![[art by Esteban Maroto] God/Deicide](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/1920w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vNDU1NGE3ZWMtYzczZS00YzE5LWExZDMtN2JhZWI4NTUzNGJlLmpwZWc.webp)
@generalpha
Prompt
[art by Esteban Maroto] God/Deicide
statue, doubles, twins, entangled fingers, Worst Quality, ugly, ugly face, watermarks, undetailed, unrealistic, double limbs, worst hands, worst body, Disfigured, double, twin, dialog, book, multiple fingers, deformed, deformity, ugliness, poorly drawn face, extra_limb, extra limbs, bad hands, wrong hands, poorly drawn hands, messy drawing, cropped head, bad anatomy, lowres, extra digit, fewer digit, worst quality, low quality, jpeg artifacts, watermark, missing fingers, cropped, poorly drawn
2 years ago
Model
SSD-1B
Guidance Scale
7
Dimensions
1024 × 1024
![[art by Esteban Maroto] God/Deicide](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vYWNhZWNlYmQtNDYxNC00MTNlLWIzMjktOWQxZjE0MGVmYzc1LmpwZWc.webp)
![God/Deicide [Art by Kelley Jones] God/Deicide God/Deicide God/Deicide](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vMDU1NGVjNTItZWMyZi00NmY1LWJhMWUtOTE1YTM1Yzk0YzY4LmpwZWc.webp)
![[warhammer] His muscular form is defined by years of battle, and his chiseled features bear the scars of countless encounters. In his hands, Conan wields a warhammer, its weight seemingly insignificant within his mighty grasp. The weapon gleams in the sunlight, a testament to the countless foes it has crushed under its devastating blows. With every sinewy muscle flexed, Conan exudes an aura of raw power and indomitable strength.](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vOWJkYWNiMTctN2E4My00YjhhLWEzMDMtMjZiOWU3MWU4MTE2LmpwZWc.webp)

![[illustration by Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird] The vampire lord's eyes flash with anger at your words, a low growl rumbling in his throat. He lunges forward, his movements blindingly fast, but you're ready. Your broadsword flashes out, the blessed blade leaving a trail of holy light in its wake.](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vZTJiMDQxZjItNjhmOS00YTc3LTgxYTEtYWRhMGQ3NWM1NjEwLmpwZWc.webp)
![[art by Bruce Pennington] THE DEATH DEALER: tribeless barbarian in a large forest that, after the end of the Ice Age, will one day become the Mediterranean sea. When the Mongol-esque Kitzaak Horde invade the forest, various parties try to recruit Gath's aid to defend against them. One of them, the beautiful sorceress Cobra, gives Gath a helmet possessed by the god of death. The helmet gives him godlike power but at the same time tries to break Gath to its will. With the help of the worldly trave](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vYzE2MGE3ZGUtMWNkNy00ODBlLWEyZmItMjE5ZDg1ODk0OTk5LmpwZWc.webp)
![[Quilted Scene] Plague demon rampage](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vMTY0MGY5MTYtY2U3OC00ZmYxLTk3NmUtYThlNTk1NTVmNWFiLmpwZWc.webp)
![[the Death Dealer: oil painting] Molly Hatchet by Frank frazetta. Molly Hatchet is fighting with his guitar as a sword, the screams of pain and suffering echo of his opponents as they are dispatched all around him. Even in death, they call his name, begging forgiveness for their failure to win the day.](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vYzRlMDkyYjMtMTM0MC00NzM1LThiYmMtZDc2NzJhYjRjZjcxLmpwZWc.webp)
![[art by Bruce Pennington] THE DEATH DEALER: tribeless barbarian in a large forest that, after the end of the Ice Age, will one day become the Mediterranean sea. When the Mongol-esque Kitzaak Horde invade the forest, various parties try to recruit Gath's aid to defend against them. One of them, the beautiful sorceress Cobra, gives Gath a helmet possessed by the god of death. The helmet gives him godlike power but at the same time tries to break Gath to its will. With the help of the worldly trave](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vMjI0ZjFhNzctZWU0Zi00YmYxLWJkMmUtZjYzN2YzZjc3NmIyLmpwZWc.webp)

![[art by Frank Frazetta] In the shadowed glade, where the moon cast an eerie glow, a figure emerged from the darkness. A demoness, with goat horns spiraling from her head, stood tall and proud. Her vestal linen dress stained with the blood of the celebration she had just made. The demoness wielded a sword, gleaming in the moonlight, a weapon of ancient power and dark intent. Her eyes, a fiery gaze that spoke of untold secrets and forbidden knowledge, surveyed the scene before her with a mix of sa](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vNjcwZmU0ODktYTI0YS00NDI5LWIwNDEtMjg0Nzk0MjA3ZDIxLmpwZWc.webp)
