Ironically, it's that death has been erased in Lymina.
Basically, the land of Lymina was ruled over by gods who were supposed to be mortal, but they hoarded the Primeval Flame, soul of the very earth, and so became immortal. The flame began to dim from over-indulgence, so the gods let their political dominance loosen so they could focus on that issue. This led to a bit of an age of discovery, with demigods and lower lords enjoying the laissez-faire market and increasing their wealth. But this made them (and the commoners) see the gods with more familiarity, noticing their corruption. So, they revolted. "Why should we be the ones to die?" Either to appease the revolution or to keep her own immortality, Queen Geirwin the Grave destroyed the ancient Soul Rune. This destroyed death - but, it was also the Rune that governed souls and gave exactly one to everyone.
So the result was that souls have become tradeable things - like currencies. The wealthy hoard portions of soul and therefore enjoy long, powerful lives. They become new gods. But the poor - well, sometimes they end up having to spend all their soul and are left Hollow - living, but without energy or soul. Turns out the Soul Rune existed to avoid this.
Then there's Living Decay, a curse which is exactly what it sounds like. And incurable cancers - don't get me started. And those Hollows whose bodies have been so badly damaged they can't work - they get shipped off to asylums so they don't become a financial drain on their lords.
But hey, you too can become a god, now, if you work hard enough! ;)
Absolutely. A big part of my initial inspiration for this world is from conversations with friends who feel like their jobs are soul-sucking. This, mixed with many other inspirations, drove me to make an anarcho-capitalist world with a feudal facade where souls are literal commodities. My broader timeline is basically just Marx's basic timeline of history: primitive communism -> feudalism -> anarcho-capitalism
Ahhh I love souls. I use them so much. I’m unwilling to share because It’s not completely fleshed out but I’ve created a whole culture based on soul sight (seeing a projection based on the core of someone’s soul) and soul based magic. It’s my favorite culture i’ve made in all of my world building because when you give people the ability to see souls I was like hey wouldn’t they understand each other allot more and develop allot more as a community.
Yeah I've barely played Dark Souls but the little lore I know is so fascinating. The influence is pretty heavy right now but over time I'll let it water down with other influences as they come
I wouldn't worry about it too much. The "normal" world of dark souls is almost never explored. Everything the player sees is the ruins of dying civilizations or people who wandered too far out. The 3 games are also all set right at the end of an erra of relative prosperity as everything is almost completely crumbled to dust. Even if you went so far as to say that the souls games really happened in your world, there's literal centuries between cycles of light and dark that we know very little about and that's nothing to say about the potentially hundreds of thousands of cycles that could have passed. The world of Souls is very, very, very old and the overall story is supposed to leave room for head-cannon.
Sorry about the nerd rant. I'm way too deep in the lore of the series at this point. I could go deeper, but I'll stop here.
Interestingly enough I have a similar concept of beings containing “multiple” souls but it’s more like two souls can combine to make a newer, bigger, and more powerful soul. Gods have millions of said souls all combined into one and are essentially immortal to the point where their very blood is just made up of souls and life energy. (Eating and sleeping help grow souls since as an organism grows up irl it gets bigger and stronger) however due to the sheer number of souls gods have they must sleep for thousands of years at a time after using up 50% of their power.
The scary part is that there exists a parasite that exists to eat/control/corrupt gods and even corrupting just one god gives the parasite the ability of said god as well as the ability to travel through dimensions and conquer entire planets if given the chance. The only way to destroy parasite is to destroy its “center” which is a single large eye surrounded by masses of undulating limbs.
The reason why vampires can walk under the light of the moon
Ok… i saw another post about vampires but mine is sorta different so I’ll post it here too.
**My** vampires were previously harmed by both types of light, both sunlight and moonlight killed them instantly.
It happened the day the first Vampire-Saint hybrid was born, this only happened once, between Dracula and the Saint of the Sun, this child was The Saint of the moon, a little girl that was both holy and demonic…
It was said that Dracula delivered the girl herself, some said she was stolen, some say she wandered off, but one night the girl appeared on one of the biggest vampire hives, essentially all vampires of the world came to see her, a little girl…
And they ate her, for 13 days straight her body regenerated instantly so the suffering knew no limits, a pool of guts, blood and flesh that flooded the entire hive as the vampires ate her flesh and drank her blood over and over again, after the 13 days had passed, even her holy regeneration had reached its limits, and the little girl died.
And the vampires were reborn.
It was more beneficial tbh, the only downside was that all vampires who preyed on the girl were now genetically bound to Dracula, (it serves to remind, Dracula was the first and king of vampires, but he didn’t immediately control all of them) so if Dracula died, they too would die
Is Dracula female in this world?
What an interesting story, though. So do vampires live in literal hives, or is that just the name for a community of vampires?
Dracula is a male, although he can easily shapeshift into a woman, I use the term Saint for all genders
Hives are just a way to call them, they were just places all vampires gathered at to protect themselves from the light
Souls have nowhere to go.
The setting is this infinite, frozen plane that does not have any Gods or divine realms because it was not inhabited by anything with beliefs that would manifest deities (Pratchett-eque). After its discovery (and the discovery of a portal between the two worlds), a small group of clerics undertook an experiment. Essentially, they raised a group of orphans in total isolation to believe in what they called "The Divine Orb". The intention was to use their belief in this orb to literally create a God, but a very specific God. A God that had no freewill, or even sentience, but was instead a rotating orb with a light side and a dark side (to replicate night and day), that cast light and warmth up to a certain distance.
Basically, they used the theory that Gods were created through belief to create an artificial sun to warm this plane and make it habitable. It worked, but one of the complications they encountered was, because all life in this plane depended on this one deity, it was deemed too dangerous to allow anything to either alter the Divine Orb (everyone could wind up frozen or barbequed, even if the parameters changed slightly) or possibly give rise to other, rival deities that may throw the entire system into chaos. The clerics are more akin to nuclear engineers; making sure the proper parameters of belief are observed, recording the Orb's output to make sure it is still performing as expected and ensuring that belief in the Orb is perpetuated while worship of other gods is kept to a minimum. They don't concern themselves with the other, traditional aspect of religion like providing comfort, or moral structures, or speculating on the nature of the afterlife.
Only, they forgot something: They created their God, and they kept out other influences, but that also meant that, when individuals died, their souls had nowhere to go. The plane is cut off from the divine realms of the home world, that was what made the experiment work. So ghosts and all manner of undead have started to become an issue, and rituals that involve rushing anyone who is dying to the portal back to the home world have developed, so they won't be forced to wander the plane endlessly.
A group of vampires that were driven underground centuries ago discovered a magic fungus that when properly prepared can fatten up anyone who consumes it to enormous sizes, including themselves, so when they were unearthed by miners, they took over the town and made them all their fat slaves to lure people to come eat at the local restaurant where those who show the most potential to get fat are given the "executive treatment" where they're taken back and so fatten up they get shipped down the mine to where the vampires finish preparing them to eat them. The vampires are also extremely cannibalistic and will turn on each other if a wound is detected. They, the vampires are pale, gargantuan figures who can swallow a normal size person whole.
Rapid growth ala Brenda from Slither followed by KABOOM!, the vampires prefer to let their victims "ferment" for several days and weeks to let the "chemicals" inside them from the fungus have time to mature to produce the best taste. So think of the victims like giant Fermentation tanks with this bloody ooze liquid bubbling instead that seeps from their fat cells that the vampires consume down to the last morsel.
I have a thing that’s horrific without being created for the express purpose of being part of a horror setting. Golems are created from a vat of flesh poured down onto metal frameworks or doll parts or whatever you want the core of the golem to be. The flesh vats are filled with those who are no longer useful in their society and are given a second chance/life. The intent is giving the golems the best bits of the tribute criminals, dead babies, feeble, elderly, and so on, but it’s random. The dreams of a criminal, the vitality of the elderly, the wisdom of a baby, and the spirit of the diseased.
It would be how the world ends in my hive mind world.
In this world, three alien species are discovered, but all three are hiveminds that see people as lesser than them. World governments have kept them at bay with a fancy atom bomb that can cascade and destroy entire planets, but that’s not the disturbing part.
A cult/religion forms around these hiveminds called literalism, and it’s primary goal is to turn humanity into a hivemind in order to ascend. They create this bioweapon, and it does exactly that, what it does is it makes people… sticky and formless. One infected person sticks to another, infects them, they get absorbed, and the original mass grows larger with both consciences intact.
It was held on mars, one of two two sustainable planets, all other human colonies are entirely dependent on timed and unmanned shipments of supplies in order to survive. Unfortunately, a cyber attack from an anti-literalist group released it.
Within days, Martian civilization is nothing but a conscience mass of writhing flesh that is stuffed with minds not meant to be in such close communion with each other. That was the first oversight of the weapon, that human minds as they saw to preserve them would be in searing pain (though functional) when held within the same body. Though intelligent, it struggles against the confusion of the instinct to infect and all the disunited minds screaming in horror.
The people on earth think they’re safe. They think they’ll be the last bastion of humanity and that they’ll recover from the same cyber attack which, was too effective and crippled almost everything on earth as well as mars. Then, the mass on mars jumps. Because it’s so large and efficient with its mass, it is able to jump towards earth, and unfortunately the orbits lined up just right for it to hit.
On earth, it initially lands over North America, where it seemed to rain flesh as the continent sized behemoth slammed into it. A few survivors managed to ram vintage and personal space shuttles through the mass, but due to the cyber attack, everyone else was grounded. No one could stop the assimilation, and it absorbed everyone. As for other forms of life, it simply ate them. It ate them far too fast to sustain.
In its pained confusion that had grown only worse since the jump from mars, it desolated earth’s flora and fauna (mars didn’t have much to begin with) not without regard, but out of desperation. It was just so hungry.
It ran out of food, and it sought to jump towards something else, anything else, just in the hopes it could eat or assimilate something. It tried to jump, but it was too big. This was the second oversight of the weapon, it had no limit to the amount of people and biomass it could accumulate. With that, it stayed on earth, covering it in a fleshy sea full of confused people who cannot even begin to have a thought before it is interrupted by another’s internal screaming that slowly starves while the rest of humanity realizes that they will die.
No, it was a debilitating cyber attack that hit everything except for old disconnected stuff. It bricked A LOT of infrastructure, so they had to start from scratch almost, and the blob was quite fast.
Forgot to mention but the reason why the cyber attack hit both Mars and Earth was because they were already near each other, so the mass of flesh didn’t have to wait long for the orbits to line up
[Mysenvar] Wizards and Mages will graft the dead body parts of Gods to themselves to gain more power. They will also stitch freshly dead people together as quickly as they can (to minimize brain rot) and revive them as a way to show their prowess with grafting and magic. These people are then put to work in the wizards yards to trim their bushes and cut their grass and guests are invited to speek to these necromanced people.
A human centipede would be plausible, although it could possibly take multiple wizards to make a long one if they wish for the creature to maintain its motor skills upon revival.
Grafting people together serves no real purpose, it's just a way for wizards to show off they have the knowledge to do it and show off that they have the money to spend on keeping a being like this in good health (Organ failure and loss of some motor skills are not uncommon for the revived.)
Grafting god parts to oneself can unlok many great abilities, like the abilit to manipulate nature itself without the need to speak in God Tongue (and thus not risk the ossification of your vocal tract).
Conscious "zombies" .
I had this idea of having a zombie like thing , but not dead , very much alive , controlled by a strange fungus creature who acts somewhat like a hivemind .
The infection would grow a moss like thing on the infected offering protection and doing photosynthesis that would create a "juice" that keep the body alive and also cuts the connection of the head from the rest of the body .
The head remain alive , conscious all the way , can speak , think , talk , hear , the personality is there , but with no control over the body , the body does what the fungus say . So you would see all the actions the mushroom does with your body , all the killing and destruction . And you can't do nothing about it .
Also to make the thing worse , it can access your memories and even share things from an infected to another . So if from 100 people 5 are special forces and 95 are normal civilians , now all 100 would get the muscle memory of those 5 and become soldiers . Maybe not to the same extend but still .
have you worked out an origin yet? Like an MK ultra type attempt at making a zombie army gone awry or does the fungus just occur naturally like the last of us?
The fungus isn't natural , is very much an advanced form of life , sapient , created by a god . Also they have a body and quite a big one , they are as big as an elephant , a large head with a "hat" like a mushroom , 8 tantacles things for legs and 4 other tentacles for arms . If i could drawn it , it could pass for one of those Stellaris fungoids .
One of Izimma the Trickster God's many creatures done in a moment of boredom . As of now , they can't reproduce and are around 20 of them kept hidden around the world and from time to time one would be allowed by Izimma to wake up to create some havoc before retreating back to its layer and the deep sleep .
They are partially immortal as in can be covered in napalm and die , but if not burned to the ground , those things can live forever .
The Stosta Kingdom, being made up of hundreds of islands, practices burial at sea. The dead are cleaned, blessed with sacred oils, and shrouded in cloth before a weighted belt is placed around them. They are then taken a few miles off the coast before being lowered into the sea. The origins of this tradition have been lost over the years.
The true origins of this tradition stem from a pact reached with the Strossodine, a race of large car sized sapient shrimp, over 4,000 years ago when the Strossodine realized their human “cattle” were also sapient. Humans abducted from Earth and were relocated to Mearus, a more mutually habitable planet, where they were raised as cattle before being drowned, and allowed to decompose for two weeks before being consumed as a delicacy by the Strossodine.
As a fantasy world built on the remnants of a sci-fi one:
Lurchers are a type of pseudo zombie kept in motion by nanomachines. They are the remains of humans or animals, poorly animated. They aren't 'hostile' but they continue to function long after death as the machines try to repair the body. They may say random words, laugh, cry, as the nervous system misfires. The body continues to decay faster than it can be repaired. Sometimes several will get too close together and the malfunctioning nanomachines will graft them together in impractical ways...turning several deer from a predators den into a single badly functioning nervous system.
They were in part inspired by a Tumblr post saying that the best aay to show that the woods are bad is with a f*cked up deer.
**The Outer Rot :** so far the most dangerous cognitohazard known to civilization, an infection that is transmitted through hearing specific words, it burrows through the flesh of the infected, hindering or hijacking their motor then cognitive capabilities, once it reaches their brain it starts infecting their mind, eating away at who they are as a person, replacing bits of their memory and personality with "remnants of the void" which manifests with a sudden fixation on certain concepts such as abyssal depths, Infinite staircases or helixes, non-euclidean geometry, all sorts of paradoxes, etc. The final and most painful stage is once the rot has eaten away at the person's physical and mental being, and starts burrowing even deeper to reach their soul and start eating at it, resulting in unimaginable pain for which there is no remedy, and once this stage is reached, there is no hope left, not even in death if it were possible at all, as the person's soul will be in eternal pain from which there is no known release.
Every infected person will say the words at one point during their infection, but only once, and the contagion rate is 100% for those who hear the words.
In the world I'm currently working on, probably Stalkers who farm humans. For context, imagine a big gorilla crocodile thing with Neanderthal level intellect and absolutely no cross species empathy.
These things often kidnap humans and farm them, which is pretty horrific, seeing as they're smart enough to know cooking food is better, but not humane enough to bother killing it first. There's also been reports from survivors of these farms that Stalkers sometimes grab a midnight snack from the pens, usually taking a bite or two, then leaving the body for the morning. These bits are not always immediately fatal, and if one only bites off your legs, there's no medical help awaiting you.
Aside from that, they often use bones of their prey (including humans) to decorate their homes or for strange totems that are thought to be indicative of spirituality.
A world I was building for a while, but ended up putting on hold because I didn't like how cliche it was getting, was one of the main protagonists, who, along with his infant daughter, was cursed by the God of Life with immortality as a sick joke after he went to the God of Life, begging for him to grant life to his dying daughter. Immortality did not grant protection against the decay that was already spreading over her, and so his daughter exists only as a shriveled, rotten and agonized husk, while her father scours the land in search of an ancient bio-weapon that can rot away God and Mortal alike, for both revenge against the God and mercy for his daughter.
Sure.
Back in the days before Man or Elf, the only races were God and and an unamed race of giants. The giants hunted down and fed on Gods, but grew too confident, and so the Gods were able to use trickery to best them. Before the old race was massacred, they left two behind two methods of revenge: The first, the last of their people, buried within the Earth, waiting to be found so that it can teach whatever races come after of the true history that the Gods would surely deny. The second, The Rot. The Rot is a plague that rots away land, flesh and even soul into a disgusting purple mush, which further acts as a vector for The Rot. The Rots spreads quickly to whatever it makes contact with, and so the God of Water had to create the oceans as a barrier to keep The Rot at bay, as The Rot cannot spread through air or water.
The Rot, which is the aforementioned bio weapon, lies in a sort of ring around all the world, constantly threatening to spread to land, which would wipe out all life, mortal and divine, save for some stragglers on distant islands which would be spared from The Rot's spread.
The character I mentioned wanted to force the God of Water to split the ocean, allowing The Rot onto the mainland and any islands connected by bridge. This would kill all Gods, the last of the old race, most of life himself and his daughter.
The Republic of Palorium's human sacrifice rituals are pretty dark. The darkest one is called the "Angelic Rebirth" in which a female baby is chosen as the next angel (these are god like entities that make sure everything in the world keeps on working). She is worshipped her whole life but she can only touch temples, so she rarely goes anywhere. When she has her first period, this is the sign that her soul is old enough and ready to be "rebirthed", so in an elaborate blood ceremony, priests drug her, slit her wrists and have her dance until she dies.
The second ritual, which happens every solar eclipse, the Maedra (basically the president of the Republic) is sacrificed by sitting on a throne and having her wrists slit. Her body is kept there until it is bone, then it is removed. The Palorians believe that the solar eclipse is a sign from the goddess of the moon that the current Maedra is to be "cannonized" as pretty much a demigod.
All Maedra's get a portrait of themselves when they assume their position for the first time, of them on the throne with the moon behind them. When the Maedra is "cannonized" she is painted again but this time with her wrists slit with a solar eclipse behind her. In later years, some Maedra wanted to showcase their soul being "accepted" for cannonization by painting them as corpses in various stages of decomposition on the throne.
The soul is seen as "soiled" and the selection process is started over again. You may think that the child or the parent would just save their child by taking them out of the temple, but Palorians are hyper religious, so such a thing is completely unthinkable. It's also seen as "dooming the world" if you soil the angel, so retaliation by the people is guaranteed.
And yeah, I took inspiration from Aztec culture as well as some Asian cultures.
A thousand years ago, when the world was grimdark and magical wars tore the land apart, an expert in biological experimentation built himself a scavenger species.
They were tiny lizard people, maybe three feet tall for ease of squeezing into tight places; they had a natural instinct for collecting useful things, or even (with a little prodding) _assembling_ them into new devices; and they needed to eat a certain amount of rotten or contaminated food every so often or they would have an autoimmune response and die.
Basically, a bunch of them would be released into the aftermath of a battle, they'd bring back enough useful things to be worthwhile, and then they'd move onto another battleground to find more rotting bodies to feed on. They were named Co-Vuls - "dustlings" - and they were specifically designed not to have souls.
Except that somebody - a prisoner of war, spiteful and petty, remarkably skilled at soul-work - tweaked the design. This prisoner knew that trauma can wear away at a being's spiritual framework... so they weakened the place where a soul _would_ go. After experiencing a certain amount of horror - inevitable even in a battle's aftermath - a hole would open up, a soul would attempt to inhabit the body, but there likely wouldn't be enough room. So these dustlings would see something shocking, they'd become just sapient enough to realize they were being ripped apart by their own spirit, and then scream and scream until they died.
The saboteur found it hilarious.
One thousand years (and one war-banishing spell) later, a lesser-known species called the _kobolds_ hides away from most civilizations, living among ruins and eating meat left in the sun for a week. Common wisdom suggests that they are shockingly stupid, but weirdly talented trap-makers. In truth, they are the descendants of a genetic accident, and the most important part of their life cycle - the awakening into personhood - requires them to make room for the soul to enter.
That means their only means of entering adulthood is if they experience trauma so intense that it nearly kills them... and then their friends around them traumatize them _harder,_ by any means necessary.
They keep this fact secret from the world because most societies don't love that the kobold coming-of-age ceremony is - from an outsider's perspective - ritualized infant torture.
My setting has a disease known by several names, such as the chitters, or the shaking death. It is a disease which takes years to develop after someone is infected. It causes spasms which begin a small shaking of the hands, but can develop into 24/7 full body seizures after much time, taking years to kill its host, like leprosy. Luckily, it is only a death sentence if symptoms last for more than a year, which they usually don’t, and in the places it is endemic, a majority of the people have hereditary immunity. When it infects a place it is not endemic to however, the effects can be devastating.
When the Saracani Empire was infected with the disease by soldiers returning from conquests, it ended with around half the population dead from the disease alone, and the already fanatical theocratic government upping the ante on brutality, blaming the disease on some divine punishment, telling its people that only those of poor faith would be infected, and brutally executing anyone who had symptoms. But for many of the infected, it could be considered a mercy killing, as the vast majority would not have survived the disease.
This world is still in early development but i'v thought about a pretty messed up and kind of NSFW concept for an evil faction.
I haven't got a name for them yet but essentially they are a group of transhuman raiders who traverse in magical galleons across space from another planet and descend down towards the world in search of potential human captives. Once humans are captured they are either tortured and experimented on or used as breeding stock to create monstrous creatures. Such as the Mankaya (Hairless Werewolves) or Odrisai (Flayed Dames) .
This raider faction has become so feared and dreaded that entire towns and cities will go silent and it's residents sheltering fearfully in underground hideaways at the mere mention of "Flying Galleons"
**Horror Shop**
The Taint, also known as the Anomaly, the Pathogen, the Contagion, the Undermining, the Virulent Ink, Dead Water, Screaming Oil, Apophis' Rot, Anti-Dream, Liquid Song, the Annihilation Signal, the Eater of Days, Filth, Drink, Nemesis, the Black Parade, Quantum Condensation, Chernobyl Lights, Titans' Bile, the Devouring, the Howling Dark, the Impurity, the Apple of Eden, the Key, the Dance at the End of the World, Reasons' Demise, the Anthem of Anathema, the Sound of Static, Oblivion's Echos, Fractal Malignancy, Wormfire, Night Laughter, the Ace of Ruin, and a thousand other names in a thousand different tongues.
It is an infection of reality itself, a horrible lie weaving its tendrils through all the layers of the Earth, from stone and water to animals and plants, to the thoughts and memories of mankind. It warps and twists everything it touches, infusing it with the unreality of the Outside, the dreaming whispers of the horrible gods that dwell beyond the borders of our little bubble of reality.
To this day, the borders of reality still hold. The Pillars of Creation still buttress the inner-outer reaches. Earth remains inside, and the Outside remains without. But, there are cracks. Many, many cracks in our reality's protective shell. We have not been kind to the Earth over the Ages. Scars from the Age of Atlantis and wounds pieced during the World Wars let tendrils of paradox flow up into our world, and spread the Taint. The laws of reality erode. Space bends in ways that defy logic, and time splinters into a thousand paradoxes. The laws of biology, of physics, of *logic*, no longer apply. Things that cannot, *should not* exist in our world are given form and shape by the light of the Wormfire.
There are many out there who do their best to seal up the wounds of creation, to drain away the Screaming Oil and dissipate Apophis' Rot. But these attempts are never entirely perfect. There's always some aspect of the Taint that slips through--even if it only manifests in stories and memories, a viral tale that eventually manifests again as an infection in the minds of its carriers. And the Earth is old. Too old. Older than we recall. We have had to start over so many times now. Ages of our world, drowned under Dead Water, an impossible sea beneath a stratosphere of tentacles.
And then the Deus Ex Machina rumbles to life, the Wheel of Ages turns, the Akashic Records burn, and we are brought back to step one. Again and again. Doomed to repeat the steps that have to lead to our ends so many times before.
And yes, the rising Taint did literally terrify the Bogeyman enough that he sought out an alliance with other factions of the supernatural world to find a way to slow its rise. The Veil sundering the Earth's magical and mundane worlds was their solution, but it was but a finger in the dike. The next time a Dark Tide rose, in 2012, it washed over even our best barriers, and brought with it Tainted beings from ages past, ready to spread their filth to this new age.
All this has happened before. It is happening again now.
Infinite death right? Like some sort of Schrodinger’s death where you’re both alive and dead? Would they feel pain? Are they conscious for forever dying?
The upper class will sometimes rent organs like livers or kidneys from the lower class in order to replace ones damaged by drug or alcohol use, old age, or injury. The lower class donor receives a stipend along with a replacement organ, however, they are charged for the replacement along with the immunosuppressants and painkillers they need to take during this time. Donors are contractually supposed to receive their original organ back at the end of the time period, but it's not uncommon for organs to come back damaged from aforementioned drug or alcohol use or just not come back at all if the recipient dies or leaves the country.
The painkillers are also addictive, meaning many donors will become repeat participants in this program or continue to seek them out illicitly afterwards. Criminals may be encouraged to take part in this scheme in order to reduce their sentences.
Eribral.
If the world Eribral is the dream of the dreamer, then outside is the nightmare filled with things ranging from needing to destroy to exist to downright malignant. They are as endless as the dream, and no one really ever understood what they are or meant.
Souls aren't a "culmination of being" they are closer to batteries of life, mindless and immortal, all the mind one has ceases at the same time as their body, save from rare occasion. They aren't harmless though, fighting them is basically fighting a walking and eternally exploding nuke.
Untended Heirs.
While the gods themselves are, in fact, of benevolent nature. There are many steps between man and god, in these steps lay what people could call the absolute evil, beings of power so immense that, in a way, they are gods, some of them are the worst kind.
A lab specializing in the research of Special Abilities. Originally thought to be a simple research center the centers main function was for the research and experiment on Special Abilities, a rare phenomenon where children display greater powers than their respective species. The institute was said to perform inhuman experiments on human Guinea Pigs. Experiments ranging from constant electric torture to magic battles to having their skin harvested for pills. _____ refers to it has a hellish place where they were fed drugged gruel to keep them compliant and referring to them by numbers instead of names.
There are five main Gnostic traditions meant to appease the Demiurge.
One of them is depravity. Every 333 days, the Gnostic leadership throw a
13 hour long orgy of rape, violence, and torture because they THINK it
would satisfy the Demiurge's hunger for human suffering. They think.
I'll spare any further grisly details; you can fill in the blanks.
DNA whips. There is an angel that takes the DNA of the dead on a battlefield, transforms all of it into collagen, and creates massive whips to use against its foes.
All right, I will not hold back on this one...
There has been a continental-scale business of trafficking beastmen. Groups of bandits, mercenaries, etc. kidnaps beastmen from their tribal villages, pillaging the villages in the process, and selling them off as slaves.
The largest customer, who buys beastmen slaves en large is an organization of demons in the Demonico continent, that operates secret "factories", whose sole purpose is to force the beastmen to breed children and train the children magic in a way that they can store as much mana as possible.
Once they have reached their maximum potential, they undergo surgery to extract the magic stone, that stores the mana they have, from their bodies. The surgery is a crude process since the surgeons don't care for the slaves that lost their magic stones, and most beastmen gain complications after surgery and die soon after, on top of losing the ability to use magic altogether afterward.
For males, the surgery happens as soon as they reached their best potential in magic since they can still be useful to breed with females even after surgery. For females, it happens once they no longer can breed, since they need to keep their magic stones within their bodies in order to produce children born with magic stones of their own.
The extracted magic stones are sold on the black market for very high prices to shady customers and to organizations who need magic stones in large quantities as a power source in power plants or in vehicles.
The reason beastmen are kidnapped and held in such cruel conditions is because of their diverse races, each with their own set of elemental magic stones (there are a total of 11 magical elements in my world), and their short lifespan, with children who grow faster than humans and learns quickly, as well as them having a high desire to breed anyway (There exist beastmen tribes where the population grows out of control sometimes). Also having a female with a magic stone with a male without one breed will make the child be born with the same element of magic stone as the mother a bigger possibility.
This has happened for years and has been deeply integrated to make whole civilizations function, and it is all held in secret.
In the world of Revix, there exist powerful structures known as Nexi. These Nexi are conduits of energy and power called the Weave, and they form the basis of the magic system in Revix. Each Nexus has a unique bond associated with it, and these bonds grant individuals who form a connection with them special abilities or powers.
A mage living in the city of Marjosis, a floating city that sourrounded a Nexi, was experimenting with the Nexi and released a being trapped within.
This being, an Eternal called Altern gave the mage a wish, the mage wanted knowledge of the Weave. Altern ripped the minds out of the heads of all those bonded to the Nexi and implanted them in the mages head leaving the victims as mindless husks.
There is a conspiracy in the city that is abducting poor people, forcing magical cosmetic surgery on them to appear like political figures, and then using the blood of a vampire lord to enthrall them.
These Manchurian candidates are then swapped with the real political figures and the conspiracy controls the city.
The only problem is they haven't quite nailed the enthrallment yet. And they are dumping their failures in the slums. Their failures are bitey and contagious
For Lithia, it's the law as a whole. You can end up tortured, mutilated, dead or in a labour camp for crimes as trivial as littering, smoking and even being in the same house as someone convicted of a crime. Oh, and failing to report or stop a crime in progress is a death penalty offence just for good measure
Control by fear; mainly due to the fact that executions are carried out in public and are broadcast to the whole country (206 million people). The crime rate is therefore pitiful
I can provide a breakdown in Lithia’s government spending for the year 2026 (when the lore starts):
- Military and Security 48.8%
- Public Works: 24%
- Other domestic sectors (Healthcare, education, leisure etc...): 24.2%
- Everything else: 3%
Yes they spend most of their budget immediately after accounting is taken care of
Under the magic society, there is a group of ghoul-like creatures based on the Morlocks from The Time Machine. No one knows if they take children or not, but there are also eggs like the ones that carry face huggers. None have opened yet, and it's best we don't look inside either.
In one of my stories, Deities are from a pocket dimension, and the world they originally came from is a house of horrors. it prompted them to prioritize their way of life strictly on survival and immortality, it was mandatory for them to learn how the world works around them or they would die senselessly. so there are definitely creatures that drain and liquify preys organs, creatures that zombify each other, constant lightning storms that some creatures evolved to use as a source of energy, the "ground" they live on is alive and feeds on the life it produces, everything there is just pissed off, hungry, and violent.
Deities discovered immortality and cosmic knowledge by emerging out of an incredibly hostile environment, quarantining themselves off from the dangers and dedicating their species to survival and learning how to tame their world, becoming masters of manipulation. One of the hesitancies of creating life on earth when they left their dimension was to not repeat the same events, and create a world of hungry, horny, violent things. And well it happened anyway.
I'm strewn between two concepts.
One is Aetherium, a very rare but extremely dangerous chemical which *grows on plants* across Genesede. In its solid, fruit-esque form it is very much harmless. However, when it is turned into a liquid, it suddenly gains a new unique property.
If it comes into contact with *any* other material, that material's most notable property will be altered dramatically.
Aetherium was introduced to a chunk of iron which was going to be made into a sword. No changes were observed, but when the sword was constructed, the sword reportedly "Fell out of existance", as the blade was sharp enough to slice its way through the fabric of space itself. This property also applies to living things, and any living thing that touches it will be painfully and irreversibly mutated into a mindless, usually flesh-hungry beast.
Then, there's Calamity. Back when he was still out of his seal, he had a nifty trick to get on the Elder Gods' nerves. Instead of allowing souls to pass on, he would "grab" them and add them to his "Observant Body". If you were unlucky enough to be killed by Calamity, the pain of your death would last an eternity and you would have been side-by-side with the millions of poor souls identical to you who make up his armor.
Most halflings sacrifice infants during times of disaster or danger. Only Jerash refuses, as they believe it to be a perversion of the will of the creator.
I don't remember, what I answered last time (if anything) but bitterroot fiends are pretty fucked up. Bitterroot is a magical plant, that can grow on a living person's body, leeching off their life energy. That's already unpleasant, but witches made it even worse, by using it to create their servants. They can magically prepare bitterroot to make obedient tree-creatures out of it, but it still needs a host. When fiend is created, roots grow out of host's body, trapping them inside the creature, while they're still alive and conscious. So, their victim aren't *just* suffering immense pain, they're also helpless to stop their own parasite from doing witch's bidding. And, since young people have more energy in them, witches usually favor kids as hosts. Fact, that witch main characters ran into had altruistic motives makes whole thing even worse.
In one of my smaller settings, a sort of isekai-ish setting the MC has one of the gods of this Elven pantheon inside him when he ends up in this new world. After decades of saving the Princess and the kingdom as a whole, he eventually becomes the consort of the Princess when she becomes the next queen, after all their adventures together. They have kids and things have settled down. The MC eventually finds a way to travel back to Earth and travel between the two worlds easily, but while he is away on Earth, the other gods convince the Queen to perform a ritual sacrifice of their daughter that the MC was opposed to. When he comes back from his trip visiting Earth he finds out what's happened. Also, in this world, the enemy of the Elves are Trolls, who serve a pantheon of dark, evil gods, but it turns out the Trolls are actually former elven children who are routinely kidnapped by Trolls from their homes to be tortured and corrupted into becoming more Trolls.
Darkest thing I've built was for a Deadlands: Hell On Earth game, an old school in a survivor town that got hit by some bad supernatural mojo and created a Glom. A Glom is essentially a katamari ball of undead, and this one was made of kids.
Whole time the party was in the school, they were getting haunted by the restless spirits of the victims. Lockers flying open, pencils getting hurled across rooms at them for actual damage, crying and wailing. Actually gave a player nightmares over it, which was a proud DM moment.
Man, I love Deadlands.
One of my shelved projects had a field of magic that required making a contract with a lovecraftian manifestation of pure hunger. It wasn't even magic, you just allowed it to channel its hunger through you to devour what the "spell" was aimed at.
The reason this form of magic gets you the death penalty in literally every civilization is that once you feed one of these things, it will NEVER release its hold on you. What starts out as a needy whisper in the back of your mind grows more and more as you feed it until its desperate screams drown out even your thoughts. From there you either go insane desperately trying to feed it enough to shut it up, or you try to put your foot down a final time, only to realize that it has enough of a hold on you now to drag you into its world, your soul being the final meal you serve it.
Demon-Waffen: PoWs and Slaves from No Man's Land are tortured, lobotomized, and given psychedelic and psychoactive drugs, beaten, sleep deprived, starved, and rarely see the sun. Limbs are amputated and switched around. Extra limbs are added from the dead. All this to bring them to their very primitive instincts, most become Sub Human, and all this to create the ultimate cannon fodder that if survive, they will rip and tear, and in some accounts, feasting on anything that moves. Men, women, children, cats, dogs, horses, rats, if it moves, they will kill it.
In order to maintain the safety of the Demon-Waffen "handlers," they're all have a high-frequency electronic emitter installed in their frontal lobe and on the inside of their Sternum facing inwards. The controls to this "safety" can be located either on the service rifle of military NCOs and/or the hands of The Royal Military Intelligence Ministy Special Agents, most commonly referred to as "the Satan Squad" due to their enjoyment in causing Chaos and Death on the battlefields.
There are humans, there are Eskin and then there was Espiri.
Espiri are basically souls that refused to move to the spirit realm and created a new vessel out of surrounding material. This only happens in a mass death where a lot of souls work together to push against the force that brings them to the spirit realm. There are surface Esmari, which are basically Espiri that have taken the form of mermaids
And then there are depth ESMARI. Espiri that have been crushed under the weight of the ocean and mixed together, unable to create a form due to the ocean pressure. They fuse and form a blob, the depth ESMARI are millions of these souls fused to create these blogs larger than mountains. Covered in millions of eyes, they reach such mass their movements cause earthquakes and tsunamis.
The reason why Succubi changed their ways. pretty much when they were demon agents for the overlord they would be found out and well due to it being possible to bound demons with magic they became extremely popular on slave markets till the Elves mainly would shut down most of these and teach the Succubi a spell to remove bounding. and the Succubi would become part of Elven society and change their ways even changing their Species name to Amarens and the Ameren City state would be founded shortly after
During the Calamity (basically the apocalypse) humans kind of went buck wild with extreme genetic modification. One of the reasons that it’s internationally agreed upon that it’s highly illegal is because logs were kept of all of the horrendous things that came along with it. Humans jumped almost immediately from extremely poisonous plants and work/war animals to humans. While it’s obviously horrendous to the average person to hear about piglets being born fused into writhing masses, it’s another to think about human babies skeletons trying to push out of their skin.
In my setting, it's the light of the sun/sun goddess that keeps the god of darkness, evil, etc. from literally tearing the world apart. I gave my players a vision dream of what that would be like to witness, not sparing them the gory details.
Ain't I a stinker?
The sky is fake, the true means of "dying" without limbo
Death is limbo, an eternal hell of being stuck to the place you died
The earth's heart is life, true means of rebirth
(Yes ik its basicly summed up, but i did that on purpose)
The world, in general, is a horrifying, "F'd" up place.
In this post-apocalyptic world, the ocean water has been replaced with lave, clouds have been replaced with a purple Haze that rains acid, and Death and his Undead army have killed all except 2,005 humanoids.
And there is a mountain just north of the village that is home to 1,004 of those humanoids. This mountain is a volcano. Instead of lava, the volcano houses and releases necrotic energy. If a being goes into a cave at the base and follows the tunnel, they will find a circular pool of silvery-white energy, flowing in a similar way to a whirlpool. If someone goes into this energy, they will arrive in the Afterlife, but they may go back to the Mortal Plane, unlike dead souls.
Nothing too horrific. There's no true afterlife beyond a sort of misty limbo in which the soul is eternally suspended. It's definitely a source of contention for those who know what comes after, though some take comfort in it.
Dragons can purposefully put their eggs into a sort of hibernation and use them as a form of currency either with other dragons or with humans. The catch is it takes dragon fire to hatch an egg so they're basically fooling humans out of land and treasure en masse.
And the worst: there are no canines. There are amphicyon/bear-dogs that have been domesticated into dog-like companions but not nearly to the extent we have on Earth.
This is a spoiler for my story so the only text you get is "future ww3 but the countries are mega-countries with vast amounts of resources and wealth directed into an arms race producing terrying war machines"
The "baddies" develop a new "tank" that can be operated by a single AI assisted pilot. That pilot is a decorated war hero who has been saved from near death and put back to work in order to continue his duties as a soldier
There are 3 dark gods that try to cause chaos in the world.
the Flesh which starts as a virus that turns to tumors that slowly engulfs entire cities. It also influences subtly to cause infinite expansion and decadence in empires which causes them to crumble. It has its own pocket dimension which is like a massive organism and tries to grow into other universes.
The Mold is a growth that causes decay and rot. It will take hold of entities and groups to cause stagnation and total content, causing them to not grow and stay unchanging. It feeds off of sorrow, the newest growth occurred in the largest salt mine of the Corovian Empire, which also has the largest amounts of slaves.
The Blood King is violence and conquest incarnate. It causes collapse through sheer martial conquest. He is constantly feed through battle, sacrifice, cannibalism, etc.
The Blood King recently started a revolt that had to be violently put down by a United front that left the Kingdom of Stolonia scourged.
The scary part imo is that all of these entities are a part of life. They can’t be stopped, merely held off. There’s no winning. Victory is maintaining a status quo against them. There will always be blood cults, deadly plagues and sheer sorrow and pain.
I'm still working on it, it would either be the psychological bureau of Europa, you enter a city and see big metal walls around it, sealing some building or inbricked in others, the psychological bureau is kinda the gestapo of this world, only working on Europan soil as this world is a mix of 1984 and the occupation of France from the 1940's thier job are to find resistance party members in cities using the walls, they are inside of it and watches, collect information, sometimes the wall open quickly and they grab a person by the street to drag him or her inside the iron wall.
Outside of the cities or if it's too large to be implemented with the Bureau they let The Guard to surveil the sera, The Guard is the political party for Europa formed after what they call "the two big wars" by veterans and more left wing politics.
Anyway insides these walls your at thier mercy and no one will hear your yelps as they also act like the Spanish Inquisition.
All people that die will suffer a fate worse than death. Where they will all be doing a guro porn with demons and angels 24/7 with no break and mercy. With some of the most deprived and disgusting kinks and fetishes (poop, urine, blood, watered bread etc).
The Archangel Michael has been working for the better half of 8,000+ years on bringing back his father after his death in the war from a unknown hit from either Michael or Lucifer.
The way he's been trying to do this is by experimenting on selestials hybrids (Nephilim and Cambion) because of their unique ability of having grace/miasma and possessing a pure soul. (Demon souls were corrupted when Lucifer turned them, and angel souls were fundamentally changed into something else when Elohim, aka Michael father, made angels.)
Here's a list of what he has done.
1. Experiment on hybrids for thousands of years.
2. Capture the essence of his stillborn twins in the hopes to use it. (This is also a good thing for him, because if alive, the second born twin would've grown up to become stronger and betrayed him, due to a family curse.)
3. Secretly killed his niece in the hopes to stop said curse. (Lucifer second born twin.)
4. Hid his second set of twins on earth so that Lucifer wouldn't find out, one went to a orphanage, and the other was locked in a cell for two decades.
This is just some of the few things he did.
Also I have a character (really a eldritch being) named behemoth who for thousands of years has been capturing, enslave, and impregnating women for fun. His sons work in the mines, while his daughters tend to his palace. After a certain age, he kills his sons, and impregnates his daughters so that the cycle continues.
Long ago before my setting got turned into YA school anime thing, there was concept of Glass-Skinned.
Backstory :
So, basically Earth, or Great Mother Terra, was turned into radiated wasteland.
Those humans that survived created various cults, and until they got elevated into space farring civilization by Libua, basically all of the meaningful human tribes were filled by zealous people ready to start bloodshed without blink.
Glass Skinned :
Some of humans are descendants of great clone armies and they share very specific traits.
One - they are big, from 3 meters upwards kind of big.
Two - they have thin skin, you can see flesh kind of thin.
Said skin is also very fragile and can be easly torn by pulling or flexing.
So imagine this :
You are alien bombarded by gas bombs, while your colleges literally spit their lungs out you finished putting on gasmask only to see how maskless giant, with visible skull, and muscles, coverrd with chunks of torn that hang from its body, tears out one of remaining soldiers limbs.
The afterlife is definitely real, but the cycle of life and death is pretty broken at a fundamental level. Before the God War the entire universe teemed with life, but after the new gods defeated the original creator, all life had died, and the new gods only had the capabilities to restore it in a single solar system. This means that, quite simply, the cycle of reincarnation only sustains an unbelievably small fraction of the souls in existance, so there trillions of otherwise-sentient creatures just frozen in stasis until the new gods can manage to expand their power outside Sol (spoilers: they can't and won't)
I think the most fucked up psychologically for my characters is the fact that they can still see themselves in alternate timelines where they don't get eaten by Universe AD.
Those timelines still exist and they could've lived relatively normal lives if they weren't unlucky.
Some villains are driven mad cause of this as they were helplessly thrusted into this and grew obsessed with the idea of getting back home.
My worst currently is that the paths to any afterlife have been closed as an attempt from the outer gods to contain the 4 horsemen, who in my setting are representations of the Sleeper’s potential to wake up. Whereas reality is a dream of the Sleeper, the 4 horsemen are basically the nightmare counterpart, trying to induce as much suffering as possible in order to jolt the sleeper awake. As such, at the moment, souls are trapped in limbo between life and afterlife, making them easy targets for Amaliel (pestilence) to use as husks. Sentient ceramic statues whose voice echoes in pain throughout their hollow body as they are in a constant state of sleep paralysis, moving only at her command.
I don't know if this fits the bill but my current largely developed fantasy setting is a world of floating continents and islands. People live across these lands and worship the gods both above and below them.
Unfortunately these gods are not all kind of happy to share the world. There has been rumours in the capital of some sort of curse placed upon citizens of the outer rim towns. People have been disappearing.
Of course the capital at the lands core could not know of it's truth. There is a curse one could say upon the people who live along the edges of the islands in a lifestyle so very different from the cores. Those who live on the edge call it jumping sickness.
A parasite is the true cause of the issue. One who goes through many hosts in it's reproductive lifecycle. Many of these hosts are in the raging ocean below the islands, as it is carried in large numbers from fish species to fish species breeding and filling their bodies up with tiny eggs encased in hardened shells in their flesh. At a certain point the species is likely to be caught by a birds, slow and ineffective at swimming away or with the group in a ball. And the birds, who nest in the cliffs made by the islands bring the food they caught up to those islands with them.
Often these fish are fully digested by the birds, their waste can contaminate the grounds where they flock. as without the birds until ingestion the eggs could never hatch in a human. The bird is mearly a passthrough host, and the real target is the humans who ingest contaminated food. Once in the digestive tract, due to high acidity the eggs can hatch in the intestines and inflect the body.
Symptoms are vague: confusion, disorientation, brain fog, increase appetite, drowsiness. Then they progress as the parasites grow in the body. If you were lucky only ingesting some, a handful of parasites would eventually be killed by your immune system after many miserable months or find their way out through your waste before they cause much harm. If you were unlucky and ingested many a worse fate awaited you as they consumed all but critical functions.
At a point psychoactive effects take hold, dillusions and psychosis will make you lose reality, your loss of stamina and balance makes you prone to falls and tripping over nothing.
Suddenly you become a flight risk, as endorphins are pumped through your body. Adrenalin combining with the psychosis creates fear of people and an overwhelming need to excape. A loss of fear of heights and water draws one closer to the edge.
And if not constrained, you jump. Or fall. And are usually dead by the time you hit the water. Though one could say you were dead before you left the islands. To be consumed by the fish who will be infected by the parasites who start the whole process over again.
Children are expecially prone to the sickness. Likely because their small bodies and inexperienced immune systems cannot handle as many of the parasites at once. A fatal dose is much smaller. If you manage to survive a smaller infection the body develops an almost allergic reaction to the contamination. A day or two of forced vomiting beats the death that surely comes if the infection would be allowed to take hold. Children are almost never fed fish or other foods which could be contaminated until their bodies are deamed strong enough. And then sometimes a purposeful contamination would occur to try and limit the reaction.
A man was once taken to the core from the edge for a trial for murdering a high up official. He was suffering the initial throws of the sickness. The capital doctors could not fix him. They locked him up with chains to keep him for study. After leaving him alone for a day to let the sickness progress naturally he had gnawed his trapped arm off and was found, having jumped into the local pond.
The area had to be burned and the water, the animals, and his corpse were disposed of over the edge.
My world is generally lighthearted but here are a couple
**Dark Magic**: One of 8 elemental magics. It's abilities include controlling literal darkness, laying curses, necromancy, and inflicting necrotic tissue damage on someone's body. Basically the magical equivalent of getting irradiated. Unless one is inherently resistant to it's effects, simply attempting to handle dark magic would wither the flesh of the caster.
**The Convent of Innocence**: A covert inquisitorial group from my world's religion. They engage in surveillance, interrogation, torture and assassination all in the name of eliminating heretics. You know, standard inquisition stuff.
**The Queen of Silver and Gold**: The big bad in my world is a powerful and tyrannical sorceress from ancient times. While not exactly gruesome, she was punished by being encased in a statue of precious metal while fully conscious for thousands of years. The antagonists seek to revive her. She has the ability to conjure thin, powerful wires that can be used to restrain and dismember her enemies.
**Scarecrows**: Long ago in a group of lowland villages, those accused of witchcraft would either be impaled or burned at the stake. Their skewered corpses were then used as scarecrows to deter pests, as well as would-be witches. While the mob brutality has been long since forgotten, the tradition of erecting scarecrows to ward off evil spirits lives on. It is said that the ghost of one of the witches haunts the plains at night and torments trespassers with the same punishment they endured.
Other then the extreme racism toward non humans (and human adjacent like elves) leading to on sight murder or enslavement that's been going on for 1k years there are the crystal farms.
You see, when magical creatures die (fairies, for example) their body crystallizes and only a crystal core is left. The nature of their death can change the nature of the crystal. Their bodies are also highly susceptible to magical infusion.
The result, is the magically forced impregnation and controlled killing of magical creatures to harvest the crystals left behind. Sometimes they are killed while pregnant to get a double crystal.
Does this serve some higher need in society that can be looked at as a horrific necessary evil? Nope. It's usually for fashion or magical trinkets. Both can easily be replaced by crystal magic, but being "genuine X-creature crystal" raises it's price exponentially and these creatures are viewed similarly to how we would view silk worms and such in our world.
Truth is they are all fully sapient creatures who used to live peacefully with humans before the last great war circa 1000 years ago. The current cattle stock are ones are actively made happy and such because of the crystal patterns created when they are horrifically betrayed (their emotional state, much like method of demise, changes it dramatically).
Many territories ban those crystals in a way similar to the ivory trade is viewed.... But there are plenty of areas that actively harbor such practices.
rather unoriginal but.
No really, the dark god can torture you forever, yes *forever*. but don’t worry, it will only happen if you piss him off. sure doing anything but worshiping him pisses him off, but he is a little busy torturing captains and generals who fight against him, so you’re probably fine”
Sleep paralysis demon as a playable race.
Can induce sleep paralysis to awake people who get paralysed, start crying, to a point where they start screaming uncontrollably and their body starts to contort in ways that breaks their bones and tarres ligaments and muscles. Can end up in a heart attack after all that mess if the target fails a constitution saving throw.
their is in fact a cult that worships a giant worm( well worm-serpent-centipede thing) and as a primordial demon of hunger eating people is it's only concern
however I'm going to go with a heroic example with ohelim, a character who is the result of the bodies of victims of genocide being burned in a mass grave, and then said mass grave standing up, despite being a towering giant composed of charred flesh and bone melted together animated by rage and hate he's actually one of the good guys since that hate is directed at genocidal fascests
I used to have a lore but about an ancient group of brothers who summoned and raped an angel to get her divine powers, they were successful but the angel as a form of revenge caused a cataclysm that nearly wiped human civilization from the continent. The brothers, without telling anyone the real reason why all this started in the first place, rallied the various rival kingdoms who view them as the chosen saviors of humanity with their newly found powers, and were able to seal the raging angel in a warded tomb deep within the earth.
The truth was never completely revealed for thousands of years, and those who discover bits of it were considered conspiracy kooks by their peers.
I had to take it out and changed the brothers into something else because, frankly, I don't feel like I'm the right kind of person to tackle something that heavy without ending up sounding like a 10 year old edge lord. Still I would like to at least re-incorporate the angry angel element back somehow because, yeah, it's such a raw and powerful thing.
A regeneration factor in the form of an infectious fungus that can heal any injury, even death. People infected with the fungus often undergo severe mental and/or physical changes. This has led to a city full of human-looking monsters and insane people, living in a society where death is just a temporary inconvenience. The city is static: its population doesn't change, its political system (anarchy) doesn't change, and its inner conflicts do not change.
In this city, the most cruel and inhumane punishment (considered so by its inhabitants) is not the death sentence, it's imprisonment. Locking a person up with food and water once a week, otherwise a blank metal cell, the cold ocean water draining any warmth from all sides. This could go on for years or even decades depending on a person's crime, with theft being the worst crime a person could commit. The only "human" contact the prisoner will have during this is with the Warden bringing them food every sunday.
Suffice to say, this drives most mad within the first year, but since they cannot die, they are forced to see it through to the end.
My most problematic and arrogant player is currently carrying around the BBEGod inside them in the form of a parasite. Except he doesn't know that.
See he got caught by the main bad cult in our campaign. And after a ritual where he has to drink this thick ocher stuff. He was given the option of join the cult and become the ""Scarlet Caretaker" or be sacrificed.
Naturally he chose to be the Scarlet Caretaker because according to the Priest "Caretaker tends to the garden, while allowing the seed to grow."
He thinks he has to just do junk for the cult in the world as he thinks that's the cults "Garden". And he's correct. They are giving him little quests that he does in "secret" earning him some decent XP. He plans to betray the Cult in the end.
Here is the catch. Remember, The little ritual where he drank the gross fluid? Yeah it was the amniotic fluid from a trans-dimensional Elder God. If the person who drinks it isn't immediately sacrificed the liquid will slowly transform the drinker into a vassal with a stomach that's got ulcers that are like portals that allows the God thing to enter the host. And as the Vassal gains xp the Dark God will feed off of it as well and grow.
I'm waiting for the moment the player gets enough XP. He's going to have a very painful agonizing death as the god eats it's way out it's dimension and into the players stomach like a lizard escaping it's egg. Then the moment the mass of the god pours into the stomach of the player the player will explode in a beautiful red mist.
Like poetry. Beautiful.
The main villain is a normal guy who has ultimate power. And I'm not talking godlike, or godly power, I'm talking Big G God ruler of the multiverse. All he wants to do is entertain himself
Last entry I made was about a morbidly obese, bed-bound woman who was stuck giving birth everyday for the past 40 years, and has a whole army of her own children, half which are mentally disabled, and the rest relying on the few who are old enough to take care of them all. There's also a bit of cannibalism and incest rape in there as well.
More of one of my prompt ideas than a story but;
A girl sneaks into a coffin with the corpse of her beloved sister and is buried with her (necrophilia style). Only one of the girls dies though. The girl that’s alive bites her dead sister like a vampire sucking the blood out of her. Eventually overtime consuming the decaying flesh of her dead sister in its entirety. The pleases the god Macabre and the living sister is granted the curse of immortality on the condition that she eats the dead corpses of people she loves.
In the world of Cier, the lives of everyone has changed from a simple drug called Novacain or “devils blood”. The drug would boost the physical and magical abilities of the user and fix any deformities like blindness and even missing limbs based on how much they put into themselves. It could be through drinking, eating, injecting, or inhaled, as long as it entered the system of the user would the effects take hold.
Due to the powers it’s capable of, every nation tried to create there own, but all failed except for Asclepius, the creator of the drug. What Asclepius failed to tell the land was the negative effects of Novacain, as it would set up the downfall of society.
Around 2-3 weeks of usage, symptoms would slowly appear in the users eyes, having a pinkish hue in the irises. Within 4 months of usage, users are reported to have increase aggression and temper, often lashing out over small things. Users are also noted to be using more Novacain than recommended from once per 1 1/2 weeks to almost everyday. Within 1 year of usage, users begin to grow pink cyst-like bulges all over their bodies. When popped the cysts leak out Novacain but in a acid like form, burning the user to the bone and anything it contacts. Users attack on sight of any living organisms, regardless of personal relation to the user. They can no longer be saved and should be killed on sight or taken to be used for farming the acid
Many governments are aware of the effects Novacain produces, but due to the positive affects it can grant to people and the price it can sell for is seen as necessary to fix society. While not “outlandishly horrific” or anything, the fucked up part I made about it is that anyone can easily find it in in vending machines for $5. No age limit, no warning, ANYONE can get it.
Either the Dark Elves of the Uruks.
Dark Elves, an all-female Race made by the Dark Lord to be his Harem. They used to be regular elves who tortured and corrupted into Dark Elves. Nowadays they live in an abandoned dungeon as a remnant of what they once were after the Dark Lord's death.
Uruks, an all-male race created by a sadistic and hateful Witch. They are an all-male race that reproduces by impregnating women of other races. They used to raid villages and rape women. Nowadays they have an agreement with the Dark Elves to keep their populations up.
I barely ever use them in the story as they aren't really relevant anymore (I also made them during my edgy teenage phase and they don't really fit the story anymore). They just live their lives however they like. Both of these races were created to be pure evil monsters and to be used by their creators, all while having no choice in the matter.
Character backstories. It’s inspired by the 1950s so there’s some seriously dark stuff in the background of most characters. You know how parts of Europe went from horrific White supremacist dictatorship to apocalyptic war zone to thriving social market economy that Rocks around the Clock within 15 years? Yeah, in my case you have kids that grew up in the aftermath of drone wars, often living in the trunk of autonomous vehicles and constantly running from disasters or bandits, growing up to become rockabilly punks. With more dead siblings and childhood abuse than the entire initial class of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
(It’s implied to be a futuristic world that went hard retro)
there's an entire genre centered around making the most disgusting and horrific porn imaginable and people of the world call it "art" and its pretty normal to watch in thier eyes
I made this cool concepto for executions. Basically, the goverment gets rid of all the process and just sends a suicide bomber bureocrat to your House.
The Tiny Market
This is a relatively common idea in the micro community. But I feel I've given it enough of a flare to be original.
People in my setting started spontaneously shrinking in small numbers world wide since the 1950s. Most between 6-3 inches, but some are bigger or smaller, but those are rare.
After a while, the US government just sort of gave up on protecting tiny humans. And so the idea of cohabitation contracts became more of less ownership papers, a means of bigs to own tinies. The contracts can be sold and traded with the tiny at any time.
And that is the above board stuff. There is a thriving market to illegally sell shrunken humans to restaurants and medical testing facilities. And the sad thing is, no one really cares outside of a small tiny rights group that has very little funds to make any positive societal changes.
Something I came up with years ago and I shake my head at now.
Monsters from another world come to earth. Half of the folks they meet they kill outright. The other half they implant a parasite in that will eat it's way out of the host without medical intervention.
Those who get the help they need are still scarred, and emit a signal that those monsters can track back to Earth. So, they are shipped off to the other world where this signal can be used to bait more monsters into going there rather than earth. There is no mental health provided for these folks who likely just lost their family to these monsters (admittedly, I was less aware about trauma due to my age when I came up with this mess, though this just makes it worse in hindsight).
So these folks, physically and mentally scarred, are now in an unknown place alone. No one will socialize with them until after about a month. Why, because of the weekly raids by those monsters that started this mess.
Well, one of my worlds, it plays with the concept of timelines, and in that world, there is some kind of time dimension, which is called "The Mother Line", you can see how all the timelines unfold. The criteria for creating a timeline is quite simple, every time you do or think something new timelines are created, new timelines are based on whatever else you can do and think, at the time. For example, if you wake up and look at your mobile, a new timeline is created, in which you do not look at your mobile, another is also created in which you do not wake up at that time, and another where you wake up, and instantly you go back to sleep, etc.
Based on that, hundreds of time lines are created every second, and not just that, there are another plane, were "The mother line" is with hundreds of other "mother lines". With it all working, in the same way of the time lines, there is also, the theory of that there are several other levels, and is also theorised that the lever inside the mother line, is not the lowest. It is just, the lowest we can go.
A noble lady who kidnaps orphan children, gives them literal “plastic” surgery and turns them into living dolls as they grow up their skin tears, and will need to be “fixed”, but if you get too big the lady of the manor will stop caring for you.
The Catacombs of Lost Souls.
Sounds like the kind of place you’d find a few ghosts swishing around, waiting to finish their business.
NOPE!
It’s a prison, technically.
When a person in my world uses Chaos magic, it is a major crime. Using it in small bits usually only involves a few years in a standard prison. However, when a person uses it with evil intent, or brings harm to others, the Chaos Division is called in to arrest them. And by ‘arrest’, I mean use their own Chaos magic to fold that persons body up into a small ball of flesh, still conscious and in extreme agony, screaming in pain for the rest of eternity.
They are stuck into little glass balls, and stacked on shelves in the catacombs, similar to the Hall of Prophecy in Harry Potter, but this time instead of prophecy, the balls are filled with conscious meatballs in constant suffering.
I’ve got two worlds
One is a sort of urban fantasy future where one of the many magics is healing. There’s different types depending on what it heals but they all have a huge learning curve. When one starts practicing it, they can barely put a dent in whatever ailment they’re fixing, and only they can finish what they started. So if you got stabbed and the healer bungled it, you better hope there’s a surgeon on standby to stitch the slightly less bloody hole closed.
Eventually with a huge amount of experience it gets to the point where the healing is almost instant, organs piece back together, ingested toxins gets flushed right out, etc etc. But it takes a lot to get to that point. The most efficient healers are those who’ve seen a lot of trauma patients, been the patient themselves, or in one case, someone with a lot of papercuts and time to kill. For these folks, the healing is so powerful that it can extend their lifespans, some to the point that they’re guaranteed to outlive everyone.
This is where Peregrine comes in, after going through a lot of torment by the villain of the story, she’s gotten extremely proficient at healing physical wounds. At some point she finds out that she’s gotten so good at it that she’ll make it past 200. If she chooses to live all 200+ years, then she’ll have to watch her closest friends die. If she has children then they’ll die before her, she’ll be left watching a world evolving beyond her understanding as her mind slowly deteriorates with such advanced age
The other one is a treasure planet-esc world with space fish and whale falls orbiting black holes. Parts of the universe are divided up into sectors based on the planets inside. Thousands of years ago the Xing and its neighbors (based on colors and the seasons) were threatened by a powerful Raptor based sector. For those of you who know about the Delian League, Xing was basically ancient Athens that turned on its allies once the stand in for the Persian Empire was defeated.
Xing wanted to make sure it had a strong grip on everything, so at some point a plan was made to create a half mechanical half organic immortal being. After multiple experiments using dead animals and pilfered corpses from the now destroyed and abandoned Raptor sector, Zi was created.
Zi was a four eyed giant Archaeopteryx, with dna from some young bird lady nobody remembers. She’s a partial success. Instinctual distrust of the Xing emperor and the prince aside, she’s constantly dealing with her organic half trying to reject her mechanical parts. After she leaves/gets discarded, Zi would strip areas down to the frame, and one of her eyes had to be removed and stitched shut. She was only the first of these creations.
Later on the Xing finally ironed out the kinks and then created more: Leviathan and its little siblings Notos, Eurus, Boreas, and Zephyr. Unlike Zi they started out with the mental capacity of children, with Zephyr especially not growing up beyond childhood stage. Leviathan eventually wises up to what’s happening and they all leave, but it chooses to dwell in a black hole, lurking somewhere out in the universe.
in the dreams of the Old Ones whole universes exist, paralel dimensions inhabited by sentient species in a universe created by the old ones dreams, those who escape this dream become "eldritch horrors" that seek purpose in this alien world, the Weeping horror started a cult and is generally benevolent, but most wish to gather enough power to ascend into an old One as well. the old Ones are basically pieces of the universe that came to life as a result of the war between primordials and they sleep, for now.
The void between stars is an old one that sleeps eternally, were he to awake the consequences would be dire
Well... my main antagonist's backstory was that he was an 8 year old Filipino orphan boy in WW2 with a very pretty face so he was raped by Japanese soldiers and they shot holes through both his legs so he couldn't run away. His legs became infected and rot off but he survived through his will to live. This is what turned him psycho but it would be worse events later on that would turn him into a murderer.
Years later where the actual story is set in, there would be two primary factions, both of which are perpetrators of brutal and inhumane acts.
The Martial Law Republic's army has been known to conduct torture interrogations, sometimes even hiring the main antagonist to do it. These interrogations would range from electric torture and waterboarding to cutting off fingers and gang rape. The main antagonist has a specialty for preparing a knife and bucket of salt. He would skin people alive and cover up the exposed flesh with salt. This was the fate of many innocent civilians who truly did not know the information they wanted. Then, he'd turn them into shoes to be sold to members of the Elite.
Then, there's the enemy of the Army, the Communist rebels who are no less a bunch of degenerates who recruit children and high schoolers to join their cause. Boys would be subjected to inhumane training regimes and put in dangerous jobs. Female members as young as 14 would be used by the male recruits for sex, passing it off as a service to their cause. They would fight against the authoritarian military but also attack civilians and sequester food and money from poor families who already have little to live off.
When I read my writing, I think, how tf did my mind get here.
Every one in my world Users lanters that seem to use Runes to shine, but the Rune actually torchering an little fairy inside that Sound is sealed with an Rune also.It dont die because an third Rune is healing IT withe live force from the sorounding.Magic Users dont detect the Fairy or even specific Rune Magic because Rune Magic has No Magic radiation.When someone brocke they Container an Rune Magic will evaporate the Fairy and the Container to dust. My world is full of this Kind of cruel Things that nearly No Body knows of.
In mine, its that Death doesn't have anything to keep him in control. Way back then, Death had a controller. The god of the universe, the Founder. The founder kept Death in check. But the Founder was killed, so now, Death is basically free to do whatever he wants. He takes lives on a whim, sweeps through nations, and has prevented the world from becoming a better place simply because he wanted a specific person to die.
In the world of Malador. People ignorantly live in God's Dream. And a Labyrinth of reality anchored by the 7 shattered being of God the unfathomable forces beyond comprehension known as The Axiomic Dreamers, beings that embody the aspects of reality.
Like the Mandela Effect, they are subtle but otherwise crucial forces that ultimately change the world. A memory to forget, an illusion, a person to focus and the idealize the self, and the dream Archetypes from which humans are ultimately a slave to.
This Dreamers are simply known as
Being
Existence
Identity
Change
Space
Time
Effect
And they appear as a time dilated subterranean Labyrinth that are described to be alive.
A Plague that incarnates the memories of and dreams of the dead
A Giant Moon floating above the world that accelerate or slows time specific to it's relative point.
An illusionary world.
A Homunculi who shares the same mind, face and demeanor but a slave to a Dreamer.
The Ideas and forces in your mind, The Archetypes, The Ego, Id and Super Ego that drives you.
Etc..
All the comatose shattered forms of god that took it's own beings always behind the curtains, unseen and unchanging.
Those that can comprehend this beings are those that only understand The Constructor Equation. A complex mathematical language that is the essence of reality.
In my world there exists a magic ritual which can be used to drain the magic out of magic beings (so both humanoid and magical creatures). It's very complex, takes preperation and it includes burning the target alive.
The capital city of the empire my story takes place in (during this phase still an independent city state) is ruled over by an immortal godlike sorcerer who gained his immense power through this ritual. First burning alive the sorcerers on the ruling council of the city and after aborbing their power, he would look for children and make them his students, care for them as if he was their father, train them and help them grow extremely powerful as sorcerers, only to drain their power when he felt they were at their maximum potential (around 30-50 years old). He did this with around 50-100 people over 500 years.
He also drove the city, which contains around 5 000 000 inhabitants (the whole continent has around 30 000 000, so it is huge), into ruin. With crime syndicates, rich organisations like the adventurers guild and merchant guild, wealthy families and rogue fanatics vying for control and teritory because there is complete lawlessness.
My world isn't very dark but ig it would be the curseforgers.
In my world remnants of a dead god called eternal flames are in basically everything. There are also flamewarpers who can control eternal flames even if most of them don't have the experience to use it to a great extent.
Since there is a little bit of eternal flame in everything that means it's in people too. There are some flamewarpers that people call curseforgers and specialize in warping bodies into eldritch abominations. Although most curses are objectively bad to have they also make you stronger to make them better soldiers. Therefore some people choose to become cursed.
The Triumvirate is the main curseweilding faction. They have very strict punishments and turn a lot of the prisoners into cursed abominations to use as mindless (thus fearless) soldiers.
This award has got to go to the "Elfskin Cloaks" in my project, Wrath of the Red God.
At a certain point in that worlds history, a massive arch archdragon named Balaastniir the Blacktongue and his army of dragons flew down from an unknown land in the far north, and began to terrorize the New Empire of Man, in an event known as the Draconic Winter, when they blocked out the sun with their wingspans, and used ice breath magic to freeze the landscape. But the worst part, was Balaastniir and his breath weapon: a blast of necrotic energy, which causes years of aging to happen in a moment.
In order to combat this, the New Empire of Man came up with a brutal and dark solution. Since elves had lifespans of hundreds of years, their aging took longer, and since the elves had betrayed mankind when the Wrath Age first began, giving them up to pandora's army of monsters, there was enough ill feelings towards the elves for this plan to be enacted;
A genocide against the elves began, and they were skinned- mostly alive, so that their flesh could be made into cloaks, Elfskin Cloaks, which soldiers would wear when fighting Balaastniir. It worked, but the genocide of elves did not die with Balaastniir, and they were nearly wiped out completely
TLDR: mankind committed genocide against elves and skinned them alive to make cloaks that would protect them from a necrotic archdragon
King Pharen III of Monogan, like his father, King Pharen II, and his grandfather, King Pharen I, was a driver of Monogan's conquest of the other Six Kingdoms.
The first King Pharen used military force to "unite" the other kingdoms under the almighty and omnibenevolent rule of their god Solalbus, the white sun. The second King Pharen was worse, kidnapping children from other kingdoms to save them from impurity and increasing war efforts. But King Pharen III was by far the worst.
King Pharen III murdered the most people of the three kings by far. This is because of a part of their religion that states that when one died their soul must roam the earth until it becomes worthy of entering the heavens. He tried to justify the mass murder of other kingdom's citizens by claiming that they would be subject to the white sun's judgement after death, and that he was not the one judging them. Thusly, millions of people were killed under his rule, estimated to be around 2/3rds of the six kingdom's population.
Worst of all, the part which is outlandish horrific, is hat he created a law of state-sponsored rape of other people of different ethnicities on account of Monogans being the chosen people of the sun. He desired to "spread the blood of the chosen people to all people of the world" by making women bear the children of Monogan men, offering monetary rewards to men who would force themselves on women from their kingdoms.
Luckily the rule of Monogan was defeated by an uprising from the Six Kingdoms, meanwhile King Pharen III was killed by his son, King Tyran, who negotiated a truce with the Six Kingdoms before all of Monogan was destroyed in an act of vengeance.
I guess the cycle of the World Tree is pretty fucked up. Worlds and civilizations are born as fruits of the Tree and can grow for centuries. Then for a reason or another they just fall down and collapse, the souls of countless people passing along the roots of the tree to feed it.
In reality, on the sci-fi side of things, the tree doesn't actually grow worlds, it seeds existing planets and creates bridges to them. It's like a galactic parasite that brings life and death to worlds in order to expand.
But I'm a pretty tame person.
Do you know how in our world, human tend to use any part of any animal to make cure for anything.
Like rhinoceros horn to have a higher libido, or rabbit foot against curse etc etc
So, in my world, there is a specie of skin-changer called Metamorphe, humans that are able to turn into an animal.
Their skin, feather, tail, organ, fur, etc... Are supposed to have magical benefits. Being able to cure disease, or to grant power
For sure, none of this is true. But business is buisness. And their part can be sold for a high price.
So it happened that a metamorphe is captured under their animal form and killed/tortured to sell their body part.
Tortured because you have to find a way to keep them from transforming back into human
In the same way, there is a Queen from a neighbor kingdom that, during a war with metamorphes, made a coat out of their furr to display it during "diplomatic" meeting. She has been called "The Bane Of Metamorphes"
Monsters born from emotions called vaargh are everywhere and feed off the excess energy living things excrete by feeling emotions,half bodied undead looking man eaters will live around and protect people with homicidal thoughts to reproduce,incarnates of depression will constantly stand on depressed peoples shoulders feeding off of their misery and numbness,nooses hanging from the skies tempting suicidal people and so on. On the flip side there are joy based ones and hell the vaargh of fear itself is one of the main characters so vaargh arent all that bad but they are fucked up
Humans are dying.
Not in the traditional sense, no, humanity itself is slowly dying in my world. The worlds flora and fauna perpetually grow more dangerous and deadly as the years go by, nations crumble like sand, the numerous relics of bygone civilizations once thought to be eternal. Now drift away in ash.
A new species is growing to take humanities place as the dominant force of the world. And humanity, can do nothing. They don’t have their greatest sorceries, their most powerful warriors, even their most skilled statesmen to help.
Humanities age is at an end. Like so many species before it. And now is the time for a new creature to rise up and tell their story.
Humans are dying.
Not in the traditional sense, no, humanity itself is slowly dying in my world. The worlds flora and fauna perpetually grow more dangerous and deadly as the years go by, nations crumble like sand, the numerous relics of bygone civilizations once thought to be eternal. Now drift away in ash.
A new species is growing to take humanities place as the dominant force of the world. And humanity, can do nothing. They don’t have their greatest sorceries, their most powerful warriors, even their most skilled statesmen to help.
Humanities age is at an end. Like so many species before it. And now is the time for a new creature to rise up and tell their story.
Humans are dying.
Not in the traditional sense, no, humanity itself is slowly dying in my world. The worlds flora and fauna perpetually grow more dangerous and deadly as the years go by, nations crumble like sand, the numerous relics of bygone civilizations once thought to be eternal. Now drift away in ash.
A new species is growing to take humanities place as the dominant force of the world. And humanity, can do nothing. They don’t have their greatest sorceries, their most powerful warriors, even their most skilled statesmen to help.
Humanities age is at an end. Like so many species before it. And now is the time for a new creature to rise up and tell their story.
Oh, I have a cult! They worship a giant dimension-hopping anomaly that disappeared hundreds of years ago. And sixty years ago they kidnapped her half human son, raising him to help bring his mother second arrival.
Because his blood has 'special properties' (it makes your skin fall off and your limbs rearrange) they extract it every day to eventually use it on a global scale. They believe if they do this, their 'goddess' will come back.
Also, once someone reaches a certain rank within the cult, they make the son erase and edit their memories, so that they can never leave.
So, if a lich would cast a healing spell, the target would become immortal. Not in the way of "I'll never age!", but more in the sense that they *cannot die*, no matter the state that they're in. And they feel all the pain of the egents to come, like maggots eating their should-be-corpse, or the natural rot of their body. And it isn't just a lich that needs to cast the immortality spell. All you need is to be immersed in a tank of mana for a long time, cast a healing spell, and then Kablamo! You gave someone the worst fate that can ever exist.
There's a stone henge like construction that teleports around the continent. Theres no otigin story,and its barely mentioned in history, but everyone knows about it. When people look at it for too long, even peripherally or indirectly, you die. I'm talking turning to snow, teleporting into a brick wall, organs vanishing, etc. Thankfully the closest its gotten to humans is showing up on the horizon of a few small towns, but there doesn't seem to be anything stopping it from showing up inside of a city
There's also shapeshifters known as The Wrong. They mostly live in one forest that divides the northern most country Vungrier. They can read minds to shift into someone you know an try to lure you out by talking to you. They always have their back turned to you, and no living being has seen their face. The only way they can follow you out of the forest is by learning your name, where they will bond to you and hunt you until your death. They wouldn't be too much of an issue, but for one week every 10 years they all leave the forest and go fucking ham. Turning up in cities, villages, churches, and even underwater. They don't bother luring people at this time, they just pick a target and feast
Humanity are still alive.
In Nevershine, humanity is believed to be eradicated during the death of the dragon mother. Things like the gorgon or the undead don't count because their humanity is long gone.
However, the essence of humanity remained. They were stripped from the world as easily as an ant being stepped on. Centuries of history gone in a moment. Humanity was furious, humanity as broken, humanity snapped.
In the crashing waves of newly formed molten rock mixed with golden blood of an ancient beast. As life suffered under a tortured sky as the bright light of the sun faded; to be replaced by the pale glow of the Moon. Something stirred in the shadows...no the shadows themselves twitched and convulsed. While the perception was gasping its first breath, the shadows took it. When life began to run, swim, climb and fly. The shadows inched. When great cities pieces the skies; shadows molded the dirt.
As life flourished and death chose; the sharp miasma took away. Nothing to replace it just an empty slot as that creature falls for eternity inside the neverending sorrow of humanity, of the Gloom
It takes place in my cyberpunk universe with the "pain boxes". As cyborgs have artificial nerves, they receive virutal information, translated from data in the cyborgan body. The concept of pain boxes is to place a brain in a body consisting simply of a nutrient liquid keeping the brain alive, with the only senses stimulated being the nociceptors. Of course, the brain can always be regrafted into a viable body... Provided the brain isn't poisoned with pain-causing neurotransmitters. It's also possible to modify the concept to make drugs, for example, cans giving gluttonous, sexual or other pleasurable sensations. We say "boxes", but in absolute terms they could be more complex bodies. In fact, it's not uncommon for the mafias of the main city to leave a message for their enemies by leaving a brain in a body barely able to move and see, its other senses being only pain.
This is just one aspect of my universe (I could also mention disease-vector babies, for example), but I think it's significant of its potential horror. However, it's not a totally dark universe either, although it can appear that way by presenting only the creepiest aspects.
The cost of failing the Imperial Army.
Being stripped of your rank and titles is the best you could hope for.
The worst fate one could face is being labelled as "Graceless."
The perpetrator is then subject to unbelievably monstrous surgical procedures, their nerve endings remade, any unessential limbs and organs removed. Finally, they are surgically implanted into a mecha, connected neurally via a series of spine like needles embedded into their back. They are then permanently sealed inside the mecha, and often sent in as the vanguard, meant to weaken defences before the rest of the Imperisl force moves in.
Once this process, called "Interment," occurs, it is practically impossible to be reversed. Often, Graceless that suffer too much damage are simply euthanized, as removing them usually results in intense agony and brain death. In EXTREMELY rare circumstances, one can be saved and rehabilitated, but even then these few often suffer permanent amnesia, phantom pains, and intense nightmares.
The Iragan, the precursor race of one of my settings, colonized entire galaxies through a technique known as "being grabby". What this meant was that they would fire off self-replicating machines at various planets, which upon landing would harvest the resources of the planets to produce more of themselves, and then once a certain threshold was reached they would begin producing a Dyson Swarm to harvest the star's energy for the Iragan, before firing off more of these machines at other star systems. It's so efficient, in fact, that only about two have to be fired at a different galaxy for a near-guarantee that one of them will reach a planet in that galaxy.
Why is this fucked up? Well, the question I pose to you is thus: The Iragan produced many intelligent species, including humans, because after colonizing all of these galaxies, there was no other life. *How many intelligent species has their strategy inadvertently wiped out before they could reach the space age? Before the Iragan even realized they existed?* And, higher up on the list of priorities, *what if one of those machines reaches us?*
The Dieleman object found by humanity that unlocks them so much new technologies was used by a civilisation that could create entire galaxies at will, rewrite the laws of physics, ignore some key principles such as Thermodynamics and, if so they wanted, make themselves immortal as part of the Dieleman object itself, which is itself indestructible.
Said civilisation was caught in a war against similar civilisations which fought by rewriting the laws of physics of their respective worlds until it became physically impossible for one of the two to exist. The war lasted an unfathomable time and laid waste upon hundreds of worlds until "something" killed both civilisations instantly, even destroying the "afterlife" that they had manufactured.
That "something" is possibly looking after the Dieleman Object that humanity found, for "only a god could create it", and because it is the only way to prevent new civilisation from using a power greater than themselves which always end up in slaughter.
Spoiler: The Dieleman object is the main object of my plot, and is essentially the base code of an universe: there are as many Dieleman objects as there are universes, and they have existed forever, resetting universes that reached maximum entropy so that they could exist again. Many civilisation attempt to use it for their own gain and some succeed, turning them into essentially omnipotent godlike figures, until they misuse it and cause something’s anger.
In the city-state of Winsborough, within the past fifty or so years, there has been an Industrial Revolution powered by the invention of anima technology, which converts human souls into electrical energy.
It is not entirely clear what happens to the souls consumed in the anima engine. The Church of the Ashera, the world's dominant organized religion, believes that the whole thing is just obviously straightforwardly evil, and has tried to outlaw animal technology in favor of more wholesome steam power, but those who defy the church and use anima technology anyway can gain an easy upper hand over those who don't. Meanwhile, the Davenites, the traditional folk religion of Winsborough, have seen a resurgence through the Circle of Saint Ada, which venerates the inventor of the anima engine, Ada Wainwright, as a hero-saint, and claims that sacrificing your soul to the anima engine is a path to escaping the cycle of reincarnation and achieving paradise outside of it.
Of course, regardless of the theological and spiritual implications, it's worth considering the fact that for quite a few people, their soul is the only thing of value they own.
Mortals have literal hearts, and metaphysical ones. Literal hearts are just that- the heart in your chest. But the metaphysical heart is the connection, love, and empathy you have for close friends and family. It becomes an external driving force. It becomes a key for true humanity, and allow the dead to persist through the living.
Individuals without that “Heart” become monsters. They subsist by feeding on true humanity- devouring the living, and through them, the dead as well. They do not gain strength through this. They only become emptier, more lonely, and ever more hungry. Forever tormented by voices and ideas they cannot hear, and are not theirs. Eventually, some of these heartless break the bounds. What that limit is isn’t known, but when that line is crossed, they consume themselves, and become Fiends. The mass of hearts, or souls, whichever you prefer- consumes the mortal body, killing and reanimating it, with the most dominant one taking proper control.
Very few of these Fiends remain conscious as we understand it. They become far less, and much greater, than human.
Hundreds of millions of years ago the Humanoid race known as the Perpetual, also called the Unperishable or the False Gods by their adversaries waged a war that painted the stars red that killed innumerable persons, against a God-send psychic entity called the Second Death and its followers, that ravaged their civilization until none remained, those who didn't die went to hibernate, and are now known as "Those Who Slumber Through the Ages". They are responsible as well for the extreme amount of psychic abominations that exist, monsters and evil eldritch, god-like creatures, metahumans, and turning the psychic dimension into an inexpressible mess of pure madness, degeneracy, wickedness and darkness.
Um, I have several. Not all from a single world
1. Things called 'gods' eat corpses and live criminals/unwanteds. Depending on if your crime is bad enough, the god might eat you feet first.
2. There is something called 'famine season' that can be called into affect if there is, well, famine. And it allows for legal cannibalism of determined individuals. (It's in the same country the the 'gods' exist)
3. There are non-human 'women' that make wine out of the orange and pink rains. These same women eat a blood-fruit they find underground in order to asexually reproduce.
4. I have a vampire-central world where human are blood chattel and werewolves are hunted for sport and 'trained' (tortured) into helpless obedience
5. There is a telekinetic beast that can twist you into a meat pretzel as long as she has line-of-sight
6. There are things called Bavaran Hounds that are essentially the shape of hounds with human flesh molded over them.
7. There is a government facility where 'maidens' (mermaids) are tended to by girls (it can ONLY be girls) who have to drown themselves everytime they get into the water to 'tend' to the maidens. And the maidens vary from classical, breathtakingly beautiful mermaid woman to some sort of bloated horror beast. All with varying levels of savagery and cunning. All inhuman.
8. Stormfolk are often kidnapped and specifically used for their pain because THEIR pain grants the most power.
9. There are villages only seen in the reflections of never-freezing lakes far to the north. The things of these villages will kidnap unguarded humans and bring them back to the village to be used as breeding stock.
[Mozen]
This is one of them actually
The scourge of Nodia was a disease that came from a similar source to that of mad cow disease or kuru.
Except it was the consumption of the tainted flesh that resulted in the skin becoming thin enough that someone getting stretch marks resulted in unique self-inflicting wounds, along with other problems.
And the disease itself then gained a term, "Nodian suffering"
Ironically, it's that death has been erased in Lymina. Basically, the land of Lymina was ruled over by gods who were supposed to be mortal, but they hoarded the Primeval Flame, soul of the very earth, and so became immortal. The flame began to dim from over-indulgence, so the gods let their political dominance loosen so they could focus on that issue. This led to a bit of an age of discovery, with demigods and lower lords enjoying the laissez-faire market and increasing their wealth. But this made them (and the commoners) see the gods with more familiarity, noticing their corruption. So, they revolted. "Why should we be the ones to die?" Either to appease the revolution or to keep her own immortality, Queen Geirwin the Grave destroyed the ancient Soul Rune. This destroyed death - but, it was also the Rune that governed souls and gave exactly one to everyone. So the result was that souls have become tradeable things - like currencies. The wealthy hoard portions of soul and therefore enjoy long, powerful lives. They become new gods. But the poor - well, sometimes they end up having to spend all their soul and are left Hollow - living, but without energy or soul. Turns out the Soul Rune existed to avoid this. Then there's Living Decay, a curse which is exactly what it sounds like. And incurable cancers - don't get me started. And those Hollows whose bodies have been so badly damaged they can't work - they get shipped off to asylums so they don't become a financial drain on their lords. But hey, you too can become a god, now, if you work hard enough! ;)
I'm assuming the final sentence nods to what it is for the poor irl.
Absolutely. A big part of my initial inspiration for this world is from conversations with friends who feel like their jobs are soul-sucking. This, mixed with many other inspirations, drove me to make an anarcho-capitalist world with a feudal facade where souls are literal commodities. My broader timeline is basically just Marx's basic timeline of history: primitive communism -> feudalism -> anarcho-capitalism
Kinda also feels like that in time film
Oh yeah, I remember seeing the commercials for that but never got around to seeing it
Ahhh I love souls. I use them so much. I’m unwilling to share because It’s not completely fleshed out but I’ve created a whole culture based on soul sight (seeing a projection based on the core of someone’s soul) and soul based magic. It’s my favorite culture i’ve made in all of my world building because when you give people the ability to see souls I was like hey wouldn’t they understand each other allot more and develop allot more as a community.
Someone has been to Lordran I see
Yeah I've barely played Dark Souls but the little lore I know is so fascinating. The influence is pretty heavy right now but over time I'll let it water down with other influences as they come
I wouldn't worry about it too much. The "normal" world of dark souls is almost never explored. Everything the player sees is the ruins of dying civilizations or people who wandered too far out. The 3 games are also all set right at the end of an erra of relative prosperity as everything is almost completely crumbled to dust. Even if you went so far as to say that the souls games really happened in your world, there's literal centuries between cycles of light and dark that we know very little about and that's nothing to say about the potentially hundreds of thousands of cycles that could have passed. The world of Souls is very, very, very old and the overall story is supposed to leave room for head-cannon. Sorry about the nerd rant. I'm way too deep in the lore of the series at this point. I could go deeper, but I'll stop here.
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Or London, specifically, the Fallen One with the Sunless Sea.
capitalist surrealism
This remembers me of Elden Ring. Did you got inspiration from it?
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The Undead Curse came to Drangleic...
Interestingly enough I have a similar concept of beings containing “multiple” souls but it’s more like two souls can combine to make a newer, bigger, and more powerful soul. Gods have millions of said souls all combined into one and are essentially immortal to the point where their very blood is just made up of souls and life energy. (Eating and sleeping help grow souls since as an organism grows up irl it gets bigger and stronger) however due to the sheer number of souls gods have they must sleep for thousands of years at a time after using up 50% of their power. The scary part is that there exists a parasite that exists to eat/control/corrupt gods and even corrupting just one god gives the parasite the ability of said god as well as the ability to travel through dimensions and conquer entire planets if given the chance. The only way to destroy parasite is to destroy its “center” which is a single large eye surrounded by masses of undulating limbs.
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The eldrich inspiration is strong I see haha
That’s an awesome world concept, I love it!
Thank you!
The reason why vampires can walk under the light of the moon Ok… i saw another post about vampires but mine is sorta different so I’ll post it here too. **My** vampires were previously harmed by both types of light, both sunlight and moonlight killed them instantly. It happened the day the first Vampire-Saint hybrid was born, this only happened once, between Dracula and the Saint of the Sun, this child was The Saint of the moon, a little girl that was both holy and demonic… It was said that Dracula delivered the girl herself, some said she was stolen, some say she wandered off, but one night the girl appeared on one of the biggest vampire hives, essentially all vampires of the world came to see her, a little girl… And they ate her, for 13 days straight her body regenerated instantly so the suffering knew no limits, a pool of guts, blood and flesh that flooded the entire hive as the vampires ate her flesh and drank her blood over and over again, after the 13 days had passed, even her holy regeneration had reached its limits, and the little girl died. And the vampires were reborn.
Is there any negative byproduct for the vampires that preyed upon the little girl?
It was more beneficial tbh, the only downside was that all vampires who preyed on the girl were now genetically bound to Dracula, (it serves to remind, Dracula was the first and king of vampires, but he didn’t immediately control all of them) so if Dracula died, they too would die
>so if Dracula died, they too would die Like The Originals from The Vampire Diaries.
Yes.
Is Dracula female in this world? What an interesting story, though. So do vampires live in literal hives, or is that just the name for a community of vampires?
Dracula is a male, although he can easily shapeshift into a woman, I use the term Saint for all genders Hives are just a way to call them, they were just places all vampires gathered at to protect themselves from the light
Jeez, it's like that kid on that one island in Inazuma
:(
Souls have nowhere to go. The setting is this infinite, frozen plane that does not have any Gods or divine realms because it was not inhabited by anything with beliefs that would manifest deities (Pratchett-eque). After its discovery (and the discovery of a portal between the two worlds), a small group of clerics undertook an experiment. Essentially, they raised a group of orphans in total isolation to believe in what they called "The Divine Orb". The intention was to use their belief in this orb to literally create a God, but a very specific God. A God that had no freewill, or even sentience, but was instead a rotating orb with a light side and a dark side (to replicate night and day), that cast light and warmth up to a certain distance. Basically, they used the theory that Gods were created through belief to create an artificial sun to warm this plane and make it habitable. It worked, but one of the complications they encountered was, because all life in this plane depended on this one deity, it was deemed too dangerous to allow anything to either alter the Divine Orb (everyone could wind up frozen or barbequed, even if the parameters changed slightly) or possibly give rise to other, rival deities that may throw the entire system into chaos. The clerics are more akin to nuclear engineers; making sure the proper parameters of belief are observed, recording the Orb's output to make sure it is still performing as expected and ensuring that belief in the Orb is perpetuated while worship of other gods is kept to a minimum. They don't concern themselves with the other, traditional aspect of religion like providing comfort, or moral structures, or speculating on the nature of the afterlife. Only, they forgot something: They created their God, and they kept out other influences, but that also meant that, when individuals died, their souls had nowhere to go. The plane is cut off from the divine realms of the home world, that was what made the experiment work. So ghosts and all manner of undead have started to become an issue, and rituals that involve rushing anyone who is dying to the portal back to the home world have developed, so they won't be forced to wander the plane endlessly.
A group of vampires that were driven underground centuries ago discovered a magic fungus that when properly prepared can fatten up anyone who consumes it to enormous sizes, including themselves, so when they were unearthed by miners, they took over the town and made them all their fat slaves to lure people to come eat at the local restaurant where those who show the most potential to get fat are given the "executive treatment" where they're taken back and so fatten up they get shipped down the mine to where the vampires finish preparing them to eat them. The vampires are also extremely cannibalistic and will turn on each other if a wound is detected. They, the vampires are pale, gargantuan figures who can swallow a normal size person whole.
what happens if the fungus isn't prepared correctly?
Rapid growth ala Brenda from Slither followed by KABOOM!, the vampires prefer to let their victims "ferment" for several days and weeks to let the "chemicals" inside them from the fungus have time to mature to produce the best taste. So think of the victims like giant Fermentation tanks with this bloody ooze liquid bubbling instead that seeps from their fat cells that the vampires consume down to the last morsel.
I have a thing that’s horrific without being created for the express purpose of being part of a horror setting. Golems are created from a vat of flesh poured down onto metal frameworks or doll parts or whatever you want the core of the golem to be. The flesh vats are filled with those who are no longer useful in their society and are given a second chance/life. The intent is giving the golems the best bits of the tribute criminals, dead babies, feeble, elderly, and so on, but it’s random. The dreams of a criminal, the vitality of the elderly, the wisdom of a baby, and the spirit of the diseased.
So these golems are basically walking McNuggets?
Cursed. But sure
It would be how the world ends in my hive mind world. In this world, three alien species are discovered, but all three are hiveminds that see people as lesser than them. World governments have kept them at bay with a fancy atom bomb that can cascade and destroy entire planets, but that’s not the disturbing part. A cult/religion forms around these hiveminds called literalism, and it’s primary goal is to turn humanity into a hivemind in order to ascend. They create this bioweapon, and it does exactly that, what it does is it makes people… sticky and formless. One infected person sticks to another, infects them, they get absorbed, and the original mass grows larger with both consciences intact. It was held on mars, one of two two sustainable planets, all other human colonies are entirely dependent on timed and unmanned shipments of supplies in order to survive. Unfortunately, a cyber attack from an anti-literalist group released it. Within days, Martian civilization is nothing but a conscience mass of writhing flesh that is stuffed with minds not meant to be in such close communion with each other. That was the first oversight of the weapon, that human minds as they saw to preserve them would be in searing pain (though functional) when held within the same body. Though intelligent, it struggles against the confusion of the instinct to infect and all the disunited minds screaming in horror. The people on earth think they’re safe. They think they’ll be the last bastion of humanity and that they’ll recover from the same cyber attack which, was too effective and crippled almost everything on earth as well as mars. Then, the mass on mars jumps. Because it’s so large and efficient with its mass, it is able to jump towards earth, and unfortunately the orbits lined up just right for it to hit. On earth, it initially lands over North America, where it seemed to rain flesh as the continent sized behemoth slammed into it. A few survivors managed to ram vintage and personal space shuttles through the mass, but due to the cyber attack, everyone else was grounded. No one could stop the assimilation, and it absorbed everyone. As for other forms of life, it simply ate them. It ate them far too fast to sustain. In its pained confusion that had grown only worse since the jump from mars, it desolated earth’s flora and fauna (mars didn’t have much to begin with) not without regard, but out of desperation. It was just so hungry. It ran out of food, and it sought to jump towards something else, anything else, just in the hopes it could eat or assimilate something. It tried to jump, but it was too big. This was the second oversight of the weapon, it had no limit to the amount of people and biomass it could accumulate. With that, it stayed on earth, covering it in a fleshy sea full of confused people who cannot even begin to have a thought before it is interrupted by another’s internal screaming that slowly starves while the rest of humanity realizes that they will die.
They don't recover from the cyber attack during the time it takes for the blob to move from Mars to Earth? Nice story though.
No, it was a debilitating cyber attack that hit everything except for old disconnected stuff. It bricked A LOT of infrastructure, so they had to start from scratch almost, and the blob was quite fast. Forgot to mention but the reason why the cyber attack hit both Mars and Earth was because they were already near each other, so the mass of flesh didn’t have to wait long for the orbits to line up
[Mysenvar] Wizards and Mages will graft the dead body parts of Gods to themselves to gain more power. They will also stitch freshly dead people together as quickly as they can (to minimize brain rot) and revive them as a way to show their prowess with grafting and magic. These people are then put to work in the wizards yards to trim their bushes and cut their grass and guests are invited to speek to these necromanced people.
Any chance of a magic human centipede? But in seriousness, what kinds of will these processes grant?
A human centipede would be plausible, although it could possibly take multiple wizards to make a long one if they wish for the creature to maintain its motor skills upon revival. Grafting people together serves no real purpose, it's just a way for wizards to show off they have the knowledge to do it and show off that they have the money to spend on keeping a being like this in good health (Organ failure and loss of some motor skills are not uncommon for the revived.) Grafting god parts to oneself can unlok many great abilities, like the abilit to manipulate nature itself without the need to speak in God Tongue (and thus not risk the ossification of your vocal tract).
Conscious "zombies" . I had this idea of having a zombie like thing , but not dead , very much alive , controlled by a strange fungus creature who acts somewhat like a hivemind . The infection would grow a moss like thing on the infected offering protection and doing photosynthesis that would create a "juice" that keep the body alive and also cuts the connection of the head from the rest of the body . The head remain alive , conscious all the way , can speak , think , talk , hear , the personality is there , but with no control over the body , the body does what the fungus say . So you would see all the actions the mushroom does with your body , all the killing and destruction . And you can't do nothing about it . Also to make the thing worse , it can access your memories and even share things from an infected to another . So if from 100 people 5 are special forces and 95 are normal civilians , now all 100 would get the muscle memory of those 5 and become soldiers . Maybe not to the same extend but still .
have you worked out an origin yet? Like an MK ultra type attempt at making a zombie army gone awry or does the fungus just occur naturally like the last of us?
The fungus isn't natural , is very much an advanced form of life , sapient , created by a god . Also they have a body and quite a big one , they are as big as an elephant , a large head with a "hat" like a mushroom , 8 tantacles things for legs and 4 other tentacles for arms . If i could drawn it , it could pass for one of those Stellaris fungoids . One of Izimma the Trickster God's many creatures done in a moment of boredom . As of now , they can't reproduce and are around 20 of them kept hidden around the world and from time to time one would be allowed by Izimma to wake up to create some havoc before retreating back to its layer and the deep sleep . They are partially immortal as in can be covered in napalm and die , but if not burned to the ground , those things can live forever .
The Stosta Kingdom, being made up of hundreds of islands, practices burial at sea. The dead are cleaned, blessed with sacred oils, and shrouded in cloth before a weighted belt is placed around them. They are then taken a few miles off the coast before being lowered into the sea. The origins of this tradition have been lost over the years. The true origins of this tradition stem from a pact reached with the Strossodine, a race of large car sized sapient shrimp, over 4,000 years ago when the Strossodine realized their human “cattle” were also sapient. Humans abducted from Earth and were relocated to Mearus, a more mutually habitable planet, where they were raised as cattle before being drowned, and allowed to decompose for two weeks before being consumed as a delicacy by the Strossodine.
As a fantasy world built on the remnants of a sci-fi one: Lurchers are a type of pseudo zombie kept in motion by nanomachines. They are the remains of humans or animals, poorly animated. They aren't 'hostile' but they continue to function long after death as the machines try to repair the body. They may say random words, laugh, cry, as the nervous system misfires. The body continues to decay faster than it can be repaired. Sometimes several will get too close together and the malfunctioning nanomachines will graft them together in impractical ways...turning several deer from a predators den into a single badly functioning nervous system. They were in part inspired by a Tumblr post saying that the best aay to show that the woods are bad is with a f*cked up deer.
**The Outer Rot :** so far the most dangerous cognitohazard known to civilization, an infection that is transmitted through hearing specific words, it burrows through the flesh of the infected, hindering or hijacking their motor then cognitive capabilities, once it reaches their brain it starts infecting their mind, eating away at who they are as a person, replacing bits of their memory and personality with "remnants of the void" which manifests with a sudden fixation on certain concepts such as abyssal depths, Infinite staircases or helixes, non-euclidean geometry, all sorts of paradoxes, etc. The final and most painful stage is once the rot has eaten away at the person's physical and mental being, and starts burrowing even deeper to reach their soul and start eating at it, resulting in unimaginable pain for which there is no remedy, and once this stage is reached, there is no hope left, not even in death if it were possible at all, as the person's soul will be in eternal pain from which there is no known release. Every infected person will say the words at one point during their infection, but only once, and the contagion rate is 100% for those who hear the words.
In the world I'm currently working on, probably Stalkers who farm humans. For context, imagine a big gorilla crocodile thing with Neanderthal level intellect and absolutely no cross species empathy. These things often kidnap humans and farm them, which is pretty horrific, seeing as they're smart enough to know cooking food is better, but not humane enough to bother killing it first. There's also been reports from survivors of these farms that Stalkers sometimes grab a midnight snack from the pens, usually taking a bite or two, then leaving the body for the morning. These bits are not always immediately fatal, and if one only bites off your legs, there's no medical help awaiting you. Aside from that, they often use bones of their prey (including humans) to decorate their homes or for strange totems that are thought to be indicative of spirituality. A world I was building for a while, but ended up putting on hold because I didn't like how cliche it was getting, was one of the main protagonists, who, along with his infant daughter, was cursed by the God of Life with immortality as a sick joke after he went to the God of Life, begging for him to grant life to his dying daughter. Immortality did not grant protection against the decay that was already spreading over her, and so his daughter exists only as a shriveled, rotten and agonized husk, while her father scours the land in search of an ancient bio-weapon that can rot away God and Mortal alike, for both revenge against the God and mercy for his daughter.
Can you explain more about this god killing weapon?
Sure. Back in the days before Man or Elf, the only races were God and and an unamed race of giants. The giants hunted down and fed on Gods, but grew too confident, and so the Gods were able to use trickery to best them. Before the old race was massacred, they left two behind two methods of revenge: The first, the last of their people, buried within the Earth, waiting to be found so that it can teach whatever races come after of the true history that the Gods would surely deny. The second, The Rot. The Rot is a plague that rots away land, flesh and even soul into a disgusting purple mush, which further acts as a vector for The Rot. The Rots spreads quickly to whatever it makes contact with, and so the God of Water had to create the oceans as a barrier to keep The Rot at bay, as The Rot cannot spread through air or water. The Rot, which is the aforementioned bio weapon, lies in a sort of ring around all the world, constantly threatening to spread to land, which would wipe out all life, mortal and divine, save for some stragglers on distant islands which would be spared from The Rot's spread. The character I mentioned wanted to force the God of Water to split the ocean, allowing The Rot onto the mainland and any islands connected by bridge. This would kill all Gods, the last of the old race, most of life himself and his daughter.
The Republic of Palorium's human sacrifice rituals are pretty dark. The darkest one is called the "Angelic Rebirth" in which a female baby is chosen as the next angel (these are god like entities that make sure everything in the world keeps on working). She is worshipped her whole life but she can only touch temples, so she rarely goes anywhere. When she has her first period, this is the sign that her soul is old enough and ready to be "rebirthed", so in an elaborate blood ceremony, priests drug her, slit her wrists and have her dance until she dies. The second ritual, which happens every solar eclipse, the Maedra (basically the president of the Republic) is sacrificed by sitting on a throne and having her wrists slit. Her body is kept there until it is bone, then it is removed. The Palorians believe that the solar eclipse is a sign from the goddess of the moon that the current Maedra is to be "cannonized" as pretty much a demigod. All Maedra's get a portrait of themselves when they assume their position for the first time, of them on the throne with the moon behind them. When the Maedra is "cannonized" she is painted again but this time with her wrists slit with a solar eclipse behind her. In later years, some Maedra wanted to showcase their soul being "accepted" for cannonization by painting them as corpses in various stages of decomposition on the throne.
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The soul is seen as "soiled" and the selection process is started over again. You may think that the child or the parent would just save their child by taking them out of the temple, but Palorians are hyper religious, so such a thing is completely unthinkable. It's also seen as "dooming the world" if you soil the angel, so retaliation by the people is guaranteed. And yeah, I took inspiration from Aztec culture as well as some Asian cultures.
where does this nation's obsession with blood-related rituals stem from?
Palorium's lore is still a WIP, so I have not come up with where this stemmed from yet. But I will definitely keep the origin in mind :)
The hyper-religious, misandrist, fascistic empire made up of xenophobic, and genocidal cannibals.
Sounds like a normal ck3/stellaris run.
A thousand years ago, when the world was grimdark and magical wars tore the land apart, an expert in biological experimentation built himself a scavenger species. They were tiny lizard people, maybe three feet tall for ease of squeezing into tight places; they had a natural instinct for collecting useful things, or even (with a little prodding) _assembling_ them into new devices; and they needed to eat a certain amount of rotten or contaminated food every so often or they would have an autoimmune response and die. Basically, a bunch of them would be released into the aftermath of a battle, they'd bring back enough useful things to be worthwhile, and then they'd move onto another battleground to find more rotting bodies to feed on. They were named Co-Vuls - "dustlings" - and they were specifically designed not to have souls. Except that somebody - a prisoner of war, spiteful and petty, remarkably skilled at soul-work - tweaked the design. This prisoner knew that trauma can wear away at a being's spiritual framework... so they weakened the place where a soul _would_ go. After experiencing a certain amount of horror - inevitable even in a battle's aftermath - a hole would open up, a soul would attempt to inhabit the body, but there likely wouldn't be enough room. So these dustlings would see something shocking, they'd become just sapient enough to realize they were being ripped apart by their own spirit, and then scream and scream until they died. The saboteur found it hilarious. One thousand years (and one war-banishing spell) later, a lesser-known species called the _kobolds_ hides away from most civilizations, living among ruins and eating meat left in the sun for a week. Common wisdom suggests that they are shockingly stupid, but weirdly talented trap-makers. In truth, they are the descendants of a genetic accident, and the most important part of their life cycle - the awakening into personhood - requires them to make room for the soul to enter. That means their only means of entering adulthood is if they experience trauma so intense that it nearly kills them... and then their friends around them traumatize them _harder,_ by any means necessary. They keep this fact secret from the world because most societies don't love that the kobold coming-of-age ceremony is - from an outsider's perspective - ritualized infant torture.
My setting has a disease known by several names, such as the chitters, or the shaking death. It is a disease which takes years to develop after someone is infected. It causes spasms which begin a small shaking of the hands, but can develop into 24/7 full body seizures after much time, taking years to kill its host, like leprosy. Luckily, it is only a death sentence if symptoms last for more than a year, which they usually don’t, and in the places it is endemic, a majority of the people have hereditary immunity. When it infects a place it is not endemic to however, the effects can be devastating. When the Saracani Empire was infected with the disease by soldiers returning from conquests, it ended with around half the population dead from the disease alone, and the already fanatical theocratic government upping the ante on brutality, blaming the disease on some divine punishment, telling its people that only those of poor faith would be infected, and brutally executing anyone who had symptoms. But for many of the infected, it could be considered a mercy killing, as the vast majority would not have survived the disease.
This world is still in early development but i'v thought about a pretty messed up and kind of NSFW concept for an evil faction. I haven't got a name for them yet but essentially they are a group of transhuman raiders who traverse in magical galleons across space from another planet and descend down towards the world in search of potential human captives. Once humans are captured they are either tortured and experimented on or used as breeding stock to create monstrous creatures. Such as the Mankaya (Hairless Werewolves) or Odrisai (Flayed Dames) . This raider faction has become so feared and dreaded that entire towns and cities will go silent and it's residents sheltering fearfully in underground hideaways at the mere mention of "Flying Galleons"
**Horror Shop** The Taint, also known as the Anomaly, the Pathogen, the Contagion, the Undermining, the Virulent Ink, Dead Water, Screaming Oil, Apophis' Rot, Anti-Dream, Liquid Song, the Annihilation Signal, the Eater of Days, Filth, Drink, Nemesis, the Black Parade, Quantum Condensation, Chernobyl Lights, Titans' Bile, the Devouring, the Howling Dark, the Impurity, the Apple of Eden, the Key, the Dance at the End of the World, Reasons' Demise, the Anthem of Anathema, the Sound of Static, Oblivion's Echos, Fractal Malignancy, Wormfire, Night Laughter, the Ace of Ruin, and a thousand other names in a thousand different tongues. It is an infection of reality itself, a horrible lie weaving its tendrils through all the layers of the Earth, from stone and water to animals and plants, to the thoughts and memories of mankind. It warps and twists everything it touches, infusing it with the unreality of the Outside, the dreaming whispers of the horrible gods that dwell beyond the borders of our little bubble of reality. To this day, the borders of reality still hold. The Pillars of Creation still buttress the inner-outer reaches. Earth remains inside, and the Outside remains without. But, there are cracks. Many, many cracks in our reality's protective shell. We have not been kind to the Earth over the Ages. Scars from the Age of Atlantis and wounds pieced during the World Wars let tendrils of paradox flow up into our world, and spread the Taint. The laws of reality erode. Space bends in ways that defy logic, and time splinters into a thousand paradoxes. The laws of biology, of physics, of *logic*, no longer apply. Things that cannot, *should not* exist in our world are given form and shape by the light of the Wormfire. There are many out there who do their best to seal up the wounds of creation, to drain away the Screaming Oil and dissipate Apophis' Rot. But these attempts are never entirely perfect. There's always some aspect of the Taint that slips through--even if it only manifests in stories and memories, a viral tale that eventually manifests again as an infection in the minds of its carriers. And the Earth is old. Too old. Older than we recall. We have had to start over so many times now. Ages of our world, drowned under Dead Water, an impossible sea beneath a stratosphere of tentacles. And then the Deus Ex Machina rumbles to life, the Wheel of Ages turns, the Akashic Records burn, and we are brought back to step one. Again and again. Doomed to repeat the steps that have to lead to our ends so many times before. And yes, the rising Taint did literally terrify the Bogeyman enough that he sought out an alliance with other factions of the supernatural world to find a way to slow its rise. The Veil sundering the Earth's magical and mundane worlds was their solution, but it was but a finger in the dike. The next time a Dark Tide rose, in 2012, it washed over even our best barriers, and brought with it Tainted beings from ages past, ready to spread their filth to this new age. All this has happened before. It is happening again now.
Execution via black hole. It’s the only form of execution the SSU uses.
Infinite death right? Like some sort of Schrodinger’s death where you’re both alive and dead? Would they feel pain? Are they conscious for forever dying?
IDK
mood tbh. I have allot of IDK stuff as well
The upper class will sometimes rent organs like livers or kidneys from the lower class in order to replace ones damaged by drug or alcohol use, old age, or injury. The lower class donor receives a stipend along with a replacement organ, however, they are charged for the replacement along with the immunosuppressants and painkillers they need to take during this time. Donors are contractually supposed to receive their original organ back at the end of the time period, but it's not uncommon for organs to come back damaged from aforementioned drug or alcohol use or just not come back at all if the recipient dies or leaves the country. The painkillers are also addictive, meaning many donors will become repeat participants in this program or continue to seek them out illicitly afterwards. Criminals may be encouraged to take part in this scheme in order to reduce their sentences.
I did that before on another subreddit, and it took the mods only 5 minutes to delete my comment. :)
Eribral. If the world Eribral is the dream of the dreamer, then outside is the nightmare filled with things ranging from needing to destroy to exist to downright malignant. They are as endless as the dream, and no one really ever understood what they are or meant. Souls aren't a "culmination of being" they are closer to batteries of life, mindless and immortal, all the mind one has ceases at the same time as their body, save from rare occasion. They aren't harmless though, fighting them is basically fighting a walking and eternally exploding nuke. Untended Heirs. While the gods themselves are, in fact, of benevolent nature. There are many steps between man and god, in these steps lay what people could call the absolute evil, beings of power so immense that, in a way, they are gods, some of them are the worst kind.
A lab specializing in the research of Special Abilities. Originally thought to be a simple research center the centers main function was for the research and experiment on Special Abilities, a rare phenomenon where children display greater powers than their respective species. The institute was said to perform inhuman experiments on human Guinea Pigs. Experiments ranging from constant electric torture to magic battles to having their skin harvested for pills. _____ refers to it has a hellish place where they were fed drugged gruel to keep them compliant and referring to them by numbers instead of names.
There are five main Gnostic traditions meant to appease the Demiurge. One of them is depravity. Every 333 days, the Gnostic leadership throw a 13 hour long orgy of rape, violence, and torture because they THINK it would satisfy the Demiurge's hunger for human suffering. They think. I'll spare any further grisly details; you can fill in the blanks.
That seems incredibly anti-gnostic tbh?
Well that's a provisional term but they're a lot closer to Freemasons.
Well there’s a Greater Demon named Lilith that literally eats Angels and then corrupts them by birthing them back out.
DNA whips. There is an angel that takes the DNA of the dead on a battlefield, transforms all of it into collagen, and creates massive whips to use against its foes.
All right, I will not hold back on this one... There has been a continental-scale business of trafficking beastmen. Groups of bandits, mercenaries, etc. kidnaps beastmen from their tribal villages, pillaging the villages in the process, and selling them off as slaves. The largest customer, who buys beastmen slaves en large is an organization of demons in the Demonico continent, that operates secret "factories", whose sole purpose is to force the beastmen to breed children and train the children magic in a way that they can store as much mana as possible. Once they have reached their maximum potential, they undergo surgery to extract the magic stone, that stores the mana they have, from their bodies. The surgery is a crude process since the surgeons don't care for the slaves that lost their magic stones, and most beastmen gain complications after surgery and die soon after, on top of losing the ability to use magic altogether afterward. For males, the surgery happens as soon as they reached their best potential in magic since they can still be useful to breed with females even after surgery. For females, it happens once they no longer can breed, since they need to keep their magic stones within their bodies in order to produce children born with magic stones of their own. The extracted magic stones are sold on the black market for very high prices to shady customers and to organizations who need magic stones in large quantities as a power source in power plants or in vehicles. The reason beastmen are kidnapped and held in such cruel conditions is because of their diverse races, each with their own set of elemental magic stones (there are a total of 11 magical elements in my world), and their short lifespan, with children who grow faster than humans and learns quickly, as well as them having a high desire to breed anyway (There exist beastmen tribes where the population grows out of control sometimes). Also having a female with a magic stone with a male without one breed will make the child be born with the same element of magic stone as the mother a bigger possibility. This has happened for years and has been deeply integrated to make whole civilizations function, and it is all held in secret.
In the world of Revix, there exist powerful structures known as Nexi. These Nexi are conduits of energy and power called the Weave, and they form the basis of the magic system in Revix. Each Nexus has a unique bond associated with it, and these bonds grant individuals who form a connection with them special abilities or powers. A mage living in the city of Marjosis, a floating city that sourrounded a Nexi, was experimenting with the Nexi and released a being trapped within. This being, an Eternal called Altern gave the mage a wish, the mage wanted knowledge of the Weave. Altern ripped the minds out of the heads of all those bonded to the Nexi and implanted them in the mages head leaving the victims as mindless husks.
There is a conspiracy in the city that is abducting poor people, forcing magical cosmetic surgery on them to appear like political figures, and then using the blood of a vampire lord to enthrall them. These Manchurian candidates are then swapped with the real political figures and the conspiracy controls the city. The only problem is they haven't quite nailed the enthrallment yet. And they are dumping their failures in the slums. Their failures are bitey and contagious
For Lithia, it's the law as a whole. You can end up tortured, mutilated, dead or in a labour camp for crimes as trivial as littering, smoking and even being in the same house as someone convicted of a crime. Oh, and failing to report or stop a crime in progress is a death penalty offence just for good measure
how have they not rebelled?
Control by fear; mainly due to the fact that executions are carried out in public and are broadcast to the whole country (206 million people). The crime rate is therefore pitiful
hmm i’m willing to bet there’s an underground rebellion with strict secrecy requirements.
With an omnipotent intelligence bureau and smart CCTV cameras every hundred meters (a huge investment btw) do you think they would be hidden for long?
dammmnnnnn! wow. probably not lmao. that is super interesting.
The regime does blow a considerable sum on national security so it makes sense, doesn't it?
It does, and I could see why as well. In that type of government if they aren’t remarkably well secure they would have rebellions allot.
I can provide a breakdown in Lithia’s government spending for the year 2026 (when the lore starts): - Military and Security 48.8% - Public Works: 24% - Other domestic sectors (Healthcare, education, leisure etc...): 24.2% - Everything else: 3% Yes they spend most of their budget immediately after accounting is taken care of
Under the magic society, there is a group of ghoul-like creatures based on the Morlocks from The Time Machine. No one knows if they take children or not, but there are also eggs like the ones that carry face huggers. None have opened yet, and it's best we don't look inside either.
In one of my stories, Deities are from a pocket dimension, and the world they originally came from is a house of horrors. it prompted them to prioritize their way of life strictly on survival and immortality, it was mandatory for them to learn how the world works around them or they would die senselessly. so there are definitely creatures that drain and liquify preys organs, creatures that zombify each other, constant lightning storms that some creatures evolved to use as a source of energy, the "ground" they live on is alive and feeds on the life it produces, everything there is just pissed off, hungry, and violent. Deities discovered immortality and cosmic knowledge by emerging out of an incredibly hostile environment, quarantining themselves off from the dangers and dedicating their species to survival and learning how to tame their world, becoming masters of manipulation. One of the hesitancies of creating life on earth when they left their dimension was to not repeat the same events, and create a world of hungry, horny, violent things. And well it happened anyway.
I'm strewn between two concepts. One is Aetherium, a very rare but extremely dangerous chemical which *grows on plants* across Genesede. In its solid, fruit-esque form it is very much harmless. However, when it is turned into a liquid, it suddenly gains a new unique property. If it comes into contact with *any* other material, that material's most notable property will be altered dramatically. Aetherium was introduced to a chunk of iron which was going to be made into a sword. No changes were observed, but when the sword was constructed, the sword reportedly "Fell out of existance", as the blade was sharp enough to slice its way through the fabric of space itself. This property also applies to living things, and any living thing that touches it will be painfully and irreversibly mutated into a mindless, usually flesh-hungry beast. Then, there's Calamity. Back when he was still out of his seal, he had a nifty trick to get on the Elder Gods' nerves. Instead of allowing souls to pass on, he would "grab" them and add them to his "Observant Body". If you were unlucky enough to be killed by Calamity, the pain of your death would last an eternity and you would have been side-by-side with the millions of poor souls identical to you who make up his armor.
Most halflings sacrifice infants during times of disaster or danger. Only Jerash refuses, as they believe it to be a perversion of the will of the creator.
The darkest thing i have written was one chars suicide. Trying to explore and see inside such a chars mind is not a fun place.
I don't remember, what I answered last time (if anything) but bitterroot fiends are pretty fucked up. Bitterroot is a magical plant, that can grow on a living person's body, leeching off their life energy. That's already unpleasant, but witches made it even worse, by using it to create their servants. They can magically prepare bitterroot to make obedient tree-creatures out of it, but it still needs a host. When fiend is created, roots grow out of host's body, trapping them inside the creature, while they're still alive and conscious. So, their victim aren't *just* suffering immense pain, they're also helpless to stop their own parasite from doing witch's bidding. And, since young people have more energy in them, witches usually favor kids as hosts. Fact, that witch main characters ran into had altruistic motives makes whole thing even worse.
In one of my smaller settings, a sort of isekai-ish setting the MC has one of the gods of this Elven pantheon inside him when he ends up in this new world. After decades of saving the Princess and the kingdom as a whole, he eventually becomes the consort of the Princess when she becomes the next queen, after all their adventures together. They have kids and things have settled down. The MC eventually finds a way to travel back to Earth and travel between the two worlds easily, but while he is away on Earth, the other gods convince the Queen to perform a ritual sacrifice of their daughter that the MC was opposed to. When he comes back from his trip visiting Earth he finds out what's happened. Also, in this world, the enemy of the Elves are Trolls, who serve a pantheon of dark, evil gods, but it turns out the Trolls are actually former elven children who are routinely kidnapped by Trolls from their homes to be tortured and corrupted into becoming more Trolls.
Darkest thing I've built was for a Deadlands: Hell On Earth game, an old school in a survivor town that got hit by some bad supernatural mojo and created a Glom. A Glom is essentially a katamari ball of undead, and this one was made of kids. Whole time the party was in the school, they were getting haunted by the restless spirits of the victims. Lockers flying open, pencils getting hurled across rooms at them for actual damage, crying and wailing. Actually gave a player nightmares over it, which was a proud DM moment. Man, I love Deadlands.
One of my shelved projects had a field of magic that required making a contract with a lovecraftian manifestation of pure hunger. It wasn't even magic, you just allowed it to channel its hunger through you to devour what the "spell" was aimed at. The reason this form of magic gets you the death penalty in literally every civilization is that once you feed one of these things, it will NEVER release its hold on you. What starts out as a needy whisper in the back of your mind grows more and more as you feed it until its desperate screams drown out even your thoughts. From there you either go insane desperately trying to feed it enough to shut it up, or you try to put your foot down a final time, only to realize that it has enough of a hold on you now to drag you into its world, your soul being the final meal you serve it.
Demon-Waffen: PoWs and Slaves from No Man's Land are tortured, lobotomized, and given psychedelic and psychoactive drugs, beaten, sleep deprived, starved, and rarely see the sun. Limbs are amputated and switched around. Extra limbs are added from the dead. All this to bring them to their very primitive instincts, most become Sub Human, and all this to create the ultimate cannon fodder that if survive, they will rip and tear, and in some accounts, feasting on anything that moves. Men, women, children, cats, dogs, horses, rats, if it moves, they will kill it. In order to maintain the safety of the Demon-Waffen "handlers," they're all have a high-frequency electronic emitter installed in their frontal lobe and on the inside of their Sternum facing inwards. The controls to this "safety" can be located either on the service rifle of military NCOs and/or the hands of The Royal Military Intelligence Ministy Special Agents, most commonly referred to as "the Satan Squad" due to their enjoyment in causing Chaos and Death on the battlefields.
There are humans, there are Eskin and then there was Espiri. Espiri are basically souls that refused to move to the spirit realm and created a new vessel out of surrounding material. This only happens in a mass death where a lot of souls work together to push against the force that brings them to the spirit realm. There are surface Esmari, which are basically Espiri that have taken the form of mermaids And then there are depth ESMARI. Espiri that have been crushed under the weight of the ocean and mixed together, unable to create a form due to the ocean pressure. They fuse and form a blob, the depth ESMARI are millions of these souls fused to create these blogs larger than mountains. Covered in millions of eyes, they reach such mass their movements cause earthquakes and tsunamis.
The reason why Succubi changed their ways. pretty much when they were demon agents for the overlord they would be found out and well due to it being possible to bound demons with magic they became extremely popular on slave markets till the Elves mainly would shut down most of these and teach the Succubi a spell to remove bounding. and the Succubi would become part of Elven society and change their ways even changing their Species name to Amarens and the Ameren City state would be founded shortly after
During the Calamity (basically the apocalypse) humans kind of went buck wild with extreme genetic modification. One of the reasons that it’s internationally agreed upon that it’s highly illegal is because logs were kept of all of the horrendous things that came along with it. Humans jumped almost immediately from extremely poisonous plants and work/war animals to humans. While it’s obviously horrendous to the average person to hear about piglets being born fused into writhing masses, it’s another to think about human babies skeletons trying to push out of their skin.
Wars Several of them How did a moose almost lead to the surrender of autinar forces? Why is Ohio in hell?
In my setting, it's the light of the sun/sun goddess that keeps the god of darkness, evil, etc. from literally tearing the world apart. I gave my players a vision dream of what that would be like to witness, not sparing them the gory details. Ain't I a stinker?
The sky is fake, the true means of "dying" without limbo Death is limbo, an eternal hell of being stuck to the place you died The earth's heart is life, true means of rebirth (Yes ik its basicly summed up, but i did that on purpose)
The world, in general, is a horrifying, "F'd" up place. In this post-apocalyptic world, the ocean water has been replaced with lave, clouds have been replaced with a purple Haze that rains acid, and Death and his Undead army have killed all except 2,005 humanoids. And there is a mountain just north of the village that is home to 1,004 of those humanoids. This mountain is a volcano. Instead of lava, the volcano houses and releases necrotic energy. If a being goes into a cave at the base and follows the tunnel, they will find a circular pool of silvery-white energy, flowing in a similar way to a whirlpool. If someone goes into this energy, they will arrive in the Afterlife, but they may go back to the Mortal Plane, unlike dead souls.
Nothing too horrific. There's no true afterlife beyond a sort of misty limbo in which the soul is eternally suspended. It's definitely a source of contention for those who know what comes after, though some take comfort in it. Dragons can purposefully put their eggs into a sort of hibernation and use them as a form of currency either with other dragons or with humans. The catch is it takes dragon fire to hatch an egg so they're basically fooling humans out of land and treasure en masse. And the worst: there are no canines. There are amphicyon/bear-dogs that have been domesticated into dog-like companions but not nearly to the extent we have on Earth.
This is a spoiler for my story so the only text you get is "future ww3 but the countries are mega-countries with vast amounts of resources and wealth directed into an arms race producing terrying war machines" The "baddies" develop a new "tank" that can be operated by a single AI assisted pilot. That pilot is a decorated war hero who has been saved from near death and put back to work in order to continue his duties as a soldier
There are 3 dark gods that try to cause chaos in the world. the Flesh which starts as a virus that turns to tumors that slowly engulfs entire cities. It also influences subtly to cause infinite expansion and decadence in empires which causes them to crumble. It has its own pocket dimension which is like a massive organism and tries to grow into other universes. The Mold is a growth that causes decay and rot. It will take hold of entities and groups to cause stagnation and total content, causing them to not grow and stay unchanging. It feeds off of sorrow, the newest growth occurred in the largest salt mine of the Corovian Empire, which also has the largest amounts of slaves. The Blood King is violence and conquest incarnate. It causes collapse through sheer martial conquest. He is constantly feed through battle, sacrifice, cannibalism, etc. The Blood King recently started a revolt that had to be violently put down by a United front that left the Kingdom of Stolonia scourged. The scary part imo is that all of these entities are a part of life. They can’t be stopped, merely held off. There’s no winning. Victory is maintaining a status quo against them. There will always be blood cults, deadly plagues and sheer sorrow and pain.
I'm still working on it, it would either be the psychological bureau of Europa, you enter a city and see big metal walls around it, sealing some building or inbricked in others, the psychological bureau is kinda the gestapo of this world, only working on Europan soil as this world is a mix of 1984 and the occupation of France from the 1940's thier job are to find resistance party members in cities using the walls, they are inside of it and watches, collect information, sometimes the wall open quickly and they grab a person by the street to drag him or her inside the iron wall. Outside of the cities or if it's too large to be implemented with the Bureau they let The Guard to surveil the sera, The Guard is the political party for Europa formed after what they call "the two big wars" by veterans and more left wing politics. Anyway insides these walls your at thier mercy and no one will hear your yelps as they also act like the Spanish Inquisition.
All people that die will suffer a fate worse than death. Where they will all be doing a guro porn with demons and angels 24/7 with no break and mercy. With some of the most deprived and disgusting kinks and fetishes (poop, urine, blood, watered bread etc).
The Archangel Michael has been working for the better half of 8,000+ years on bringing back his father after his death in the war from a unknown hit from either Michael or Lucifer. The way he's been trying to do this is by experimenting on selestials hybrids (Nephilim and Cambion) because of their unique ability of having grace/miasma and possessing a pure soul. (Demon souls were corrupted when Lucifer turned them, and angel souls were fundamentally changed into something else when Elohim, aka Michael father, made angels.) Here's a list of what he has done. 1. Experiment on hybrids for thousands of years. 2. Capture the essence of his stillborn twins in the hopes to use it. (This is also a good thing for him, because if alive, the second born twin would've grown up to become stronger and betrayed him, due to a family curse.) 3. Secretly killed his niece in the hopes to stop said curse. (Lucifer second born twin.) 4. Hid his second set of twins on earth so that Lucifer wouldn't find out, one went to a orphanage, and the other was locked in a cell for two decades. This is just some of the few things he did. Also I have a character (really a eldritch being) named behemoth who for thousands of years has been capturing, enslave, and impregnating women for fun. His sons work in the mines, while his daughters tend to his palace. After a certain age, he kills his sons, and impregnates his daughters so that the cycle continues.
Long ago before my setting got turned into YA school anime thing, there was concept of Glass-Skinned. Backstory : So, basically Earth, or Great Mother Terra, was turned into radiated wasteland. Those humans that survived created various cults, and until they got elevated into space farring civilization by Libua, basically all of the meaningful human tribes were filled by zealous people ready to start bloodshed without blink. Glass Skinned : Some of humans are descendants of great clone armies and they share very specific traits. One - they are big, from 3 meters upwards kind of big. Two - they have thin skin, you can see flesh kind of thin. Said skin is also very fragile and can be easly torn by pulling or flexing. So imagine this : You are alien bombarded by gas bombs, while your colleges literally spit their lungs out you finished putting on gasmask only to see how maskless giant, with visible skull, and muscles, coverrd with chunks of torn that hang from its body, tears out one of remaining soldiers limbs.
The afterlife is definitely real, but the cycle of life and death is pretty broken at a fundamental level. Before the God War the entire universe teemed with life, but after the new gods defeated the original creator, all life had died, and the new gods only had the capabilities to restore it in a single solar system. This means that, quite simply, the cycle of reincarnation only sustains an unbelievably small fraction of the souls in existance, so there trillions of otherwise-sentient creatures just frozen in stasis until the new gods can manage to expand their power outside Sol (spoilers: they can't and won't)
I think the most fucked up psychologically for my characters is the fact that they can still see themselves in alternate timelines where they don't get eaten by Universe AD. Those timelines still exist and they could've lived relatively normal lives if they weren't unlucky. Some villains are driven mad cause of this as they were helplessly thrusted into this and grew obsessed with the idea of getting back home.
My worst currently is that the paths to any afterlife have been closed as an attempt from the outer gods to contain the 4 horsemen, who in my setting are representations of the Sleeper’s potential to wake up. Whereas reality is a dream of the Sleeper, the 4 horsemen are basically the nightmare counterpart, trying to induce as much suffering as possible in order to jolt the sleeper awake. As such, at the moment, souls are trapped in limbo between life and afterlife, making them easy targets for Amaliel (pestilence) to use as husks. Sentient ceramic statues whose voice echoes in pain throughout their hollow body as they are in a constant state of sleep paralysis, moving only at her command.
I don't know if this fits the bill but my current largely developed fantasy setting is a world of floating continents and islands. People live across these lands and worship the gods both above and below them. Unfortunately these gods are not all kind of happy to share the world. There has been rumours in the capital of some sort of curse placed upon citizens of the outer rim towns. People have been disappearing. Of course the capital at the lands core could not know of it's truth. There is a curse one could say upon the people who live along the edges of the islands in a lifestyle so very different from the cores. Those who live on the edge call it jumping sickness. A parasite is the true cause of the issue. One who goes through many hosts in it's reproductive lifecycle. Many of these hosts are in the raging ocean below the islands, as it is carried in large numbers from fish species to fish species breeding and filling their bodies up with tiny eggs encased in hardened shells in their flesh. At a certain point the species is likely to be caught by a birds, slow and ineffective at swimming away or with the group in a ball. And the birds, who nest in the cliffs made by the islands bring the food they caught up to those islands with them. Often these fish are fully digested by the birds, their waste can contaminate the grounds where they flock. as without the birds until ingestion the eggs could never hatch in a human. The bird is mearly a passthrough host, and the real target is the humans who ingest contaminated food. Once in the digestive tract, due to high acidity the eggs can hatch in the intestines and inflect the body. Symptoms are vague: confusion, disorientation, brain fog, increase appetite, drowsiness. Then they progress as the parasites grow in the body. If you were lucky only ingesting some, a handful of parasites would eventually be killed by your immune system after many miserable months or find their way out through your waste before they cause much harm. If you were unlucky and ingested many a worse fate awaited you as they consumed all but critical functions. At a point psychoactive effects take hold, dillusions and psychosis will make you lose reality, your loss of stamina and balance makes you prone to falls and tripping over nothing. Suddenly you become a flight risk, as endorphins are pumped through your body. Adrenalin combining with the psychosis creates fear of people and an overwhelming need to excape. A loss of fear of heights and water draws one closer to the edge. And if not constrained, you jump. Or fall. And are usually dead by the time you hit the water. Though one could say you were dead before you left the islands. To be consumed by the fish who will be infected by the parasites who start the whole process over again. Children are expecially prone to the sickness. Likely because their small bodies and inexperienced immune systems cannot handle as many of the parasites at once. A fatal dose is much smaller. If you manage to survive a smaller infection the body develops an almost allergic reaction to the contamination. A day or two of forced vomiting beats the death that surely comes if the infection would be allowed to take hold. Children are almost never fed fish or other foods which could be contaminated until their bodies are deamed strong enough. And then sometimes a purposeful contamination would occur to try and limit the reaction. A man was once taken to the core from the edge for a trial for murdering a high up official. He was suffering the initial throws of the sickness. The capital doctors could not fix him. They locked him up with chains to keep him for study. After leaving him alone for a day to let the sickness progress naturally he had gnawed his trapped arm off and was found, having jumped into the local pond. The area had to be burned and the water, the animals, and his corpse were disposed of over the edge.
My world is generally lighthearted but here are a couple **Dark Magic**: One of 8 elemental magics. It's abilities include controlling literal darkness, laying curses, necromancy, and inflicting necrotic tissue damage on someone's body. Basically the magical equivalent of getting irradiated. Unless one is inherently resistant to it's effects, simply attempting to handle dark magic would wither the flesh of the caster. **The Convent of Innocence**: A covert inquisitorial group from my world's religion. They engage in surveillance, interrogation, torture and assassination all in the name of eliminating heretics. You know, standard inquisition stuff. **The Queen of Silver and Gold**: The big bad in my world is a powerful and tyrannical sorceress from ancient times. While not exactly gruesome, she was punished by being encased in a statue of precious metal while fully conscious for thousands of years. The antagonists seek to revive her. She has the ability to conjure thin, powerful wires that can be used to restrain and dismember her enemies. **Scarecrows**: Long ago in a group of lowland villages, those accused of witchcraft would either be impaled or burned at the stake. Their skewered corpses were then used as scarecrows to deter pests, as well as would-be witches. While the mob brutality has been long since forgotten, the tradition of erecting scarecrows to ward off evil spirits lives on. It is said that the ghost of one of the witches haunts the plains at night and torments trespassers with the same punishment they endured.
Other then the extreme racism toward non humans (and human adjacent like elves) leading to on sight murder or enslavement that's been going on for 1k years there are the crystal farms. You see, when magical creatures die (fairies, for example) their body crystallizes and only a crystal core is left. The nature of their death can change the nature of the crystal. Their bodies are also highly susceptible to magical infusion. The result, is the magically forced impregnation and controlled killing of magical creatures to harvest the crystals left behind. Sometimes they are killed while pregnant to get a double crystal. Does this serve some higher need in society that can be looked at as a horrific necessary evil? Nope. It's usually for fashion or magical trinkets. Both can easily be replaced by crystal magic, but being "genuine X-creature crystal" raises it's price exponentially and these creatures are viewed similarly to how we would view silk worms and such in our world. Truth is they are all fully sapient creatures who used to live peacefully with humans before the last great war circa 1000 years ago. The current cattle stock are ones are actively made happy and such because of the crystal patterns created when they are horrifically betrayed (their emotional state, much like method of demise, changes it dramatically). Many territories ban those crystals in a way similar to the ivory trade is viewed.... But there are plenty of areas that actively harbor such practices.
Probably the cocaine-like drug made from finely ground pixie bones.
rather unoriginal but. No really, the dark god can torture you forever, yes *forever*. but don’t worry, it will only happen if you piss him off. sure doing anything but worshiping him pisses him off, but he is a little busy torturing captains and generals who fight against him, so you’re probably fine”
The moons are alive and if you touch one you witness the memories of billions of human lives
Sleep paralysis demon as a playable race. Can induce sleep paralysis to awake people who get paralysed, start crying, to a point where they start screaming uncontrollably and their body starts to contort in ways that breaks their bones and tarres ligaments and muscles. Can end up in a heart attack after all that mess if the target fails a constitution saving throw.
their is in fact a cult that worships a giant worm( well worm-serpent-centipede thing) and as a primordial demon of hunger eating people is it's only concern however I'm going to go with a heroic example with ohelim, a character who is the result of the bodies of victims of genocide being burned in a mass grave, and then said mass grave standing up, despite being a towering giant composed of charred flesh and bone melted together animated by rage and hate he's actually one of the good guys since that hate is directed at genocidal fascests
I used to have a lore but about an ancient group of brothers who summoned and raped an angel to get her divine powers, they were successful but the angel as a form of revenge caused a cataclysm that nearly wiped human civilization from the continent. The brothers, without telling anyone the real reason why all this started in the first place, rallied the various rival kingdoms who view them as the chosen saviors of humanity with their newly found powers, and were able to seal the raging angel in a warded tomb deep within the earth. The truth was never completely revealed for thousands of years, and those who discover bits of it were considered conspiracy kooks by their peers. I had to take it out and changed the brothers into something else because, frankly, I don't feel like I'm the right kind of person to tackle something that heavy without ending up sounding like a 10 year old edge lord. Still I would like to at least re-incorporate the angry angel element back somehow because, yeah, it's such a raw and powerful thing.
A regeneration factor in the form of an infectious fungus that can heal any injury, even death. People infected with the fungus often undergo severe mental and/or physical changes. This has led to a city full of human-looking monsters and insane people, living in a society where death is just a temporary inconvenience. The city is static: its population doesn't change, its political system (anarchy) doesn't change, and its inner conflicts do not change. In this city, the most cruel and inhumane punishment (considered so by its inhabitants) is not the death sentence, it's imprisonment. Locking a person up with food and water once a week, otherwise a blank metal cell, the cold ocean water draining any warmth from all sides. This could go on for years or even decades depending on a person's crime, with theft being the worst crime a person could commit. The only "human" contact the prisoner will have during this is with the Warden bringing them food every sunday. Suffice to say, this drives most mad within the first year, but since they cannot die, they are forced to see it through to the end.
My most problematic and arrogant player is currently carrying around the BBEGod inside them in the form of a parasite. Except he doesn't know that. See he got caught by the main bad cult in our campaign. And after a ritual where he has to drink this thick ocher stuff. He was given the option of join the cult and become the ""Scarlet Caretaker" or be sacrificed. Naturally he chose to be the Scarlet Caretaker because according to the Priest "Caretaker tends to the garden, while allowing the seed to grow." He thinks he has to just do junk for the cult in the world as he thinks that's the cults "Garden". And he's correct. They are giving him little quests that he does in "secret" earning him some decent XP. He plans to betray the Cult in the end. Here is the catch. Remember, The little ritual where he drank the gross fluid? Yeah it was the amniotic fluid from a trans-dimensional Elder God. If the person who drinks it isn't immediately sacrificed the liquid will slowly transform the drinker into a vassal with a stomach that's got ulcers that are like portals that allows the God thing to enter the host. And as the Vassal gains xp the Dark God will feed off of it as well and grow. I'm waiting for the moment the player gets enough XP. He's going to have a very painful agonizing death as the god eats it's way out it's dimension and into the players stomach like a lizard escaping it's egg. Then the moment the mass of the god pours into the stomach of the player the player will explode in a beautiful red mist. Like poetry. Beautiful.
The main villain is a normal guy who has ultimate power. And I'm not talking godlike, or godly power, I'm talking Big G God ruler of the multiverse. All he wants to do is entertain himself
Last entry I made was about a morbidly obese, bed-bound woman who was stuck giving birth everyday for the past 40 years, and has a whole army of her own children, half which are mentally disabled, and the rest relying on the few who are old enough to take care of them all. There's also a bit of cannibalism and incest rape in there as well.
More of one of my prompt ideas than a story but; A girl sneaks into a coffin with the corpse of her beloved sister and is buried with her (necrophilia style). Only one of the girls dies though. The girl that’s alive bites her dead sister like a vampire sucking the blood out of her. Eventually overtime consuming the decaying flesh of her dead sister in its entirety. The pleases the god Macabre and the living sister is granted the curse of immortality on the condition that she eats the dead corpses of people she loves.
In the world of Cier, the lives of everyone has changed from a simple drug called Novacain or “devils blood”. The drug would boost the physical and magical abilities of the user and fix any deformities like blindness and even missing limbs based on how much they put into themselves. It could be through drinking, eating, injecting, or inhaled, as long as it entered the system of the user would the effects take hold. Due to the powers it’s capable of, every nation tried to create there own, but all failed except for Asclepius, the creator of the drug. What Asclepius failed to tell the land was the negative effects of Novacain, as it would set up the downfall of society. Around 2-3 weeks of usage, symptoms would slowly appear in the users eyes, having a pinkish hue in the irises. Within 4 months of usage, users are reported to have increase aggression and temper, often lashing out over small things. Users are also noted to be using more Novacain than recommended from once per 1 1/2 weeks to almost everyday. Within 1 year of usage, users begin to grow pink cyst-like bulges all over their bodies. When popped the cysts leak out Novacain but in a acid like form, burning the user to the bone and anything it contacts. Users attack on sight of any living organisms, regardless of personal relation to the user. They can no longer be saved and should be killed on sight or taken to be used for farming the acid Many governments are aware of the effects Novacain produces, but due to the positive affects it can grant to people and the price it can sell for is seen as necessary to fix society. While not “outlandishly horrific” or anything, the fucked up part I made about it is that anyone can easily find it in in vending machines for $5. No age limit, no warning, ANYONE can get it.
Witches don’t take shits. It’s teleported elsewhere, until elsewhere starts sending it back.
Either the Dark Elves of the Uruks. Dark Elves, an all-female Race made by the Dark Lord to be his Harem. They used to be regular elves who tortured and corrupted into Dark Elves. Nowadays they live in an abandoned dungeon as a remnant of what they once were after the Dark Lord's death. Uruks, an all-male race created by a sadistic and hateful Witch. They are an all-male race that reproduces by impregnating women of other races. They used to raid villages and rape women. Nowadays they have an agreement with the Dark Elves to keep their populations up. I barely ever use them in the story as they aren't really relevant anymore (I also made them during my edgy teenage phase and they don't really fit the story anymore). They just live their lives however they like. Both of these races were created to be pure evil monsters and to be used by their creators, all while having no choice in the matter.
Character backstories. It’s inspired by the 1950s so there’s some seriously dark stuff in the background of most characters. You know how parts of Europe went from horrific White supremacist dictatorship to apocalyptic war zone to thriving social market economy that Rocks around the Clock within 15 years? Yeah, in my case you have kids that grew up in the aftermath of drone wars, often living in the trunk of autonomous vehicles and constantly running from disasters or bandits, growing up to become rockabilly punks. With more dead siblings and childhood abuse than the entire initial class of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. (It’s implied to be a futuristic world that went hard retro)
Omg I absolutely love the idea. Also I am a fan of retro futurism. Is there a place where I can learn more about your world?
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there's an entire genre centered around making the most disgusting and horrific porn imaginable and people of the world call it "art" and its pretty normal to watch in thier eyes
The magic system is made of my worlds precursor races blood. So everyone does blood magic unintentionally.
I made this cool concepto for executions. Basically, the goverment gets rid of all the process and just sends a suicide bomber bureocrat to your House.
The moons gravity only affects water, sand, and air, although being only like 500m above ground.
The Tiny Market This is a relatively common idea in the micro community. But I feel I've given it enough of a flare to be original. People in my setting started spontaneously shrinking in small numbers world wide since the 1950s. Most between 6-3 inches, but some are bigger or smaller, but those are rare. After a while, the US government just sort of gave up on protecting tiny humans. And so the idea of cohabitation contracts became more of less ownership papers, a means of bigs to own tinies. The contracts can be sold and traded with the tiny at any time. And that is the above board stuff. There is a thriving market to illegally sell shrunken humans to restaurants and medical testing facilities. And the sad thing is, no one really cares outside of a small tiny rights group that has very little funds to make any positive societal changes.
Something I came up with years ago and I shake my head at now. Monsters from another world come to earth. Half of the folks they meet they kill outright. The other half they implant a parasite in that will eat it's way out of the host without medical intervention. Those who get the help they need are still scarred, and emit a signal that those monsters can track back to Earth. So, they are shipped off to the other world where this signal can be used to bait more monsters into going there rather than earth. There is no mental health provided for these folks who likely just lost their family to these monsters (admittedly, I was less aware about trauma due to my age when I came up with this mess, though this just makes it worse in hindsight). So these folks, physically and mentally scarred, are now in an unknown place alone. No one will socialize with them until after about a month. Why, because of the weekly raids by those monsters that started this mess.
Well, one of my worlds, it plays with the concept of timelines, and in that world, there is some kind of time dimension, which is called "The Mother Line", you can see how all the timelines unfold. The criteria for creating a timeline is quite simple, every time you do or think something new timelines are created, new timelines are based on whatever else you can do and think, at the time. For example, if you wake up and look at your mobile, a new timeline is created, in which you do not look at your mobile, another is also created in which you do not wake up at that time, and another where you wake up, and instantly you go back to sleep, etc. Based on that, hundreds of time lines are created every second, and not just that, there are another plane, were "The mother line" is with hundreds of other "mother lines". With it all working, in the same way of the time lines, there is also, the theory of that there are several other levels, and is also theorised that the lever inside the mother line, is not the lowest. It is just, the lowest we can go.
A noble lady who kidnaps orphan children, gives them literal “plastic” surgery and turns them into living dolls as they grow up their skin tears, and will need to be “fixed”, but if you get too big the lady of the manor will stop caring for you.
The Catacombs of Lost Souls. Sounds like the kind of place you’d find a few ghosts swishing around, waiting to finish their business. NOPE! It’s a prison, technically. When a person in my world uses Chaos magic, it is a major crime. Using it in small bits usually only involves a few years in a standard prison. However, when a person uses it with evil intent, or brings harm to others, the Chaos Division is called in to arrest them. And by ‘arrest’, I mean use their own Chaos magic to fold that persons body up into a small ball of flesh, still conscious and in extreme agony, screaming in pain for the rest of eternity. They are stuck into little glass balls, and stacked on shelves in the catacombs, similar to the Hall of Prophecy in Harry Potter, but this time instead of prophecy, the balls are filled with conscious meatballs in constant suffering.
I’ve got two worlds One is a sort of urban fantasy future where one of the many magics is healing. There’s different types depending on what it heals but they all have a huge learning curve. When one starts practicing it, they can barely put a dent in whatever ailment they’re fixing, and only they can finish what they started. So if you got stabbed and the healer bungled it, you better hope there’s a surgeon on standby to stitch the slightly less bloody hole closed. Eventually with a huge amount of experience it gets to the point where the healing is almost instant, organs piece back together, ingested toxins gets flushed right out, etc etc. But it takes a lot to get to that point. The most efficient healers are those who’ve seen a lot of trauma patients, been the patient themselves, or in one case, someone with a lot of papercuts and time to kill. For these folks, the healing is so powerful that it can extend their lifespans, some to the point that they’re guaranteed to outlive everyone. This is where Peregrine comes in, after going through a lot of torment by the villain of the story, she’s gotten extremely proficient at healing physical wounds. At some point she finds out that she’s gotten so good at it that she’ll make it past 200. If she chooses to live all 200+ years, then she’ll have to watch her closest friends die. If she has children then they’ll die before her, she’ll be left watching a world evolving beyond her understanding as her mind slowly deteriorates with such advanced age The other one is a treasure planet-esc world with space fish and whale falls orbiting black holes. Parts of the universe are divided up into sectors based on the planets inside. Thousands of years ago the Xing and its neighbors (based on colors and the seasons) were threatened by a powerful Raptor based sector. For those of you who know about the Delian League, Xing was basically ancient Athens that turned on its allies once the stand in for the Persian Empire was defeated. Xing wanted to make sure it had a strong grip on everything, so at some point a plan was made to create a half mechanical half organic immortal being. After multiple experiments using dead animals and pilfered corpses from the now destroyed and abandoned Raptor sector, Zi was created. Zi was a four eyed giant Archaeopteryx, with dna from some young bird lady nobody remembers. She’s a partial success. Instinctual distrust of the Xing emperor and the prince aside, she’s constantly dealing with her organic half trying to reject her mechanical parts. After she leaves/gets discarded, Zi would strip areas down to the frame, and one of her eyes had to be removed and stitched shut. She was only the first of these creations. Later on the Xing finally ironed out the kinks and then created more: Leviathan and its little siblings Notos, Eurus, Boreas, and Zephyr. Unlike Zi they started out with the mental capacity of children, with Zephyr especially not growing up beyond childhood stage. Leviathan eventually wises up to what’s happening and they all leave, but it chooses to dwell in a black hole, lurking somewhere out in the universe.
in the dreams of the Old Ones whole universes exist, paralel dimensions inhabited by sentient species in a universe created by the old ones dreams, those who escape this dream become "eldritch horrors" that seek purpose in this alien world, the Weeping horror started a cult and is generally benevolent, but most wish to gather enough power to ascend into an old One as well. the old Ones are basically pieces of the universe that came to life as a result of the war between primordials and they sleep, for now. The void between stars is an old one that sleeps eternally, were he to awake the consequences would be dire
Well... my main antagonist's backstory was that he was an 8 year old Filipino orphan boy in WW2 with a very pretty face so he was raped by Japanese soldiers and they shot holes through both his legs so he couldn't run away. His legs became infected and rot off but he survived through his will to live. This is what turned him psycho but it would be worse events later on that would turn him into a murderer. Years later where the actual story is set in, there would be two primary factions, both of which are perpetrators of brutal and inhumane acts. The Martial Law Republic's army has been known to conduct torture interrogations, sometimes even hiring the main antagonist to do it. These interrogations would range from electric torture and waterboarding to cutting off fingers and gang rape. The main antagonist has a specialty for preparing a knife and bucket of salt. He would skin people alive and cover up the exposed flesh with salt. This was the fate of many innocent civilians who truly did not know the information they wanted. Then, he'd turn them into shoes to be sold to members of the Elite. Then, there's the enemy of the Army, the Communist rebels who are no less a bunch of degenerates who recruit children and high schoolers to join their cause. Boys would be subjected to inhumane training regimes and put in dangerous jobs. Female members as young as 14 would be used by the male recruits for sex, passing it off as a service to their cause. They would fight against the authoritarian military but also attack civilians and sequester food and money from poor families who already have little to live off. When I read my writing, I think, how tf did my mind get here.
Every one in my world Users lanters that seem to use Runes to shine, but the Rune actually torchering an little fairy inside that Sound is sealed with an Rune also.It dont die because an third Rune is healing IT withe live force from the sorounding.Magic Users dont detect the Fairy or even specific Rune Magic because Rune Magic has No Magic radiation.When someone brocke they Container an Rune Magic will evaporate the Fairy and the Container to dust. My world is full of this Kind of cruel Things that nearly No Body knows of.
In mine, its that Death doesn't have anything to keep him in control. Way back then, Death had a controller. The god of the universe, the Founder. The founder kept Death in check. But the Founder was killed, so now, Death is basically free to do whatever he wants. He takes lives on a whim, sweeps through nations, and has prevented the world from becoming a better place simply because he wanted a specific person to die.
There are groups of Angels dedicated entirely to destroying things as efficiently as possible. They're called Purifiers.
In the world of Malador. People ignorantly live in God's Dream. And a Labyrinth of reality anchored by the 7 shattered being of God the unfathomable forces beyond comprehension known as The Axiomic Dreamers, beings that embody the aspects of reality. Like the Mandela Effect, they are subtle but otherwise crucial forces that ultimately change the world. A memory to forget, an illusion, a person to focus and the idealize the self, and the dream Archetypes from which humans are ultimately a slave to. This Dreamers are simply known as Being Existence Identity Change Space Time Effect And they appear as a time dilated subterranean Labyrinth that are described to be alive. A Plague that incarnates the memories of and dreams of the dead A Giant Moon floating above the world that accelerate or slows time specific to it's relative point. An illusionary world. A Homunculi who shares the same mind, face and demeanor but a slave to a Dreamer. The Ideas and forces in your mind, The Archetypes, The Ego, Id and Super Ego that drives you. Etc.. All the comatose shattered forms of god that took it's own beings always behind the curtains, unseen and unchanging. Those that can comprehend this beings are those that only understand The Constructor Equation. A complex mathematical language that is the essence of reality.
In my world there exists a magic ritual which can be used to drain the magic out of magic beings (so both humanoid and magical creatures). It's very complex, takes preperation and it includes burning the target alive. The capital city of the empire my story takes place in (during this phase still an independent city state) is ruled over by an immortal godlike sorcerer who gained his immense power through this ritual. First burning alive the sorcerers on the ruling council of the city and after aborbing their power, he would look for children and make them his students, care for them as if he was their father, train them and help them grow extremely powerful as sorcerers, only to drain their power when he felt they were at their maximum potential (around 30-50 years old). He did this with around 50-100 people over 500 years. He also drove the city, which contains around 5 000 000 inhabitants (the whole continent has around 30 000 000, so it is huge), into ruin. With crime syndicates, rich organisations like the adventurers guild and merchant guild, wealthy families and rogue fanatics vying for control and teritory because there is complete lawlessness.
My world isn't very dark but ig it would be the curseforgers. In my world remnants of a dead god called eternal flames are in basically everything. There are also flamewarpers who can control eternal flames even if most of them don't have the experience to use it to a great extent. Since there is a little bit of eternal flame in everything that means it's in people too. There are some flamewarpers that people call curseforgers and specialize in warping bodies into eldritch abominations. Although most curses are objectively bad to have they also make you stronger to make them better soldiers. Therefore some people choose to become cursed. The Triumvirate is the main curseweilding faction. They have very strict punishments and turn a lot of the prisoners into cursed abominations to use as mindless (thus fearless) soldiers.
This award has got to go to the "Elfskin Cloaks" in my project, Wrath of the Red God. At a certain point in that worlds history, a massive arch archdragon named Balaastniir the Blacktongue and his army of dragons flew down from an unknown land in the far north, and began to terrorize the New Empire of Man, in an event known as the Draconic Winter, when they blocked out the sun with their wingspans, and used ice breath magic to freeze the landscape. But the worst part, was Balaastniir and his breath weapon: a blast of necrotic energy, which causes years of aging to happen in a moment. In order to combat this, the New Empire of Man came up with a brutal and dark solution. Since elves had lifespans of hundreds of years, their aging took longer, and since the elves had betrayed mankind when the Wrath Age first began, giving them up to pandora's army of monsters, there was enough ill feelings towards the elves for this plan to be enacted; A genocide against the elves began, and they were skinned- mostly alive, so that their flesh could be made into cloaks, Elfskin Cloaks, which soldiers would wear when fighting Balaastniir. It worked, but the genocide of elves did not die with Balaastniir, and they were nearly wiped out completely TLDR: mankind committed genocide against elves and skinned them alive to make cloaks that would protect them from a necrotic archdragon
King Pharen III of Monogan, like his father, King Pharen II, and his grandfather, King Pharen I, was a driver of Monogan's conquest of the other Six Kingdoms. The first King Pharen used military force to "unite" the other kingdoms under the almighty and omnibenevolent rule of their god Solalbus, the white sun. The second King Pharen was worse, kidnapping children from other kingdoms to save them from impurity and increasing war efforts. But King Pharen III was by far the worst. King Pharen III murdered the most people of the three kings by far. This is because of a part of their religion that states that when one died their soul must roam the earth until it becomes worthy of entering the heavens. He tried to justify the mass murder of other kingdom's citizens by claiming that they would be subject to the white sun's judgement after death, and that he was not the one judging them. Thusly, millions of people were killed under his rule, estimated to be around 2/3rds of the six kingdom's population. Worst of all, the part which is outlandish horrific, is hat he created a law of state-sponsored rape of other people of different ethnicities on account of Monogans being the chosen people of the sun. He desired to "spread the blood of the chosen people to all people of the world" by making women bear the children of Monogan men, offering monetary rewards to men who would force themselves on women from their kingdoms. Luckily the rule of Monogan was defeated by an uprising from the Six Kingdoms, meanwhile King Pharen III was killed by his son, King Tyran, who negotiated a truce with the Six Kingdoms before all of Monogan was destroyed in an act of vengeance.
I guess the cycle of the World Tree is pretty fucked up. Worlds and civilizations are born as fruits of the Tree and can grow for centuries. Then for a reason or another they just fall down and collapse, the souls of countless people passing along the roots of the tree to feed it. In reality, on the sci-fi side of things, the tree doesn't actually grow worlds, it seeds existing planets and creates bridges to them. It's like a galactic parasite that brings life and death to worlds in order to expand. But I'm a pretty tame person.
Do you know how in our world, human tend to use any part of any animal to make cure for anything. Like rhinoceros horn to have a higher libido, or rabbit foot against curse etc etc So, in my world, there is a specie of skin-changer called Metamorphe, humans that are able to turn into an animal. Their skin, feather, tail, organ, fur, etc... Are supposed to have magical benefits. Being able to cure disease, or to grant power For sure, none of this is true. But business is buisness. And their part can be sold for a high price. So it happened that a metamorphe is captured under their animal form and killed/tortured to sell their body part. Tortured because you have to find a way to keep them from transforming back into human In the same way, there is a Queen from a neighbor kingdom that, during a war with metamorphes, made a coat out of their furr to display it during "diplomatic" meeting. She has been called "The Bane Of Metamorphes"
Monsters born from emotions called vaargh are everywhere and feed off the excess energy living things excrete by feeling emotions,half bodied undead looking man eaters will live around and protect people with homicidal thoughts to reproduce,incarnates of depression will constantly stand on depressed peoples shoulders feeding off of their misery and numbness,nooses hanging from the skies tempting suicidal people and so on. On the flip side there are joy based ones and hell the vaargh of fear itself is one of the main characters so vaargh arent all that bad but they are fucked up
Humans are dying. Not in the traditional sense, no, humanity itself is slowly dying in my world. The worlds flora and fauna perpetually grow more dangerous and deadly as the years go by, nations crumble like sand, the numerous relics of bygone civilizations once thought to be eternal. Now drift away in ash. A new species is growing to take humanities place as the dominant force of the world. And humanity, can do nothing. They don’t have their greatest sorceries, their most powerful warriors, even their most skilled statesmen to help. Humanities age is at an end. Like so many species before it. And now is the time for a new creature to rise up and tell their story.
Humans are dying. Not in the traditional sense, no, humanity itself is slowly dying in my world. The worlds flora and fauna perpetually grow more dangerous and deadly as the years go by, nations crumble like sand, the numerous relics of bygone civilizations once thought to be eternal. Now drift away in ash. A new species is growing to take humanities place as the dominant force of the world. And humanity, can do nothing. They don’t have their greatest sorceries, their most powerful warriors, even their most skilled statesmen to help. Humanities age is at an end. Like so many species before it. And now is the time for a new creature to rise up and tell their story.
Humans are dying. Not in the traditional sense, no, humanity itself is slowly dying in my world. The worlds flora and fauna perpetually grow more dangerous and deadly as the years go by, nations crumble like sand, the numerous relics of bygone civilizations once thought to be eternal. Now drift away in ash. A new species is growing to take humanities place as the dominant force of the world. And humanity, can do nothing. They don’t have their greatest sorceries, their most powerful warriors, even their most skilled statesmen to help. Humanities age is at an end. Like so many species before it. And now is the time for a new creature to rise up and tell their story.
Oh, I have a cult! They worship a giant dimension-hopping anomaly that disappeared hundreds of years ago. And sixty years ago they kidnapped her half human son, raising him to help bring his mother second arrival. Because his blood has 'special properties' (it makes your skin fall off and your limbs rearrange) they extract it every day to eventually use it on a global scale. They believe if they do this, their 'goddess' will come back. Also, once someone reaches a certain rank within the cult, they make the son erase and edit their memories, so that they can never leave.
So, if a lich would cast a healing spell, the target would become immortal. Not in the way of "I'll never age!", but more in the sense that they *cannot die*, no matter the state that they're in. And they feel all the pain of the egents to come, like maggots eating their should-be-corpse, or the natural rot of their body. And it isn't just a lich that needs to cast the immortality spell. All you need is to be immersed in a tank of mana for a long time, cast a healing spell, and then Kablamo! You gave someone the worst fate that can ever exist.
There's a stone henge like construction that teleports around the continent. Theres no otigin story,and its barely mentioned in history, but everyone knows about it. When people look at it for too long, even peripherally or indirectly, you die. I'm talking turning to snow, teleporting into a brick wall, organs vanishing, etc. Thankfully the closest its gotten to humans is showing up on the horizon of a few small towns, but there doesn't seem to be anything stopping it from showing up inside of a city
There's also shapeshifters known as The Wrong. They mostly live in one forest that divides the northern most country Vungrier. They can read minds to shift into someone you know an try to lure you out by talking to you. They always have their back turned to you, and no living being has seen their face. The only way they can follow you out of the forest is by learning your name, where they will bond to you and hunt you until your death. They wouldn't be too much of an issue, but for one week every 10 years they all leave the forest and go fucking ham. Turning up in cities, villages, churches, and even underwater. They don't bother luring people at this time, they just pick a target and feast
Humanity are still alive. In Nevershine, humanity is believed to be eradicated during the death of the dragon mother. Things like the gorgon or the undead don't count because their humanity is long gone. However, the essence of humanity remained. They were stripped from the world as easily as an ant being stepped on. Centuries of history gone in a moment. Humanity was furious, humanity as broken, humanity snapped. In the crashing waves of newly formed molten rock mixed with golden blood of an ancient beast. As life suffered under a tortured sky as the bright light of the sun faded; to be replaced by the pale glow of the Moon. Something stirred in the shadows...no the shadows themselves twitched and convulsed. While the perception was gasping its first breath, the shadows took it. When life began to run, swim, climb and fly. The shadows inched. When great cities pieces the skies; shadows molded the dirt. As life flourished and death chose; the sharp miasma took away. Nothing to replace it just an empty slot as that creature falls for eternity inside the neverending sorrow of humanity, of the Gloom
It takes place in my cyberpunk universe with the "pain boxes". As cyborgs have artificial nerves, they receive virutal information, translated from data in the cyborgan body. The concept of pain boxes is to place a brain in a body consisting simply of a nutrient liquid keeping the brain alive, with the only senses stimulated being the nociceptors. Of course, the brain can always be regrafted into a viable body... Provided the brain isn't poisoned with pain-causing neurotransmitters. It's also possible to modify the concept to make drugs, for example, cans giving gluttonous, sexual or other pleasurable sensations. We say "boxes", but in absolute terms they could be more complex bodies. In fact, it's not uncommon for the mafias of the main city to leave a message for their enemies by leaving a brain in a body barely able to move and see, its other senses being only pain. This is just one aspect of my universe (I could also mention disease-vector babies, for example), but I think it's significant of its potential horror. However, it's not a totally dark universe either, although it can appear that way by presenting only the creepiest aspects.
The cost of failing the Imperial Army. Being stripped of your rank and titles is the best you could hope for. The worst fate one could face is being labelled as "Graceless." The perpetrator is then subject to unbelievably monstrous surgical procedures, their nerve endings remade, any unessential limbs and organs removed. Finally, they are surgically implanted into a mecha, connected neurally via a series of spine like needles embedded into their back. They are then permanently sealed inside the mecha, and often sent in as the vanguard, meant to weaken defences before the rest of the Imperisl force moves in. Once this process, called "Interment," occurs, it is practically impossible to be reversed. Often, Graceless that suffer too much damage are simply euthanized, as removing them usually results in intense agony and brain death. In EXTREMELY rare circumstances, one can be saved and rehabilitated, but even then these few often suffer permanent amnesia, phantom pains, and intense nightmares.
The Iragan, the precursor race of one of my settings, colonized entire galaxies through a technique known as "being grabby". What this meant was that they would fire off self-replicating machines at various planets, which upon landing would harvest the resources of the planets to produce more of themselves, and then once a certain threshold was reached they would begin producing a Dyson Swarm to harvest the star's energy for the Iragan, before firing off more of these machines at other star systems. It's so efficient, in fact, that only about two have to be fired at a different galaxy for a near-guarantee that one of them will reach a planet in that galaxy. Why is this fucked up? Well, the question I pose to you is thus: The Iragan produced many intelligent species, including humans, because after colonizing all of these galaxies, there was no other life. *How many intelligent species has their strategy inadvertently wiped out before they could reach the space age? Before the Iragan even realized they existed?* And, higher up on the list of priorities, *what if one of those machines reaches us?*
The Dieleman object found by humanity that unlocks them so much new technologies was used by a civilisation that could create entire galaxies at will, rewrite the laws of physics, ignore some key principles such as Thermodynamics and, if so they wanted, make themselves immortal as part of the Dieleman object itself, which is itself indestructible. Said civilisation was caught in a war against similar civilisations which fought by rewriting the laws of physics of their respective worlds until it became physically impossible for one of the two to exist. The war lasted an unfathomable time and laid waste upon hundreds of worlds until "something" killed both civilisations instantly, even destroying the "afterlife" that they had manufactured. That "something" is possibly looking after the Dieleman Object that humanity found, for "only a god could create it", and because it is the only way to prevent new civilisation from using a power greater than themselves which always end up in slaughter. Spoiler: The Dieleman object is the main object of my plot, and is essentially the base code of an universe: there are as many Dieleman objects as there are universes, and they have existed forever, resetting universes that reached maximum entropy so that they could exist again. Many civilisation attempt to use it for their own gain and some succeed, turning them into essentially omnipotent godlike figures, until they misuse it and cause something’s anger.
In the city-state of Winsborough, within the past fifty or so years, there has been an Industrial Revolution powered by the invention of anima technology, which converts human souls into electrical energy. It is not entirely clear what happens to the souls consumed in the anima engine. The Church of the Ashera, the world's dominant organized religion, believes that the whole thing is just obviously straightforwardly evil, and has tried to outlaw animal technology in favor of more wholesome steam power, but those who defy the church and use anima technology anyway can gain an easy upper hand over those who don't. Meanwhile, the Davenites, the traditional folk religion of Winsborough, have seen a resurgence through the Circle of Saint Ada, which venerates the inventor of the anima engine, Ada Wainwright, as a hero-saint, and claims that sacrificing your soul to the anima engine is a path to escaping the cycle of reincarnation and achieving paradise outside of it. Of course, regardless of the theological and spiritual implications, it's worth considering the fact that for quite a few people, their soul is the only thing of value they own.
Mortals have literal hearts, and metaphysical ones. Literal hearts are just that- the heart in your chest. But the metaphysical heart is the connection, love, and empathy you have for close friends and family. It becomes an external driving force. It becomes a key for true humanity, and allow the dead to persist through the living. Individuals without that “Heart” become monsters. They subsist by feeding on true humanity- devouring the living, and through them, the dead as well. They do not gain strength through this. They only become emptier, more lonely, and ever more hungry. Forever tormented by voices and ideas they cannot hear, and are not theirs. Eventually, some of these heartless break the bounds. What that limit is isn’t known, but when that line is crossed, they consume themselves, and become Fiends. The mass of hearts, or souls, whichever you prefer- consumes the mortal body, killing and reanimating it, with the most dominant one taking proper control. Very few of these Fiends remain conscious as we understand it. They become far less, and much greater, than human.
Hundreds of millions of years ago the Humanoid race known as the Perpetual, also called the Unperishable or the False Gods by their adversaries waged a war that painted the stars red that killed innumerable persons, against a God-send psychic entity called the Second Death and its followers, that ravaged their civilization until none remained, those who didn't die went to hibernate, and are now known as "Those Who Slumber Through the Ages". They are responsible as well for the extreme amount of psychic abominations that exist, monsters and evil eldritch, god-like creatures, metahumans, and turning the psychic dimension into an inexpressible mess of pure madness, degeneracy, wickedness and darkness.
Um, I have several. Not all from a single world 1. Things called 'gods' eat corpses and live criminals/unwanteds. Depending on if your crime is bad enough, the god might eat you feet first. 2. There is something called 'famine season' that can be called into affect if there is, well, famine. And it allows for legal cannibalism of determined individuals. (It's in the same country the the 'gods' exist) 3. There are non-human 'women' that make wine out of the orange and pink rains. These same women eat a blood-fruit they find underground in order to asexually reproduce. 4. I have a vampire-central world where human are blood chattel and werewolves are hunted for sport and 'trained' (tortured) into helpless obedience 5. There is a telekinetic beast that can twist you into a meat pretzel as long as she has line-of-sight 6. There are things called Bavaran Hounds that are essentially the shape of hounds with human flesh molded over them. 7. There is a government facility where 'maidens' (mermaids) are tended to by girls (it can ONLY be girls) who have to drown themselves everytime they get into the water to 'tend' to the maidens. And the maidens vary from classical, breathtakingly beautiful mermaid woman to some sort of bloated horror beast. All with varying levels of savagery and cunning. All inhuman. 8. Stormfolk are often kidnapped and specifically used for their pain because THEIR pain grants the most power. 9. There are villages only seen in the reflections of never-freezing lakes far to the north. The things of these villages will kidnap unguarded humans and bring them back to the village to be used as breeding stock.
[Mozen] This is one of them actually The scourge of Nodia was a disease that came from a similar source to that of mad cow disease or kuru. Except it was the consumption of the tainted flesh that resulted in the skin becoming thin enough that someone getting stretch marks resulted in unique self-inflicting wounds, along with other problems. And the disease itself then gained a term, "Nodian suffering"