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Black Spire

I narrowly kept my life through the treacherous dangers that lead me here, a dead valley, neigh, it was a world unto itself, the dead raise of their own will, the sky a sickly orange, and clouds of dust blot out the sun. The rock and soil stained red, or a dull orange from the horrors of the blood spilled in these lands. The world has truly gone to hell, these are the only thoughts that can permeate my mind as I walk these damned plains towards my likely death. The only thing that can draw the eye in this vast open land was the cause of this nightmare, a black spire, it reached into the clouds, and a surface with uneven cleaving, like an imperfect diamond, its’ base and climbing most of the way up was a surrounding cathedral, tall towers leaning onto the hellish spire behind it, the rest of the building was sprawled out around the base of this spire, and climbing down the steep hill this structure sit upon.

The thin veins of the tower streaking down the sides looked like someone had let thin paint run down a canvas, the bricks seemingly wanting to match both the sickly sight of the land, and the spire that it was attached to, it was a dull brown from afar, the sun shining through clouds behind the structure that seemed to be a call to true hell. ‘Only the mad, or those who wish to die dare into those plains-’

‘You must want to die if you are going there!’

‘You’re insane, you know what you’ll find there, your own grave! You have nothing to gain, you’re just like the rest.’

‘What makes you think you’re so damn Special!’

The voices came to me as quick as the wind, all those who cursed at me, and shunned me for willing to sacrifice myself against this standing pillar of suffering and nightmares. There was never a belief, as all those who come here know their fate, and all think us mad forsaking our lives as if they are but a pebble, little else seems of worth for someone with nothing, so those of great valor who have lost all, and those of nothing who cannot hope for anything all walk the same path. 

I walked with a rhythm from my steps and armor, past body upon body of felled soldier, I looked down upon them all, and they were all different, but all shared one truth, they had no master, and bore no allegiance. These were but people of honor, or little else left to their name and life to give. I saw armor torn open like paper, and half buried husks of what was once someone like me. I dare not utter a prayer, this is a land forsaken by all gods, and to only be given to those of sorrow and loss. 

I set upon this path long before the decision was ever made by me, this was just the end for me, either by fate, gods, or some magnanimous other force, that I be laid to rest here, regardless of sorrow and grief upon this life I claim.

There I look up and have nearly met the base of my grave. I knew the fate of what comes by entering, but I knew I would not fall till I must collapse, as for all is lost, nothing is to lose. Even if I were to purge this land of this parasite, all who walk upon this land are cursed to it for eternity, so I merely raise my weapon and readied myself as I opened the door. 

I leave this for all who come after, all who have vowed for their loss to venture here, be brave, brace against yourself, and stand tall for no allegiance, king, country, or god follows, you are greater unto yourself through this decision than all who damned you here.

Okay, so I had an amazing idea that totally won’t flop.

So yall remember the Player comic series? The one set in Undertale where the player transports themselves in the game, talks a bit with sans, repeatedly gets forced out for some reason, helps Frisk gain free will during a genocide run, goes full pacifist but it resets, confronts Gaster, and gets their happy ending (from when I checked last). Yeah, the one with the gray skinned kid with black & red clothing.

Well, we take that idea and apply it to Deltarune (with proper credit to the original creator, of course). I think it’d be fun to see, considering now, Kris has something to argue with & free will, while the player would have to explain how they got into this predicament to Kris without saying the whole “your life’s a game” thing if he’s with others.

I’d actually get to whipping shit up now, buuuttt I can’t draw for shit and I don’t got no money to pay people. Still, good idea!

CHARACTER CONCEPT ART AND SHEETS!!

For my story Where The Gods Are Blind

I have a story I've been thinking about for multiple years now, and I was wondering if people would be interested

It's a more darker story about this guy called Rylee, he is a meaningless person, and his life wouldn't amount to anything. He tries to kill himself but a demon named Anubis stops him, and prolongs his life for a week more, where he gets Rylee to commit a bunch of crimes, which results in him being shot in the eye by a local farmer. It doesn't kill him, but he ends up hanging himself after that with the assistance of Anubis. Anubis tries to take his soul, but fails, so Rylee ends up a demon on earth

Hell is too full so low-level sinners like Rylee remain on earth, forever hidden in the shadows, whilst the truly evil sinners are in hell.

The story is about Rylee surviving on earth, learning to go through life after death and him slowly making friends, all while trying to avoid Anubis, who is after his soul, something he believes he "deserves"

I've put a lot of thought into it :3 at the moment, it's called

Pzycho Killerz

(Pzycho Killerz)

Here's some concept stuff for it

Tw: dark imagery