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Plague demon rampage

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SSD-1B

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Plague demon rampage
I am the slayer of evil and the bane of the burning hells. I went back to the darkest depths of Hell, where Lilith, the daughter of hatred, awaits me. I will not falter, I will not fear. I am the Nephalem and because of our lineage, they loved us. And because of our difference, they feared us. Our existence would forever alter the balance of power in the Great Conflict.
Seeing no weakness, Azazel snarls in rage— "Fool! Know you not the powers you trifle with?" And with that, in smoke and flame, he departs. Dahlia watches, waiting for their next bout— An endless clash of dark and light continues, And she, a stalwart guardian, abides.
The darkness around you seems to coalesce, swirling into a terrifying shape - a hulking, black mass with razor-sharp claws and glowing red eyes. As the darkness solidifies, you can feel the weight of ancient evil pressing down upon you. With a roar that echoes through the temple, the creature charges forward, lashing out with its massive claws. The air is thick with menace as it bears down on you and your companions.
The Beast, a towering monstrosity with eyes that glow like the fires of the underworld, is said to be the embodiment of an ancient curse. With horns that twist like the roots of ancient trees and fur as dark as the night, it strikes terror into all who dare to wander into its domain. Its massive, gnarled limbs crush the earth beneath it, and its breath, a cold fog, brings an unnatural chill to the air.
Seeing no weakness, Azazel snarls in rage— "Fool! Know you not the powers you trifle with?" And with that, in smoke and flame, he departs. Dahlia watches, waiting for their next bout— An endless clash of dark and light continues, And she, a stalwart guardian, abides.
The Demon Project 048: Demons and environment created with Flux AI image generator with clean up and post processing done in Photoshop.
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The darkness around you seems to coalesce, swirling into a terrifying shape - a hulking, black mass with razor-sharp claws and glowing red eyes. As the darkness solidifies, you can feel the weight of ancient evil pressing down upon you. With a roar that echoes through the temple, the creature charges forward, lashing out with its massive claws. The air is thick with menace as it bears down on you and your companions.
The Beast, a towering monstrosity with eyes that glow like the fires of the underworld, is said to be the embodiment of an ancient curse. With horns that twist like the roots of ancient trees and fur as dark as the night, it strikes terror into all who dare to wander into its domain. Its massive, gnarled limbs crush the earth beneath it, and its breath, a cold fog, brings an unnatural chill to the air.
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