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The Demon Project 048: Demons and environment created with Flux AI image generator with clean up and post processing done in Photoshop.

distorted image, malformed body, malformed fingers

8 days ago

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SSD-1B

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The Demon Project 048: a scene where sinister demons roam a dark, otherworldly landscape, their twisted forms blending seamlessly with the eerie environment. The demons, born from the depths of imagination and brought to life through digital artistry, exude a malevolent energy that sends shivers down your spine. The intricate details and haunting atmosphere evoke a sense of dread and fascination, drawing you into a realm where the boundary between reality and nightmare blurs.
Plague demon rampage
Plague demon rampage
The beast's eyes are burning coals, filled with an insatiable hunger that threatens to consume everything in its path. Its body is a grotesque amalgamation of flesh and bone, twisted and deformed by some unspeakable evil.
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.
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.
Under the blood red moon, they emerge— Azazel, Prince of Wrath, tall and proud, Flanked by his hounds, violent and grim. Born of flame, Azazel's skin smolders, Dark horns curl from his twisted brow, His wingspan blocks out the very stars. At his heels, the hellhounds follow, Coarse fur matted, teeth bared and snarling, Jaws that drip with sinners' blood.
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.
In the center of the chamber, looming over everything, is a creature that defies description. Its body is a grotesque amalgamation of flesh and bone, twisted and deformed by some unspeakable evil. Its eyes are burning coals, filled with an insatiable hunger that threatens to consume everything in its path. The beast lets out a bone-chilling roar that echoes through the chamber, causing the very stones to tremble. Its eyes are burning coals, filled with an insatiable hunger that threatens to cons
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.
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.
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