’s no great beast ready to devour him. Fierce Deity and Wild appear to still be talking. Twilight and Legend have stopped closer, with Wind trailing slightly behind. Sky is even further past the captain, still backing away with wide eyes. He looks ill.

“Shit,” Four says eloquently. Warriors echoes him silently. It’s not quite as bad as when they first met the champion, but it’s close. What changed? The off-putting vibes had been better, lately.

Then Wild throws himself at the Fierce Deity and it’s Warriors turn to start swearing.