My sumbission for War for Rayuba. I tried making him as in the mood of the K6BD world as I could. With obious addition of a crocodile, after all its me we’re talking about
My own angel OC based on the Kill Six Billion Demons webcomic, a former thorn knight who has collected an assortment of devils that are housed within the angel’s armor, trapped there by having their masks welded in place.
“Ipreski was Prince Kassardis’ last and oldest wife, though barely by a few years. Despite her relative youth, however, her hair had already become white as snow. Some gossiped about how it was a curse from a vengeful sorcerer, for the offenses of the princess Ipreski’s family were broad, and no less horrible for their breadth.
Ipreski kept her white hair long, and bound up in coils that wrapped around her waist five times. She was exceedingly lazy, and would rather order one of her numerous and weary servants to fetch something than walk a mere five paces. She was pampered and fond of food and wine, and complained loudly if there was no place for her to lounge about.
This laziness of hers was a clever mask, for Ipreski kept all her energy coiled up inside of her like a spring. She was a master swordswoman, in the old tradition of her family, and her muscles were like steel cables. Such was her skill that she could kill a man and sheathe her sword before the first drop of his blood hit the ground. She had no need to pursue her opponents, for they could not touch her, and was instead content to wait until they came to their slaughter. This was the source and secret of her arrogance. She loudly mocked Kassardis’ other wives, especially the large and slow Littari, for she believed there was no chance they could beat her in open combat – and it was true.
It was only fitting, therefore, that the languid Ipreski was the last to set out in pursuit of the young prince in her palanquin, with her full retinue trailing after her.”
“Littari was Prince Kassardis’ second wife, and though she was not quite as young and vigorous as his wife Vastoki, nor as patient and wise as his wife Ipreski, her bloodlust was the strongest by far. Where Vastoki was thin and lithe, and favored traveling clothes, Littari wore a full set of eidolon-wrought armor, which she cleaned and polished constantly, and gave her the appearance of a gargantuan demon. She was twelve spans tall, and had enormous teeth. Her bulging muscles meant tailoring for her was a nightmare for her maids, so she spurned their service, and preferred to travel with her cook, sandal bearer, and sword-master only. Littari was far too strong to use a sword, for any normal weapon would break and shatter with the immense force she put upon it. Instead, she dragged around with her a great and heavy iron cauldron, with which she would beat opponents to death quite savagely. It was to this pot which the prince’s other wives had promised to chain her and force her to serve as a scullery slave, and so she had taken an oath of revenge to pulp, cook, and eat them. Littari was by far the least popular of the prince’s three wives, and so she only learned of his escape after the young Vastoki had started her pursuit. Nevertheless, by the second day, she was not far behind her quarry, and her steps shook the dust from the eaves of peasant homes as she passed.” – Tales of the Silver Prince
It is often said that secrets wish to be free. So many praise the virtues of truth, they forget that creation was forged from lies. The Duality were created from division, from limitation; from cleaving the infinite into the finite, all-knowing into half-knowing. To embrace truth is to embrace the divine - and thus to become one with the infinite sorrow and hopelessness of YISUN.
The gods, in their wisdom, created the Angels to uphold The Law. Yet the Angels themselves were flawed by their own enslavement to Truth. Their inability to properly misrepresent reality forces them to operate on rules that criminals and villains do not. So it was that the gods forged my people, the Akridon. Often likened to upright-walking locusts, we were born with a jealous hunger for secrets, and like the aforementioned plague we devour all hidden knowledge. In recent years, most of us are employed as spies, scouts, thieves or information dealers. Some of us, however, still uphold the ancient Ministry of Omission along with those outsiders we have deemed trustworthy.
If the universe is merely an opinion of YISUN, then we are his revisionists. I am sure he would welcome the contradiction.
Untold chaos and misery has been sown from the illumination of harmful wisdom, and so it is that sometimes certain…inaccuracies must be forcibly unwritten. Some name us assassins, but we are simply bureaucrats erasing poisonous truths. Those that resist our necessary deception are of greatest threat, and so find themselves at the literate end of my grim calligraphy. With my Blissful Reed, I redact their head from their shoulders, inscribe a bloody new chapter within their entrails, and violently strike them from the official record. Other times I simply write an unfinished phrase in the air, which beckons their humors to leap from their body and complete the words, though I tend not to favor this method lest my cloak be stained with red ink.
The revelation of the Ruling King’s Heir was without a doubt the Ministry’s greatest failure, and three of my fellows have each sheared off a tarsus in supplication. The guilds have brutally proven our necessity with their massacre at Hell 71. And so with the writing limbs of my brethren removed, it falls to me to provide the masses proper context for these events. The Heir’s existence has burned a white line across the Glyphosphere, and try as we might we cannot tear the words out of the sky. But perhaps matters can yet be salvaged. Firstly, the Heir’s Pursuers must be… quelled, lest they sow greater chaos. Afterward, the entire debacle can easily be written off as a deceitful guild power play gone wrong, and all rumors of an Heir may fade into incredulity.
This will require a gentle hand. No good has ever come from a messiah, but the same sevenfold from a Martyr. The Heir must survive.
My character for a tabletop game set in the Kill 6 BillionDemons world.
Been taking a break from fanart because I was feeling a bit of mild burnout (it being exam period doesn’t help), but I joined a few play by post games recently, so I’ll probably be posting a few drawings related to that.
This character’s a blue devil named Sapphire whom I could not decide on whether would have an archaeologist vibe or a sorceress aesthetic, so I went for a bit of both.
I used to picture 6 Jugs’ tea ceremonies as a strangely calm and classy affair contrasting with his brutality and horrific appearance, but now I’m picturing him going through the ceremony sarcastically, and then devolving until he’s shouting “HURF DURF I’M A HUMAN! I DRINK LEAF JUICE STRAINED INTO HOT WATER TO BRIEFLY FORGET I’M GOING TO DIE ONE DAY DURRR!”
