Zodiac signs : Virgo / Vierge ♍

The sign of Virgo is a fallen angel, even in blindness, she can still read every human heart.

In my world building, necromancy is a very dangerous practice, as it is basically breaching a hole between two plane of existence, trying to fish for a soul in the abyss of afterlife , which is a void full of unnamed eldritch entities with no form.

The natural of the dark abyss is that it amplifies and twists any input of any kind, emotion, intention, basic instinct. The action of said breech would cause some information of the living world to leak into the abyss, as if shining light into a dark sea, it attracts unwanted attention from things that runs on animistic instinct.

when infect with information leaked from the world of living that was twisted and amplified by the abyss , they began to take from and shape, and would crawl their way up to the breech, and if they enter reality, a devastation would sure come after.

Usually , in ideal circumstances the ritual could be stopped and the breech sealed. But if shit hits the fan and the creature had already honed onto the source and about to breech into the living world. an undertaker knight will be sent in to deal with such issue.

A knight paladin volunteer him/herself to be possessed by a saint with a ritual and becomes a vassal of their powers, but such powers are like overcharging a battery it will burn down the human soul and body. The undertaker knight will banish the creature and seal the hole , hopefully before they turn into ash.

Started back in 2023 and finally finished!
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"You walk boldly into this place. You interrupt my prayer." The angel, if such a fallen thing could be called so, looked over his shoulder as he began to stand. Shards of ice ran streaked from his eyes down his cheeks, tears frozen. His eyes, pale blue, looked upon you with a strange brightness to them. "Go to sleep little ones, tomorrow will be a brighter day." The entity stated softly, his tone sad, afraid, yet... a faint hope laced it, a conviction that bordered on madness.

• Mercenaries discover Borael in the dead of night… while a raging blizzard lashes outside

The Promise of Tomorrow, Hope Through Lasting Storms. Borael watched over those who huddled by fire and warmth to withstand chilling blizzards and relentless conditions. He watched with awe as brave sailors cut through deadly tempests, he admired daring explorers who withstood hunger and dehydration while stranded on desolate mountains, holding onto hope that rescue would come. To witness battles not fought with blade or spell, but with hope and will. Yet seeing mortals perish while carrying such hopes, how their lifespan might flicker out in their own need for sleep. Things became much worse during the Last War, where citizens endured their cities held by enemy forces, hid in their cellars while enemies bombarded their homes. A new storm, made of mortal hands, had begun to threaten the people. The fishing villages of Scion’s Sound were particularly vulnerable to the battles between Karrnath and Thrane. The locals were not unused to danger, but going from being the coast of Thronehold to being the first line against the enemies across the sea forced many to seek out shelter. The Karrnathi are stubborn people, many opted to weather this storm. 

 The angel watched them with pity, when he eventually witnessed another event. In the prison of Dreadhold, nobles had been paying to be petrified. Put into slumber in stone until the war ended… and that fascinated Borael. A petrified creature would not age, nor would their bodies give out. The concept fascinated him. Given his knowledge of ice, he could induce a similar state as Risia’s stasis… So he did. Getting a few desperate villagers into the ice… and more prayed for it. An aspect of Dol Arrah. The sun forsook them, but the cold would embrace them.

 So it was that Borael roamed, and in doing so, reached out to the dreams of the hopeful. He would not simply observe, he would give salvation. As “the Warmth of Dol Arrah” he would save some… but only if they sacrificed others. Borael would encase the “sacrifices” in ice, and send the others to spread his word, or bring forth the situations that would warrant his “salvation”. Borael rarely leaves his anchor point, but while other idols are only able to Teleport back to their own, Borael can Teleport to any location where a mortal prays for him. A combination of Dream, Scrying and Teleport which lets him appear even amidst the worst of blizzards… once invited, it is not long before those within the abode are cast in frozen coffins.

Oil pastels on paper.

Dungeons and Dragons character I got requested to paint, I had so much fun working on this piece!

Angel of the Cycle. Personal work of mine, started as a MTG style assignment in Winona Nelson's Smarterartschool class wayy back in winter 😂 I tinkered with it on and off over the months, between freelance work. Now it's finally finished! :D https://www.instagram.com/kristinagehrmann/

oil pastels on paper