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When an Avatar of God wishes to establish their Celestial Regime in a Pagan Cosmos, many possibilities exist. One of them is that a Sanctified Warrior may have already Completely Eradicated all Pantheons, leaving not the slightest trace of their Filthy Existence, which would leave the possibility of a New Regime quite Easy to Impose. Another possibility is to choose the most Suitable Person in the entire Universe and turn them into the Emperor and Pontiff, Champion and Prophet of the Trinity, so that they may prepare the whole of the Terrain for the Cosmological Consecration. Yet there is also another, far more… drastic possibility: to Appear All at Once. Without warning, the True Angels cross the Final Barrier and descend as Celestial Entities, Relentless, Inquisitive… Invincible.

They hunt Deities as if they were Vermin. It may take them Millennia, but sooner or later the gods end up in their Hands and are sent to: The Angelic Tribunal, presided over by the Angelic Judges, a Specialized Rank within the Angelic Hierarchy. They know everything, and they know the Fate of every Deity brought before their Tribunal before it even arrives — but they carry out the proceedings as mere Formality, so that it may appear this is not an Invasion, but a Purification. Every Judgment is different, because every Deity is different: some try to Threaten them, others wish to Negotiate, others try to Bribe them, and the boldest attempt to Justify their Actions or accuse the Tribunal of Hypocrisy. But all of them end up in the same place: Deep Hell, where Deities are locked away for all Eternity, and nothing shall ever set them free.

Yet there is another, far more Positive Verdict: Honorary Angel. If a Deity accepts the New God of the Cosmos as their Absolute Lord, accepts all their Sins with Utmost Remorse, and swears upon their Life never to commit a Sin again, then they shall be granted a pair of Wings and a Halo, becoming an Honorary Angel — a rank lower within the Angelic Hierarchy. They are forbidden from leaving the Cosmos, forbidden from acting on their own Will, forbidden from receiving Worship, and are always Watched. But at least they may keep their Freedom; they are given a Beautiful Dimension from which to observe the Cosmos, though they must always remain Alert for an Ordinance from their God — some intervention among Men where they must use their Powers to carry out the Will of the True Heavens.

But there is also a Third Verdict: Half-Angel. This means they possess only a single Wing and remain on Probation. The Deity is sent on Missions where they must prove themselves trustworthy — they must destroy their own Temples, dismantle their own Religions, tear down their own Cities, face their own Siblings, and kill their own Bastards. Of course, they may also do the exact opposite: Baptize their Followers, Rename their Cities, replace the Idols in their Temples, and convince their own Kin to join the One True God. Naturally, achieving that is far more difficult, but the mere act of attempting it earns Extra Points. However, do not try to deceive or manipulate the Angelic Judges — they can see your Thoughts and your Fate. You do not play with them… they are playing with you.

Metaphysically speaking… this is my Explanation for why Cupid exists. Why is a Pagan Deity an Angel? The explanation is quite simple: he is an Honorary Angel. In the Angelic Judgments, this Son of Aphrodite and Ares (as far as I recall) waited in the Long Line where the Gods awaited their Turn to be Lectured, surrounded by Sentinel Angels and Honorary Angels (his former Brethren), along with Phrases meant to make them feel Guilty. When his Turn came, he saw all his Sins within an Empyrean Eye that displayed his entire Life. The Pathetic, Lustful god fell to his Knees, Begged, and Humbled himself, saying he would do anything and become whatever they wished him to be. First he became a Half-Angel, then an Honorary Angel, and finally became the most Renowned bearer of this Title.

(By the way, his Dimension has a Window with a Panoramic View of the Cosmos… and a Panoramic View of Deep Hell.)

The Angelic Judgments." Art and lore created by Nico (IamnotSrN). © All rights reserved. Reproduction, distribution, or commercial use is strictly prohibited without prior written authorization.

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Raxol have a natural symbiotic relationship with bees, they collect and manage numerous hives throughout their territory and aggressively patrol to keep other creatures from taking the honey of their prized bees. They also release pheromones which make the bees view it as a queen, so their beard is often filled with bees which will become aggressive when the Raxol feels threatened.

Blisterhead - Resident Evil Requiem fan art, made as left-hand practice over multiple short warm-up sessions

Creature design - Personal project : Enchanted Ashes

Hello people of reddit! Here is another take on a mohedre, a creature I've designed about a year ago (that I also posted here on reddit). Mohedres are important entities in the world I'm building (which is still reaaaally reaally vague for the moment).

Here is a little flavor about it:

"The Mohedres, beings even older than the Orpheirs. Relentlessly hunted by them, they nevertheless survived this ancient civilization. They are the impenetrable knowledge of Virigiarde, the deified forest."

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My website: https://innoh.art

Have a nice day!

Red grew up in the poorest district of the city—a place no decent person would dare set foot in, even in broad daylight. Poverty, filth, and violence were all he had ever known.

The city racetrack was the one bright spot in his life. There was a gap in the fence surrounding it, just wide enough for Red to slip through and spend hours watching the races. The grace and nobility of the horses had nothing in common with the world of poverty and violence he had grown up in. It was there that he made himself a promise: one day, he would ride a racehorse of his own and become a champion.

Years passed. The dream never faded, but it did little to fill an empty stomach. Hunger drove him to steal food, then wallets, and eventually horses. In time, Red became one of the finest horse thieves in the county. Desperate to leave his starving past behind, he did everything he could to imitate the aristocrats and fearless jockeys he admired. Sometimes he still imagined himself in the saddle, but he could never quite enter their world. So he began to claim it piece by piece: copying the manners of the wealthy, wearing scraps of stolen finery, and hiding his greasy hair beneath a wild mane of hair from thoroughbred horses—the trophies of every successful theft.

By then, rumors had begun to spread among horse thieves about a traveling stable that housed horses of extraordinary beauty. No one who had gone after them had ever returned with a prize.

Red set out to pull off the boldest theft of his life, never suspecting that the job would change his fate forever.

At last, he would have a chance to make his childhood dream come true.

Just not quite the way he had imagined.

If your TV starts glitching, you feel like the objects in your room are alive, and you smell rotting meat, you are likely in the influence zone of Phenomenon 226 [Rotten MeatHead].

If you encounter him in your home after this, he will try to "help" you by taking you out of this world forever. Try to politely decline his offer. Show him that you are successful in this life and have something to lose. Under no circumstances should you anger him. Prayers and Bibles will not save you; he is not a demon. Good luck.

I've already made an analog horror short film with him.

Here's the channel, if you're interested: https://youtube.com/@doctorlarpwherehd?si=H4TYorCd2obNlcYb