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The Fae image for the story of 'Of Demons and Blue Moons'.Andy FarmanRelated content
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Что поделать? Это иллюстрация.
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The most practical of armor. Impenetrable even.
Oh, and the fair maiden's armor is looking good also.
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Oddly, this isn’t far off from the typical gladiator’s meager armor. Actually, they had LESS. A full arm and shoulder gauntlet, shield and helmet....
...NOTHING else. He had to fight otherwise naked. So, if she’s good at defensive crouching maneuvers, she should be able to defend her belly quite well.
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'Fae - Hellmouth': by Yuri Platov
The first colour illustration I have received from Yuri, yuriplatov.deviantart.com/ , and I think you will agree he has done a magnificent job of rendering my beautiful main character.
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The battered allied, Army of Light, was drawn up on the edge of a great clearing in the forest, barring the way to the Hell Mouth, the glow of which reflected in red on the mountains behind them, and off the sickly yellow of the sulphurous clouds above.
The army was but half the size it had been after a month of hard fighting. The Elven regiments, the Paladins, the Sappho brigade, the Centaur’s and the Minotaur’s formations were shrunken, but the two units, which were the main fighting power had suffered the most. The Valkerian’s shield wall was no longer able to stretch between both flanks, and the Lycan Legion now numbering but two composite regiments.
At their centre, though, the gold armoured shock troops of the Royal Guard of Ring, the personal bodyguard of Crown Princess Sabreese, still caused a sense of awe in those who beheld them.
Facing them, the Horde of The Black Flame, made up of the Sky Corps, Lilith’s Imps, Igrett’s Undead, and the traitorous Faerie’s of Queen Priscilla-The-Usurper.
The Horde outnumbered the Army of Light by three to one.
“This will be easy,” gloated Queen Priscilla, the titular commander of the combined forces, to her unit commander’s and stepped forward in order to shout terms of surrender to those opposing her passage to the Hell Mouth, but Lilith brushed her aside.
Beautiful, but terrible to behold, the Queen of Witches and First Succubus, the uncrowned consort of the Devil himself, spread her great bat-like wings.
Priscilla, her pretty face turned ugly in anger at the slight, was sent staggering backwards in the downdraught of those wings as they carried Lilith to a commanding position.
After hovering over the battlefield for a moment, Lilith settled to the earth, forcefully grounding the hilt of her trident into the ground, even as the leathery wings folded.
The thump of the trident was akin to the single tolling of a great and terrible bell.
Having gained everyone attention, Lilith’s appearance changed, the wings, her horns, and the long, spiked tail, disappeared, leaving her seductively naked but for thigh length dragon rider’s boots.
Hurriedly, Sabreese and the Elven mages cast counter spells before Lilith’s succubus charms could take hold, but they could not disguise her incredible beauty, highlighted by long, black, silky hair that blew in the gentle breeze.
Lilith addressed her enemies, but she made no attempt at offering terms.
“Warriors of the Army of Light, this is the last day you will draw breath, and once the Hell Mouth is at last open, those places that you call ‘Heaven’ will cease to exist.”
She paused to regard them, and allow the horror of her words to sink in.
“I have already taken from you your finest warriors, and I know that you are gambling on one particular warrior leader to join you today, one whom you hope will bring destruction upon my horde, but you should see her now as she is….”
Lilith shimmered as she cast, and a giant image appeared in the air between the two armies, showing an aged, white haired Fae in chains in a dimly lit, and filthy, dungeon.
“As you can see, the youth and beauty of Princess Aimee Adrianna, whom most of you know as ‘Fae’, have fled. Her muscles have withered, her combat skills have been replaced by an unquenchable need for the juice of the poppy, and she has been driven insane by the constant light of a blue moon.”
A low moan of despair issued from the allied ranks, but jeers and shouted obscenities came from the horde at her back.
In her free hand, Lilith held aloft two items, Fae’s dagger, the only device that could slay Lilith, and the gorgeously bejewelled belly chain that all had seen Fae wearing about her hips, the one that transformed into the Sword-of-the-Dead.
Lilith transformed the dagger into its guise of a silver scarf and tied it about one perfectly sculptured thigh before fastening the belly chain about her own hips.
“Princess Aimee was your preferred war leader, so it is my only concession to you that you die together… and serve me in hell!”
A tiny figure appeared in the sky behind the horde but it rapidly grew bigger with each beat of its mighty wings. The rider was dwarfed by the huge beast, which itself was unmistakably Fae’s mount, Storm Rider, and all watched it plunge, seemingly suicidally towards the ground, but flare at the last moment, spreading its huge wings to land in a cloud of dust.
Immediately, Storm Rider took to the sky again having deposited its rider in the dust storm.
The horde jeered and mocked the Army of Light, and Fae, who was not yet visible, and their opponents were silent, stricken at the witchery that had befallen their princess.
A gust of wind cleared the dust, and the hordes taunting quickly tailed off so that silence fell upon the field, but only for a moment.
From the Army of Light there issued a tumultuous roar, before there was taken up the chanting of their champion’s name.
“Fae! Fae! Fae! Fae!”
Fae, young, beautiful and vital, clad in gold mail and her golden half-armour, stepped forward to confront Lilith. Slung low about her hips was a belly chain, obviously the real item, and on her head she wore the Werewolf Helm.
The belly chain shimmered as she unfastened it, transforming into a broadsword.
“Today,” she said, almost pleasantly. “Today you die, mother.”
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So, like Samson, she’s showing her Faith and confidence in the Divine form, the Image and Likeness Of God that Lilith, in her insane pride, forfeited.
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The Divine Form being Hot should go without saying. I’m just trying to be more spiritually poetic.😛☦️💃
There’s a reason I call my nude collection “Cathedrals Of Flesh”. I’m paying respect to The Divine architect and mathematician Who developed the Golden Ratio. The closer something conforms to the ratio, the more beautiful it is.
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I think you can learn this by reading the story.
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