Lota, the demon of stagnant lakes and stagnant hearts. Draped with a heaving web of algae and dead fish, she is the cold hand on your shoulder, siphoning day by day your vigour and vivacity. As if pulled deep underwater by her touch, no one, and nothing, seems to reach you once she has her grasp on you. The surface of the water becomes the alienating barrier between you and the world you once knew. Nothing that your loved ones do for you seems to reach you down there, where you sit curled up, wondering why you can’t summon gratitude for everything they do for you. Why nothing births excitement in you, why you stare in the eyes of tragedy and loss without a flinch, and why you harbour such distrust for every single nice word that slips from a stranger’s mouth. You’ve already forgotten the feeling of laughter, of a heart racing for the silliest of matters, of compliments that leave you flustered. Deep down at the bottom, you breathe and exhale thick and cold water, tight in the embrace of the one that has robbed you of your desire to live and your ability to feel. Above, the ones you care about grow and evolve, whilst you remain unchanged and frozen, gradually fading. You hope for a trigger; for flames to choke the lake and breathe back wonder into your eyes and life back into your lungs. You yearn for a vigorous shake, for a slap that will jolt you awake. Yet, it never comes. You tilt your head upwards. Moving against the surface, you see multiple dancing lights. They eventually dissipate and her cheek presses against the top of your head, her long arms encircling you, and her lips whispering how much she loves you. You shrug.
For Ava’s Demon contest. I don’t usually do contests but doing this one mattered to me, in a way. I was interested in giving my issues a form, now that I’ve decided to mend myself together, replace my broken heart and try to move on. Maybe I can finally let go.
Trunesci Duopellex, a demon of uncertainty. He has the strangely specific ability to determine the two most likely immediate outcomes of certain events or choices- the most probable best and worst-case scenarios. Unfortunately he is almost never able to make proper decisions despite his gift, as he lacks the confidence to properly weigh the choices he has to make, has the tendency to mix scenarios up when he gets disoriented from more daunting visions, and worries constantly about which scene they might end up experiencing and what waits for them beyond that. His two independently functioning voices do not help improve the situation.
He is caring by nature, and he usually means well, but he ends up confusing or sometimes outright endangering his host with the conflicting suggestions he gives. His host is not given much time to doubt, and is pushed into setting him straight and making decisions for both of them.
His minor abilities include the ability to glow and float, which manifest in the host whenever the host is in a state of great confusion, anxiety or fear.
In life, I guess he represents the crippling self-doubt I used to have as a kid ^u^;;
Diacae: from latin “Acedia” meaning listlessness or apathy; “the noonday demon” – a super lazy demon who isn’t really about doing much of anything unless it has something in it for her. Her powers are themed around ice and premonition, she uses a mirror of ice to scry and see what she can see. She’s got a third eye which, when she uses it, greatly amplifies the accuracy and scope of the things she sees in the mirror, but it kind of takes a lot out of her and wow doing actual work sucks!! She’s mostly made up of ice, and her appendages get more transparent closer to her extremities, to the point where her fingers and toes are almost totally clear. Maybe she’s so lazy and reluctant do to work because she’s spending so much energy on not melting? Who even knows?
acedia is sometimes related to depression, and while they have similar traits, they’re not exactly the same. i guess i can really relate to that sort of listless, apathetic feeling considering the stuff that’s happened in the past few years. and i made her ice to kind of emphasize her being closed off, removed and cold (totally intended) i suppose, because its hard to maintain relationships when nothing in the world seems to matter.
my personal demon, tentatively named Piera Nazareno. She’s never outright mean, but I wish she would go away. Naming her was interesting, Nazareno means “he/she who has separated him/herself from the rest” and Piera means both “stony” and is one letter away from “Pieta” (y'know, that other sad statue.)
Eeeeey, here’s my entry for Ava’s Demon Design Your Demon contest!
This demoness, while not malicious, has a tendency to see her past and future in rose-colored lens without being aware that neither times are ever perfect (thus the cracks in her otherwise fluffy, elegant form). She always laments that there were/will be better times and is never satisfied with the present enough to be truly happy. She is rather charming and courteous, but that unfortunately only makes it easier to sway her pactmaker into doubting all her choices with insidious criticisms and passive-aggression.
Her name is Melin Mirala, the name adapted from Melinoë (nymph who was known for bringing nightmares) and mirage in Mirala for her delusions. Her element would be wind/air, I suppose.
So yeah, she’s cheerful, ain’t she?
(Also, check out the other entries in #ddcontest2k14 Everyone’s stuff is so rad!)
Her name is Ryo Hiraeth, demon of nostalgia, the ghost of the past. Ryo (霊) - Ghost (Japanese) ; Hiraeth - a feeling of nostalgia, longing, yearning, and desire (Welsh)
Memories can be toxic, eating at you from the inside if you let it. A taste or sniff at Ryo’s spider lilies can feed you thoughts you’d rather not remember - or, a warm, sentimental feeling that brings you back home - it all depends on your mental stability and recollection.
I’ve had her for a while now but i decided to clean her designs up and give her characteristics for this contest!! ((big thanks to odinarrow for listening to my rambles and giving me a buncha lovely ideas))
Aquarius! She’s pretty artsy, likes floating water-bubbles around, she’s got a quick temper and she pushes it off on me a lot of the time. Sovereign of an ocean covered planet, she really just kept to herself toward the end of her rein. Then time passed and her world changed and now has islands where Tuesdae is from. And now they’re stuck together.
So I was REALLY excited Ava’s Demon was having a contest… I’d wondered what mine would look like when I first started reading and now I had an excuse to design her! Yesss!! “ヽ(´▽｀)ノ”
I really really really love themes and hidden meanings and the way the canon characters both match yet also foil an aspect of their demons. I really wanted my demon to represent both good, bad, and neutral things. So ok lets see how well I can summarize this oh gosh.
I’m short hair woman, derpy face, dressing lolita and holding tablet (my only weapon). The giant dude is something from my childhood. I used to spend a lot of time in library to read organs books so I think it’s a good idea to made my demon is clear body with nerve. Better then gore body =▽=;
Well, my power would be an operation or something about nervous system lol
Alright, I’m back to do my comic, I feel so guilty right now Orz.
Gosh i am so excited about this contest! ( Art inspired by Mucha and Indian Flavor) I was so ecstatic when my friend told me of the contest i couldnt stop thinking about it until i put my tablet and hand together-
Here is a little entry about the demons above:
Hallin and Lucina
Both are conjoined, their powers are some what like a state of hallucinations they emit. This causes the typical deranged symptoms you can receive if you were under the influence of drugs.
Lucina: She has a taste of mischievousness, in which often her boredom leads to cruel jokes and heavy out comes. Loud and obnoxious is only a few words you could describe her personality, Reckless is her middle name, she just loves to have play than work for things she wants. This leads to bad fortune.
Hallin: He is often depressed, more so than most. Staying and doing nothing is his past time. This is like the effect after the “drug” wears off. Silence is his best friend, though he cant get much of it being attached to Lucie.
How they pass on their “aura” is through any open part of the body. I choose the eyes in this picture because often they can lead you astray blinding under their influence. Their many arms assist in a easy capture of their host of course. A pact would be…a trip.
(sorry if i didnt add enough info)
I REALLLY enjoyed doing this art piece. Of course i did cry and die in the middle of it but it was worth the hard effort! I hope everyone can enjoy it! The henna is by far one of my favorite parts to draw and my genius friend actually suggested i should add it in and it fit perfectly!
I wanna thank the people who supported me in this venture!
EDIT: SPENT DAYS trying to fix my extra gif showing the key and box *cries* Finally last day before the contest ends and it didnt work so i have to have still photos.
full size: http://s017.radikal.ru/i408/1408/bb/395e9f8f5b63.jpg
It was quite easy to realize there’s a demoness inside of me. But she has no name. All she has is her very nature. Vanity. Envy.
She has a strong sense of self-worth but realizing herself as a nameless one tortures her. The name would have compensated an abyss inside, she desperately seeks it, yet has no power to find it. And a laughter, horrifying laughter, the laughter of thousands of named creatures haunts her everywhere and poisons her soul. All the anger, jealousy and bitterness as a green poison course through her veins and envenom her mind.
Eyes are reflections of a soul. And she is scared, so very scared that some day someone will glance at her void soul. Thus, she wears a mask - her shield from the world around her.
The only eye on a white mask is covetous, looking for only the best there is. She covets more and more, her hunger is inexhaustible.
Her hands are plenty dirty and she is not afraid to get them dirtier. Your methods are excused when you have the goal.
Her hair is green, same as the poison in her veins. Her appearance is envenomed as much as her soul.
+++++++ Green tears on the cheeks - my last cry for help. I am wishing to free myself from the thrall of my desires, I am begging for one more chance.
Ava’s demon Contest entry! My demon, Gala, is based off a snowdrop because they’re my favourite flowers and she is the perfect size to whisper puns to me, ruining my conversations with people. She enjoys making potions from natural sources and loves bonsai trees.
Snowdrops are supposed to be bad luck when brought into the house and a single snowdrop spells impending disaster. When I was little I had the worst luck making friends (I had about 5-6 friends who left the country one after the other) so I imagine Gala would have been a much bigger and imposing demon then but right now I have some of the best friends in the world so she’s very small.