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The next page is here: faile35.deviantart.com/art/Boo… . For more information on the entire series, read the "'Demon's Due' Defined" journal entry here faile35.deviantart.com/journal… or the "'Demon's Due' Plus" journal entry here faile35.deviantart.com/journal… .

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In the locked storage chamber, the whirling dust cloud at last settles into a room now empty of dispossessed psychic energy. A single, massive form occupies the chamber's center, its lone, glowing eye piercing the darkness of the room and falling detritus. But the figure's mind focuses its vision inwardly, where a host of fragments jostles for position in a new world of coordinated hunger and the concentrated power to fulfill it. One fragment succeeds in taking a position conceptually central to the legion of voices demanding to urge their new vessel into motion. With some mental effort, the central fragment feels a last longing for an alternative to the storm of pillage and plunder that is about to break on this world, a futile calling out to the piece that is lost.

Then the moment passes, and the longing with it.

The figure's massive hands flex and clutch at the air with undeniable might. Visible beneath its thin, pale skin, the musculature ripples in the initial, uncertain throes of birth, while the rope-like extensions of that tensile strength shift and roll, coiling about and mostly concealing the powerful feet like the root structure of a great, nightmarish tree. At its back, wings of tightly interwoven hair shimmer and then drink in the small amount of light present in the chamber, stretching wide on visible structures of bone re-knitted into a form appropriate to their function.

Slowly, one great, rope-trailing foot rises from the stone floor, moves forward and returns to the flagstones, the coiling lengths about it whispering and creaking like a sapling in the wind. Another step follows, and then another, until the figure pauses at the barrier presented by a locked door. The magical block on it is immediately apparent to the figure's inner eye, and a growing set of fragments regards it eagerly as a footprint of something to be hungered after, to be pursued. To be claimed. A great taloned hand rises to the portal and presses its palm against the surface. Slowly, words of sorcerous command leave a conceptual center to rebound through the small host, finding at last the point of vocal egress.

"Dal Hascia Dess," the figure speaks through glowing maw, and the door responds.

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Enter the Hellbinder.

A second version of this image will appear soon, the reasons for it self-evident. Until then, I want to thank the stock model for the awesome reference I had to work with...

Enjoy!

Note: Bookbinding and Demon's Due are a work of fantasy and fiction. The artist/creator in no way condones real mistreatment of this kind toward any woman or man, by living person, gremlin, plant, assassin, ratman, viscous fluid, programmed device, animated home furnishings, or otherworldly spiritual beings. Furthermore, the artist opposes the marginalizing and restriction of women in general by any institution, political and/or religious, including those which have individual women amongst their membership touting/promoting their own happiness within that institution as evidence that ALL women should feel the same way. This includes the religion I was raised in and which I have utterly discarded from my life over this and other issues.

Description
The next page is here: faile35.deviantart.com/art/Boo… . For more information on the entire series, read the "'Demon's Due' Defined" journal entry here faile35.deviantart.com/journal… or the "'Demon's Due' Plus" journal entry here faile35.deviantart.com/journal… .

***********************************************

In the locked storage chamber, the whirling dust cloud at last settles into a room now empty of dispossessed psychic energy. A single, massive form occupies the chamber's center, its lone, glowing eye piercing the darkness of the room and falling detritus. But the figure's mind focuses its vision inwardly, where a host of fragments jostles for position in a new world of coordinated hunger and the concentrated power to fulfill it. One fragment succeeds in taking a position conceptually central to the legion of voices demanding to urge their new vessel into motion. With some mental effort, the central fragment feels a last longing for an alternative to the storm of pillage and plunder that is about to break on this world, a futile calling out to the piece that is lost.

Then the moment passes, and the longing with it.

The figure's massive hands flex and clutch at the air with undeniable might. Visible beneath its thin, pale skin, the musculature ripples in the initial, uncertain throes of birth, while the rope-like extensions of that tensile strength shift and roll, coiling about and mostly concealing the powerful feet like the root structure of a great, nightmarish tree. At its back, wings of tightly interwoven hair shimmer and then drink in the small amount of light present in the chamber, stretching wide on visible structures of bone re-knitted into a form appropriate to their function.

Slowly, one great, rope-trailing foot rises from the stone floor, moves forward and returns to the flagstones, the coiling lengths about it whispering and creaking like a sapling in the wind. Another step follows, and then another, until the figure pauses at the barrier presented by a locked door. The magical block on it is immediately apparent to the figure's inner eye, and a growing set of fragments regards it eagerly as a footprint of something to be hungered after, to be pursued. To be claimed. A great taloned hand rises to the portal and presses its palm against the surface. Slowly, words of sorcerous command leave a conceptual center to rebound through the small host, finding at last the point of vocal egress.

"Dal Hascia Dess," the figure speaks through glowing maw, and the door responds.

***********************************************

Enter the Hellbinder.

A second version of this image will appear soon, the reasons for it self-evident. Until then, I want to thank the stock model for the awesome reference I had to work with...

Enjoy!

Note: Bookbinding and Demon's Due are a work of fantasy and fiction. The artist/creator in no way condones real mistreatment of this kind toward any woman or man, by living person, gremlin, plant, assassin, ratman, viscous fluid, programmed device, animated home furnishings, or otherworldly spiritual beings. Furthermore, the artist opposes the marginalizing and restriction of women in general by any institution, political and/or religious, including those which have individual women amongst their membership touting/promoting their own happiness within that institution as evidence that ALL women should feel the same way. This includes the religion I was raised in and which I have utterly discarded from my life over this and other issues.