phemiec:phemiec: If you travel to the East, to the unforgiving deserts of the land once called the
phemiec: phemiec: If you travel to the East, to the unforgiving deserts of the land once called the Sahara. If you pack enough provisions to survive weeks of hellish sandstorms and maddening heat, and mind your compass closely, you might find yourself in a place mentioned only in lowered voices, tremulous with disgust and loathing. You will know it first from the smell, which will start acrid and grow stale. Walk only a few hours more and you will reach a vast lake, an oasis. But do not rejoice in your thirst, for as you approach, the smell on the air will grow stronger, until you finally place it… and if the stench does not dissuade you, the sickly yellow colour and the radiating warmth will. In your revulsion, you might fail to notice the small island in the center of the massive lake of waste, but it’s inhabitants will not fail to notice you. His disciples are not used to visitors. Their faces will be bandaged and their clothing ragged and filthy. Many are mutated or disfigured. Others may leer and snarl with wicked eyes even as they sail across the lake to meet you and usher you aboard one of their makeshift rafts. When you dock, you will see the island is all but barren. A tiny, derelict village is all that remains of His domain, his worshipers reduced to perhaps a dozen outcasts, criminals, and other undesirables. The dregs of humanity are his claim, and they find their sanctuary in service to him. His tent will be the largest and most lavishly decorated. But still small and simple when compared to the laughable affluence of his past. You will slip through the opening and be suddenly alone amongst his many precious silks and furs, but suddenly they will start to shift as something moves beneath them. The slumbering cat awakens. With a great stretch will rise a streak of huge white tigers, magnificent and terrible, each possessing a cruel face and a pair of glowing red eyes. But one is not what he seems. He will yawn and glare down at you, ready to snap at whatever intruder interrupted his rest. But when he sees you he may pause. And then, he will change. The largest tiger of them all shall shed his hide and reveal the glowing, grotesque shape of the twisted being beneath. God of Hatred. God of Disfigurement and Wretchedness. King of Liars, Betrayers, and Traitors. The Hideous God. The Banished One. Mudahfasch. The Third of the Doom Gods. Part 3 of my series of God!AU drawings. Set long after the Metalocalypse. Sorry for the wait. Feel free to delete the quoted text. (But leave this part please) {1/2/3/4/5} -- source link
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