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Immortality. The power of the Gods. Some could say it is creation or destruction that is the power of the Gods, but no, it is immortality. We mortals can create and destroy. We control wind, earth, fire and water. What makes the Gods so special? It is their immortality. The power to live forever. The power to heal from any wounds, regenerate destroyed bodies. Can we do that? I think not. And what a strange thing it is. To feel pain, but have no traces of it. No scars, scabs or stitches. Just pristine, flawless flesh. To have a limb torn from your own body, only to have a new one grow back. Just as perfect and efficient as the last. But that brings to question: What happens to that other limb? That severed hand? What happens to the flesh of Gods when it is no longer attached? Is it dead? Is it alive? How could it be dead? The flesh of Gods knows no death, that would be impossible. Perhaps it still lives, drifting through time and space. Twitching and moving as it recalls past times and ancient functions. A remnant of the mind that once inhabited it, now lost and severed from the central consciousness. What does it remember? What does it forget? Perhaps it still thinks it is one. Still believes that it belongs. Maybe, out there in the abyss, the lost flesh drifts sleeping, dreaming of the God it once was.....

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An attempt at an update for an old monster design. The old one was too messy, which this one fixes, but now this one seems a bit too clean. Could have probably stood for some skin chunks or a bit more mangled look. Looks like we will have to try again!

Description
Immortality. The power of the Gods. Some could say it is creation or destruction that is the power of the Gods, but no, it is immortality. We mortals can create and destroy. We control wind, earth, fire and water. What makes the Gods so special? It is their immortality. The power to live forever. The power to heal from any wounds, regenerate destroyed bodies. Can we do that? I think not. And what a strange thing it is. To feel pain, but have no traces of it. No scars, scabs or stitches. Just pristine, flawless flesh. To have a limb torn from your own body, only to have a new one grow back. Just as perfect and efficient as the last. But that brings to question: What happens to that other limb? That severed hand? What happens to the flesh of Gods when it is no longer attached? Is it dead? Is it alive? How could it be dead? The flesh of Gods knows no death, that would be impossible. Perhaps it still lives, drifting through time and space. Twitching and moving as it recalls past times and ancient functions. A remnant of the mind that once inhabited it, now lost and severed from the central consciousness. What does it remember? What does it forget? Perhaps it still thinks it is one. Still believes that it belongs. Maybe, out there in the abyss, the lost flesh drifts sleeping, dreaming of the God it once was.....

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An attempt at an update for an old monster design. The old one was too messy, which this one fixes, but now this one seems a bit too clean. Could have probably stood for some skin chunks or a bit more mangled look. Looks like we will have to try again!