Lamia, The Barren Mother, The Dark Sun, Sorcerer Of Predation

"The strong prey upon the weak.
This much is just.
This is right.
The Tyrant God preaches that the meek shall inherit the earth, but look upon creation & everywhere the meek's necks are to the block.
This is only natural.
So is it too much to ask that I too prey upon my fill?"
- Lamia

A precocious child prodigy of evil found their calling in goetic knowledge, & warped it to their tastes. Now an age has passed & their once frail body has warped too, & not to their disappointment. 

Their favourite morsels are those that themselves prey upon the weak & naive, & to them it projects such an image. Drawn in they cannot see the monstrous form behind the pretty face, cannot perceive the never ending cycle of doomed birth & dissolution into caustic biological waste that trails behind them, & will not know of the red hot pincers & tongs that will rip their flesh from their bones to better fuel it's goetic magics until they are within its powerful grasp. 

& for those that do not meet its tastes it lazily erases from existence with those same goetic magics born of temptation & predation. 

With the dark sun ever-consuming the worlds it once nurtured between their horns, & excreting them once more as relativistic jets, it slinks forth from the hellmouth with a purr to anounce its arrival; even as the lambs & lions it births desperately seek a mother's milk that will never come. 

Let all of creation feed its lusts! 

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I was inspired by that old woodcut of a lamia for this one, & threw in plenty of other ideas as well. The lambs & lions were an interesting challenge, & the breasts came out particularly fine. It's perhaps hard to tell, but there is also gravitational lensing on the horns near the black hole for an extra bit of flair. 

I'm quite pleased with how evil this turned out, & hope it's enough to earn a place in your warband! Let me know what you think, I love feedback :)