#demon girl

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I MADE THESE!! 

I’m not really good on pixel art, but I tried and I liked anyways <3 

I love demon Kuroo but his details kill me, help 

★ Claire ☆

A gift for @OyasumiPanpan on twitter featuring one of her demon girl OCs! The design is so fun and colourful, it really makes me wanna create more characters like that again, too (ง •̀▿•́)ง ….

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kastep:

A bunch of sketches from my instagram (@kovalevichstepan). Building the confidence with pencil

comicbooknudes:

Xxxenophile #1, “Demonstration of Affection.” Story and pencils by Phil Foglio, inks by Mark A. Nelson.

shadowmistart:

Something I had started a while ago, but never finished.

webtoon cover commission for evi

Nov 2020

So I tried to do something different and I like it! I’ll try to do more with this style

[the sugababes’ cover of ”here come the girls” blares in the background]

@ringamon‘s demon girl from their hella cool t-shirt design because i am Weak!!!!

(i had POP/STARS playing on repeat throughout the entire duration of drawing this)

More KnY OC stuff

I wanted to draw them all in one pic, hence the 1st pic
I also have a Kakushi now help

The Devil’s In The Details

“…And here we are!” The dark robbed woman holding Mary’s shoulder exclaimed with a nervous excitement as they reached the large bonfire where everyone had gathered.

“I uh, didn’t realize it was a costume party.” Mary scanned the crowd of people, the firelight casting light in a way that made the pointed hoods obscure their faces, though she could feel the eyes watching her. “Adam never said anything about robes.”

“Yes… Adam.” The older woman waved her arm, dark billowing fabric trailing with it as she gestured to one of the figures, who gave the slightest bow. “Adam has been crucial in this year’s festivities, his recruitment techniques are the reason we were able to finally gather enough for the ceremony, he did fill you in on the details of the ceremony right?”

“Ceremony?” Mary questioned. “I thought this was a party, what is going o-”

The older woman hushed her and sighed. “Now now, I’ll explain everything. I do apologize for the cloak and dagger routine, it’s a tradition you see. Complete transparency though, this isn’t as much a party, as a ceremony to celebrate the season. We…” she gestured to the figures circling the large bonfire. “Are all here to celebrate the gifts of our dark lord.”

“D-dark lord, what the hell is-”

“Hell indeed. Now, if you could kindly wait a moment, I’ll explain. This is a dark ritual, with intent to curry favor with the dark energies from the afterlife, and yes, your participation is compulsory. Technically, a soul is only able to be given willingly, so your immortal spirit is in no danger. Physically, you will be blessed by the powers of darkness, and some sort of change is inevitable.”

Mary blinked, the speech from the older hooded figure was surreal, she sounded like she was trying to talk her into buying a timeshare, not joining them in this hellish ritual sacrifice.

“While you will physically become a demon technically… we can’t actually force you to give up your human soul. I do encourage you to relinquish your soul, but the choice is ultimately yours. Either way, you will possess wondrous new powers enough mystical power to at least be able to hide your form with a glamour, so this doesn’t need to change anything. I mean, I do encourage you to embrace the fiery embrace of our dark lord, but consider this just an introduction with benefits. Now, if you will please stand here on this platform.”

She ushered her onto a small raised stone dais, and two of the more burly hooded figures stood to either side of her in case she tried to escape. Did she really need to escape though? Maybe it was the soothing timbre of the elderly woman’s voice or the pleasant warmth of the bonfire on the cold Halloween night, but this didn’t feel nearly as demonic as it ought to.

Mary stood there in a trance, watching as the older woman read aloud from a book bound in what she hoped was not human skin, waiting as the gathering of disciples chanted back what she spoke in a feverish chorus of adoration. Eventually, the ritual seemed ready to draw to a close, and Mary was caught off guard when the woman approached her and then pushed her backwards into the fire.

It should have burned.

It should have been burning her, but other than the discomfort of landing on the stack of wood, there was no pain. In fact, the discomfort of the wood vanished rather quickly, a burning warmth engulfed her, and she felt herself lift from her physical form.

The group was silent, waiting with hushed breaths. They had never actually gathered enough disciples for this ritual, and none were sure how it was supposed to go exactly. Enough time passed that they had started to get nervous, and it was only the truly faithful who kept in bowed submission.

Suddenly the flames shot upwards, the bonfire blasting out a wave of heat the knocked those skeptical initiates from their feet and left those worshiping to bask in a moment of the warmth of the hellish flames. From the flames emerged a burning shape, and as the flames surrounding it died, the now nude shape of Mary stepped out.

It wasn’t the same Mary that had been tossed on to the fire though, Mary’s eyes burned with a red light as intense as the flames as she looked at those before her. Twin horns broke free from her tangle of blonde curls, pointing upwards to the sky like accusational fingers, and a long spade-tipped tail curled around her leg. She ran her clawed hand up her torso, dragging her claws across both sets of breasts.

The old woman had not lied, Mary could hear the group speaking in reverent tones with her large pointed ears. Grinning, Mary stretched and two huge leathery wings unfolded from behind her, she felt… powerful. She maneuvered new muscles and with a series of heavy flaps he lifted off the ground and ascended into the moonlit sky above the gathering of awestruck figures.

a quick demon gorl i drew to get used to my new tablet

pastel demon loves her goth angel gf