HOME | DD

Description
"The Sorcerer Demon has already tormented my most powerful mages from the forgotten Asmondar sanctum. When we tried to cast Light of Enlightenment - a vitally, elemental sacrificial spell - at his vessel back to the darkness itself, it conjured a storm of icky swords of the energy they used, to illustrate a rebellion committing mutiny. Its magical sorcery appeared like mottled entrails but aura or any light. We think it only sees how we perceive this vile creature. It lugs life and death at its hairy fingertips, not channeling essence to cast. It betrays the illusion of magic with seemingly real occurrences. If it wants to cast a fireball, then it can hurl burning witches' flesh with its arms - the flesh it consumes is food to its ability to do sorcery like as an another limb. Cast ice, it conjures a glacier because its body is so frigid and so drenched in otherwise material fluid. It has no mouth, but rather it's a compressed singularity. It has no source; its existence is materialised through its fraudulent source of existence that's what it knows about the human world's reality, not whim or fantasy. It uses sorcery like it's reality's fault. To even contemplate what it thinks, I think it hates the laws of physics more than souls. It was the reality's fault, and it expresses that by spelling deadly witchery tailored to their perception of reality. The more delusioned his prey is, the more powerful the demon becomes."

-- I've a strange aversion towards magic aura and neon light lol. I might do a digital concept art.

EDIT: I forgot to talk about the weird scribbles next to the creature. They're three scripts each for their respective languages: navazaric, gegnic, and malv'otic. They all spell maisyakh torshp. meaning 'Sorcerer Demon.'

Description
"The Sorcerer Demon has already tormented my most powerful mages from the forgotten Asmondar sanctum. When we tried to cast Light of Enlightenment - a vitally, elemental sacrificial spell - at his vessel back to the darkness itself, it conjured a storm of icky swords of the energy they used, to illustrate a rebellion committing mutiny. Its magical sorcery appeared like mottled entrails but aura or any light. We think it only sees how we perceive this vile creature. It lugs life and death at its hairy fingertips, not channeling essence to cast. It betrays the illusion of magic with seemingly real occurrences. If it wants to cast a fireball, then it can hurl burning witches' flesh with its arms - the flesh it consumes is food to its ability to do sorcery like as an another limb. Cast ice, it conjures a glacier because its body is so frigid and so drenched in otherwise material fluid. It has no mouth, but rather it's a compressed singularity. It has no source; its existence is materialised through its fraudulent source of existence that's what it knows about the human world's reality, not whim or fantasy. It uses sorcery like it's reality's fault. To even contemplate what it thinks, I think it hates the laws of physics more than souls. It was the reality's fault, and it expresses that by spelling deadly witchery tailored to their perception of reality. The more delusioned his prey is, the more powerful the demon becomes."

-- I've a strange aversion towards magic aura and neon light lol. I might do a digital concept art.

EDIT: I forgot to talk about the weird scribbles next to the creature. They're three scripts each for their respective languages: navazaric, gegnic, and malv'otic. They all spell maisyakh torshp. meaning 'Sorcerer Demon.'