“To satisfy the god, the cult
abducts villagers and sacrifices them. Then the god appears in all his
terrible glory. He is nearly as tall as the mountain itself. He has no
face; only a blood-red tongue hangs down from where the top of his head
would be. The mere sight of this hideous god can drive men mad.”
– Larry DiTillio & Lynn Willis, Masks Of Nyarlathotep
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook from my Great Old Ones & Their Kin series for an upcoming Elder Gods Tarot project
Step by step,
Angels wept,
Closer to the top,
With each clop,
My sword’s heavier
Heartbeat stronger
Must keep going,
Must keep fighting.
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook