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With the final design of the series, we conclude with a legendary daimon, the Priest (and the center of the story behind the advent calendar!) This one's a personal fave of mine tbh!!

I want to thank everyone for your patience while I completed these designs for you!! I learned a ton from these designs and sincerely hope the wait has been worth it! I'm so excited to have shared these ideas with everyone and look forward to future series!

The original advent calendar post -

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- 14: The Priest -Designed by prince-corvidae , art by Alkemistry .

Species: Legandry Daimon (Waxing Elder - Void-Corrupted)
Tier: ★★★★★

Long ago, there were not seven Ascendents but nine. Crestfallen was not yet wretched, twisted by chaos and grief. He was soft-spoken and beautiful, more so than the mortal mind could comprehend – and he was attended to by crane-like daimons who served as his librarians. This elder daimon was once the head of these attendants and Crestfallen’s favorite – a position he bore with pride.

But then Crestfallen cracked, shattered by the weight of thousands of mortal memories and emotions — and fell from his place amongst the Ascendants into despair. The elder could not bear to look upon the weeping mess that his god had become and so he severed their connection, losing all but the barest of his powers in the process. For hundreds of years he roamed, purposeless and full of resentment.

He walked amidst the mortals who had ruined his god and hated them – but stayed silent, hiding behind the disguise of a wandering scholar or minor mage. Until one day, he came upon a strange ruined village near the edge of the Verge. The earth was blackened, blighted, and writhed like flesh beneath his feet. For a moment he considered leaving – but then something called him, whispering in many quiet voices. A mirror.

It offered him revenge – it offered him a purpose. It would help him make the mortals pay, make them suffer like Crestfallen had suffered, and when it was all over — the world would be undone and remade again. All would be well, the mirror whispered.

So the daimon bowed his head and pledged himself to the service of the Mirrored God. The experience changed him -- nearly tore him apart -- but he endured, relentless and so the Mirrored God gave him the rarest gift of all. He would not replace the daimon's soul with a voidal as he'd originally planned, nor render him into one of hundreds of shardless in his service.

Instead, he named him his priest – one of his chosen. If the daimon could only endure a little more, pass a few more trials and tests – then perhaps, someday, he too could become a voidal.

But first, he would be tasked with delivering artifacts of the Mirrored God across the aether. One of which was the Mirror given unto Lord and Lady Havencourt on the night of their engagement. He planted the seeds of sickness that would unravel them and the whole House of Solace — all with a kindly smile on his face.

Now, a hundred odd years have passed and the time has come to harvest the gathered souls and despair collected within the mirror. At first, he hired and managed bandits to retrieve it – afraid of Lord Havencourt’s wrath and half-lucid daimons trapped within. But the bandits failed -- and so now, he dons the same disguise he first met the lord of the house in and returns to finish the job himself.

Owner: wriven

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Where to Find Me!

Commission Info: kem.carrd.co/

Links: linktr.ee/aethermancy

Art Discord for updates, projects, and commission openings: discord.gg/72EuRhpYwd

Description

With the final design of the series, we conclude with a legendary daimon, the Priest (and the center of the story behind the advent calendar!) This one's a personal fave of mine tbh!!

I want to thank everyone for your patience while I completed these designs for you!! I learned a ton from these designs and sincerely hope the wait has been worth it! I'm so excited to have shared these ideas with everyone and look forward to future series!

The original advent calendar post -

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- 14: The Priest -Designed by prince-corvidae , art by Alkemistry .

Species: Legandry Daimon (Waxing Elder - Void-Corrupted)
Tier: ★★★★★

Long ago, there were not seven Ascendents but nine. Crestfallen was not yet wretched, twisted by chaos and grief. He was soft-spoken and beautiful, more so than the mortal mind could comprehend – and he was attended to by crane-like daimons who served as his librarians. This elder daimon was once the head of these attendants and Crestfallen’s favorite – a position he bore with pride.

But then Crestfallen cracked, shattered by the weight of thousands of mortal memories and emotions — and fell from his place amongst the Ascendants into despair. The elder could not bear to look upon the weeping mess that his god had become and so he severed their connection, losing all but the barest of his powers in the process. For hundreds of years he roamed, purposeless and full of resentment.

He walked amidst the mortals who had ruined his god and hated them – but stayed silent, hiding behind the disguise of a wandering scholar or minor mage. Until one day, he came upon a strange ruined village near the edge of the Verge. The earth was blackened, blighted, and writhed like flesh beneath his feet. For a moment he considered leaving – but then something called him, whispering in many quiet voices. A mirror.

It offered him revenge – it offered him a purpose. It would help him make the mortals pay, make them suffer like Crestfallen had suffered, and when it was all over — the world would be undone and remade again. All would be well, the mirror whispered.

So the daimon bowed his head and pledged himself to the service of the Mirrored God. The experience changed him -- nearly tore him apart -- but he endured, relentless and so the Mirrored God gave him the rarest gift of all. He would not replace the daimon's soul with a voidal as he'd originally planned, nor render him into one of hundreds of shardless in his service.

Instead, he named him his priest – one of his chosen. If the daimon could only endure a little more, pass a few more trials and tests – then perhaps, someday, he too could become a voidal.

But first, he would be tasked with delivering artifacts of the Mirrored God across the aether. One of which was the Mirror given unto Lord and Lady Havencourt on the night of their engagement. He planted the seeds of sickness that would unravel them and the whole House of Solace — all with a kindly smile on his face.

Now, a hundred odd years have passed and the time has come to harvest the gathered souls and despair collected within the mirror. At first, he hired and managed bandits to retrieve it – afraid of Lord Havencourt’s wrath and half-lucid daimons trapped within. But the bandits failed -- and so now, he dons the same disguise he first met the lord of the house in and returns to finish the job himself.

Owner: wriven

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Where to Find Me!

Commission Info: kem.carrd.co/

Links: linktr.ee/aethermancy

Art Discord for updates, projects, and commission openings: discord.gg/72EuRhpYwd