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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.
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.
Bakasura The Man Eater
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.
Bakasura The Man Eater
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 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.
[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.
[art by Esteban Maroto] God/Deicide

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