#Azathoth sings

[stable-confusion]

Azathoth Sings!

And now introducing Azathoth the Nuclear Chaos from Beyond Space and Time, here to sing his new hit single: "My Boyfriend is a Pilot"!

[j00d]

Octavia, Azathoth's Tears, and What It May Mean for Sinsmas

So... I'll admit, I might've been left in the oven for too long, but I have to ask:

This still of Octavia:

Doesn't this remind anyone else of Azathoth's Tears?

And how the colours in both previous pictures are similar to the colour of Octavia's power?

Granted the colors aren't all 1:1 and could be coincidental, but I can't help but think that if this is, in fact, supposed to be one of Azathoth's Tears, it means that she's holding a symbolic manifestation of, as Stolas said, "tears made of the hopes and dreams of every living thing that never came to be." Specifically... her own.

(But let me cook just a little bit more. I promise I turned the oven on broil and I'm just trying to get some nice kwispy browning on top.)

Based on the (admittedly limited) animation this clip of Octavia provides, I also believe she's singing. Here's the list of why I think that:

The framing of the animation

Octavia's mouth animations are slower than normal talking speed (speculative)

The second half of season 2 focuses on parallels and theme callbacks to the first half

Octavia's mental state last we saw her in Mastermind

The show's emphasis on incorporating musical theater language into the narrative (when emotions run too high to talk, you sing, and when emotions are too high to sing, you dance)

Viv's confirmation there's at least one song (diegetic or nondiegetic) included in every Helluva episode

I'm not 100% saying this is true, just that I think it's a decent argument to make, given what context we have.

Okay, let's assume there is an Octavia song in Sinsmas. What does singing have to do with the connection I made between the clip and Azathoth's Tears and the color of Octavia's powers?

If Octavia does get a song, it'll be about how her hopes and dreams concerning her own family are never going to exist and how she needs to let that go.

"You never loved Mother, and you don't love me. You love him."

If this quote is real and not a fabrication, then it also supports this idea due to how definitive it is. Compare it to her previous speculative tone in S2E2 when asking Loona, "Why does [Stolas] hate her more than he loves me?" The definitive nature makes me believe that she doesn't need to speculate anymore.

Regardless of whether she's actually correct or not, whether Stolas hates Stella, loves Octavia, and/or loves Blitz, she's already made up her mind about what's going on. Her letting go of this familial hope manifests as this definitive statement.

It's up in the air about how sympathetic or unsympathetic she'll be towards her father by the end of season 2, but if my theory crafting is true, we gonna get a pretty fucking huge character moment for Octavia one way or the other.

Or I need to get tf out of the oven.

Idk.

Maybe Stolas' brain is being a bitch and hurting our already hurting birdie babe.

Now, if you'll excuse me, it's past 4AM, and if I don't get to bed in the next 10 seconds my fiancee will absolutely slaughter me worse than a goddamn D.H.O.R.K.S. agent.

[malevolentconfessions]

Will this, Wood that-NAH!

I think most Kayne fans/people who make Malevolent playlists are sleeping out on the gold mine that is "The Court Jester" by Thquib and Fukase.

Like...that's HIS song!

THAT'S HIM SINGING TO AZATHOTH!!!

(For all intents and purposes, this is a joke! Not really a confession or a complaint.)

OOOH INTERESTING

[uselesstransbianwriter]

L'orateur Aux Morts

I - L'invocation

I spake an offering of perfumed oil to Ramah and Dagon,

I write for them the hymn of the dead

The long awaited breaking of the waters

And the washing of their feet

And the trials and trumpets of a long procession

Stamping their feet to wake Azathoth

Skeleton drums and a great flood

Now the court allows them in:

Two by two they come, with painted faces and raucous laughter

High pitched hop-frogs and frivolous dress and frock

And children in chains behind them, naked and red and covered in

black mucus, with little dolls in hand,

Whose hair is stained by oil, and drawn and quartered men follow

Who are whipped by long legged women, with scorpion hair

and hairy legs like a matted dog,

Who yelps and bays, and follows the Prince

Who bears little gifts for the children, little crowns with hyacinth

And drags behind him a broken hay-cart, with a three man band,

and a woman walking barefoot behind,

Who sings and cries

II - Les Voix de la Seine

Now they came to me,

Whooping and hollering, with a grave matter

Of Lady Manon's row with the Monsieur's of the wine shoppe

And of her infidelity

Though she was not married, and had not drank wine since her youth

when she studied at the Sorbonne,

And spoke to her fellows of all manner of theological matters,

And prayed to Mère Marie, and to Saint Joan of Arc, and to

Her Grandmother, who passed on asleep on the shores of the Seine

and who painted Florence, and Paris, and drowned in her words,

and had three sisters, Lady Manon's grandaunts:

Sophie, who was crucified for heresy

Anais, who hung herself upon her lover's death by poison

Charlotte, who married a police constable in London and

Was raped and beaten to death on Christmas Day

Lady Manon, who had no other living relatives,

Slept on the shores of the Seine and did not wake for sixty years

III - La mort par la Peste

I saw them on the streets,

Faces green and sanguine toenails, that scrapped the impatient

Streets, and came off

I saw a man leading a procession of living incense, who trod along

Like cloud-men, and who were chained to a flayed infant,

Who wore rings on each finger, and a tassel on their stomach,

Which bulged and stank from rotten entrails, wrapped around their

Neck like a donkey's collar

IV - Ceux qui m'ont précédé

Now i wait for the long coming closing of my throat,

Where I will no longer need to speak, or breath

And those who I followed into the murk

Will spark their lanterns and bring me home.

[leelreallylikespersona]

Oh wait this is a good one

Excluding EMMA because she can cheat maybe???? Right???

Also please tell me why I like hearing it (✿◕‿◕✿)

[emmajh97]

Oh boy I'm gonna have to go through all my old bookmarks to find more of my favourites but the ones I can think of off the top of my head are Wilted Sage by InkpenA113 which is an au where Maruki doesn't awaken to Azathoth and stays with Rumi but Rumi ends up extremely clingy and possessive thanks to her trauma so Maruki joins the thieves to change her heart. The author even drew a design for this thief version of Maruki and it looks so so cool I love it.

I also really enjoy stuff written by Wildcard_Rumi. Most of their Maruki related stuff is for an au of theirs where they make Maruki the protagonist's dad and that leads to some pretty interesting scenarios. My personal favourites are Mind Made Up and I'll Take Care Of You. Although if you want a fic that doesn't revolve around that au, I really like I Just Want To Talk.

I'll definitely dig through my bookmarks to find more of my favourites but thanks for your recommendation! It sounds really interesting!

Oh man, Wilted Sage sounds right up my alley (heck, it sounds like an idea I've been meaning to write/make art of myself, actually)!! ...unfortunately, I'd have to Register an account on AO3 to read it 😅 Don't have one... yet. So I'll have to keep it in mind for later, I suppose.

As for the Wildcard_Rumi stuff...

Mind Made Up: The premise of Maruki being Ren's dad is a surprise to be sure, but not an unwelcome one. How their relationship is written is so cute. Also I like how this makes Maruki's obsession with the Phantom Thieves have more intrapersonal weight behind it.

I'll Take Care Of You: Takuto singing Throw Away Your Mask as a lullaby to soothe Ren AAAGH 🥺🥺🥺 ... Pfft-- Ren being like "You and your apples, dad... 🙄" XD ... Honestly all of the character interactions are great in this. Love how they bounce off each other.

I Just Want To Talk: Oooh... deliciously fucked up. >:3 Always love it when people write villain Maruki just right.

Thanks for the recommendations! 😁

[ask-idv-the-fool]

do you ever wonder about your life? Hm… What’s a moment you cherish?

— 🦋

A finger pushes Azathoth's head to the side, limply cocking it to the side. A laugh echoes within the area, it seems the question seems to amuse the eldritch god immensely. Two fingers lift up the wrists of the vessel and clumsily claps the hand of it.

"How humourous! What a silly question! Why should one wonder about life especially since I suspect you are a child of man, no? Or maybe you are a child of hexapod? If you worry your head about such things, you'll attract my grandchildren. They're fond of knowledge seekers, those who think too much."

The hands shift once more, the vessel's head being propped back up as a finger lifts a hand up to the chin. The tip of the finger splits into small tendrils as it wraps itself around the vessel's fingers, making it look as if it were pondering the question. The head tilts again, this time by gravity.

"Moments I cherish? I have plenty. Though, I have faint memories of a court playing instruments and singing me a lullaby, it's a sweet one. Ah! Though... maybe giving uppies to Hastie is a moment to cherish too. What do you think is a moment to cherish, child of man or hexapod?"

[heria-bl-angel]

Hellaverse OC: Alina

Full Name: Alina Damon

Nickname: Sister, Sis, Star Sister (By Terrence), Spoiled Brat, Little sh*t, Little piece of sh*t, Girl, Daughter, Weak Princess (By Abaddon), Princess (By Damien, Isaac, Seviathan, Arackniss, Alastor, and others), Sweet Doll (By Alastor, Damien, Blitzo and Cain), Doll (By Vox, Alastor, Valentino, Cain, Damien, Seviathan, and others), Dear Girl (By Vox and Valentino), Bestie (By Charlie and Angel Dust), Sweet Daughter (By Diana), Loser (By Helsa), Kid, Child (By Abaddon, Belial, Blitzo, Satan, Lucifer and Azazel)

Likes: her family (Expect for Eisheth and Abaddon), Emo Fashion, Goth Fashion, Grunge Fashion, Watching Anime, Reading Mangas, Drinking Mountain Dew, Coca Cola, Sprite and 7Up, Cleaning mess, Cooking, Playing video games, Writing Poems and stories, Drawing, Painting, Singing, Swimming, Dressing up, Playing her cyan electric guitar, Her biological mother's kindness and love, listening to Meg and Dia, P!nk, Evanescence, Three Days Grace, The Used, Breaking Benjamin, Panic! At the Disco, My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, Linkin Park, The Pretty Reckless, Playing with her pet Spiky, Comforting Angel Dust, Protecting her twin-brother

Dislikes: Her father's abuse, Her step-mother's temper and cruelty, Being talked down to, Being ignored, Being disrespected, Being underestimated, Being mistreated, Being yelled at, Being denied love, Being denied comfort, Being denied her, Valentino's abuse on Angel Dust, Anyone hurts her twin-brother, Being called a Loser, Being called a Doll, Being called a weakling, Being called a brat, Being called a piece of sh*t, Helsa Von Eldritch, Her twin-brother being in danger, Killing her pet, Ginger Cat

Species: Demon/ArchDemon

Gender: Female

Age: 23 (Biological) (Same as Terrence)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Status: Alive

Abilities: Hydrokinesis, Water Manipulation, Pyrokenesis, Demonic Wings, Demonic transformation, Flight, Shapeshifting, Demon Magic, Portal creation, Teleportation, Telekinesis, Enhanced strength, speed and agility, Guitar-playing, Songwriting, Drawing, Musical Talent, Mind Reading, Earthly fire resistance, Weapon creation and mastery, Elemental Shields, Cooking, Shapeshifting horns, Shapeshifting horns and tail, Shapeshifting tail, Resurrection, Regeneration, Reanimation, Necromancy, Hellish Resistance, Healing, Time Manipulation

Occupation: Mere Receptionist of Hazbin Hotel, Guitarist, Student (Formerly), Artist, Writer

Family: Abaddon Damon (Disowned Father), Diana (Biological Mother), Eisheth (Step-Mother; Deceased), Terrence Damon (Twin-brother)

Friends: Charlie (Her boss and Bestie), Angel Dust (Her Bestie), Vaggie (Her bestie), Sir Pentious, Husk, Niffty, Damien (Childhood Friend), Lucius, Clive, Kassandra, Arackniss, Crymini, Baxter, Cherri Bomb, Finley (Close Friend), Paulina (Childhood Friend), Roxie (Childhood Friend), Amie (Childhood Friend), Mora (Childhood Friend), Seviathan (Childhood Friend), Millie, Moxxie, Blitzo, Loona, Fizzarolli (Her idol), Royce Costello (Boyfriend), Fierna (Childhood Friend; Formerly Schoolmate)

Enemies: Abaddon (Arch-Nemesis), Eisheth, Elena (sometimes), Mammon, Leviathan, Baal/Bael, Vox, Valentino, Velvette (Sworn Enemy), Lute, Adam, Striker, Crimson, Crimson's Mafia, Employees of D.H.O.R.K.S, Exorcists, Christopher, Employees of C.H.E.R.U.B.S, Lucifer (Sometimes), Cain, Ryan, Azazel (Arch-Nemesis), Azathoth, Satan (Sometimes), Helsa Von Eldritch (Worst Enemy), Chelsea (Sworn Enemy)

Romantic Interest: Royce Costello (Boyfriend), Chelsea (Ex-Girlfriend; Ex-Fiancée)

Others: The von Eldritch family (acquaintance), Razzle and Dazzle (acquainted), Hellhound (acquainted), Deadly Sins (Mammon, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Leviathan, Satan and Belphegor), Overlords (acquainted), Belial (acquainted), Molly (acquainted), Baelzra (acquainted), Astaroth (acquainted), Sallie May (acquainted), the Ars Goetia (acquaintance), Morningstar Family (acquaintance), Hell's Royalty (acquaintance), Vortex (Good Friend), Layla (acquainted), Anya (acquainted), Emily (acquainted), Sera (acquainted), Archangels (acquainted), Glasya (acquainted), Spiky (Pet), unnamed Ginger Cat (Pet; Deceased), Celine (acquainted)

Weapons: AK-47, AK-15, Claws, Fangs, Pistol Gun, Shotgun, Axe, Sword, Dagger, Brass Knuckles, Mini Gun, Chainsaw, Boomerang, Knuckle Duster, and a Pocket knife

Voiced by: Cassandra Lee Morris (speaking), Elsie Lovelock (singing)

[wanderingwolfwitcher]

Eskel kept his viper eyes out, watching their surroundings as by now night had fallen and a rain had started, adorning his cloak's hood. He observed the passing sailors and other Skellige folk who likewise stared back at him, or sailors out on their ships drinking as they worked and singing bawdy nautical tunes. He had always liked such tunes more than the flowery stuff bards tended to come up with, back in the Northern Kingdoms. He patted the nearby Scorpion now and again, running a hand through his black mane of hair. Perhaps he should have left the horse safely at Kaer Morhen... considering the dangers against them. He would have to take precautions, make sure a Quen Sign and any protective magic of Sabrina's could be on him at all times. At the very least, the cultists would be more liable to hunger for Leviathan flesh than for horse meat. Though he wouldn't put it past the Deep Ones if they ended up being involved in all of this somehow. He could already tell this was going to prove more difficult and complicated than it already was.

Even so, considering the stakes, it would be more than worth doing... if the Cult had it their way, woke up their so called Gods, the end result would make another Conjunction of the Spheres look like gentle rain in comparison. The Skellige fleet would be no match for the power of a Great Old One either. Just seeing it with their own eyes would drive their crews into homicidal insanity. And it wasn't like ramming Cthulhu with a ship was liable to work out well. He chuckled under his breath at the morbid thought, and the image it painted. And that wasn't even accounting for what would happen if Azathoth were awoken, a thing that made Cthulhu look like an ant in comparison. In time, the Witcher saw the crimson haired Sorceress hurriedly making her way down the docks to rejoin him... and he took note of her pale features. Hearing her rapid heartbeat. Knowing her well enough by now to know she was distressed and attempting to disguise it, in her features and cool voice alike. Marred jaw tightening, he inclined his head, deep, calm voice speaking up to Sabrina again.

"Think so. Whaling vessel called the Scylla. Has done business out at Darkwater Island, crew isn't intimidated like many of the other locals are. If we use them, we better keep an eye on them on the way over. Could be cultists for all we know, leading us into a trap. Wouldn't surprise me. What about you, red? And are you alright? Didn't run into any cultists?

@fallesto

Sabrina , had slipped away from the crowd, her eyes darting from tavern to tavern. The sun was setting now, painting the harbor in a warm gold and casting long shadows. She stepped into the first tavern she found, her boots echoing off the wooden floorboards as she approached the bar. The place was crowded, but she managed to catch the eye of the burly bartender, who looked up from his work with a grunt. "What's your business, lass?" He asked gruffly, wiping his hands on a stained apron. As she leaned forward to capture his eyes onto her.

"I'm looking for information." She replied smoothly, placing a golden coin on the counter. "Specifically, about captains heading to Darkwater Island." The man's expression sharpened at the mention of the island, and the room grew quieter, the conversations around them dropping to whispers. "A sensitive job, pays well." She added with a knowing smile. The coin vanished into his palm, and he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a murmur. "You'll want to talk to that man there." He said and pointed over.

"He's got a fast ship and a crew that knows how to keep their mouths shut."

Sabrina felt a sudden burning sensation at the back of her head, and she reached up to touch her head as she breathed out. It was hot to the touch, almost searing, and she gasped, pulling away. The room swam before her eyes, and she staggered back, knocking over a chair.

“You disappointment me old friend. I truly wished for no hostiles between us, but you are forever hard to please – even now in my most desperate moment – you pick these people over me. Very well – I shall have another do this deed for me, someone who knows how to take commands, Vandergrift.”

She summoned the general. Once famed and feared, a man that commanded respect and held great hatred and angry for her – a man twisted and turned by her curse into a hulking monster that had no choice to do her bidding. As she watched him on the ridge, the flames dancing in the nights air as each step would shake the earth under him as he grew closer and closer, the heat increasing with each step he took as the humans of the cult formed in her name would back away less they expire from the heat that emitted from this towering monster as he came to stand at his mistresses side. Vandergrift, the greatest general known to her home land, now nothing more than a creature of her own design, forced to do as she commanded. As the massive creature looked down at the witcher as it reached out and opened its hand.

“Hand the sword to my champion Eskel – and the deed will be carried out. The blood of this knight will be the final piece I need. My resurrection will be complete and this nightmare will end. This mist will cease and all within it – will be free to finally rest. You have no other choice. This is the way it has to be.”

Her death flashed in her eyes, her clawing back from death, her being dead and gone, being on the other side, someone who was not meant to be, as she breathed out. The patrons of the tavern stared at her, a mix of curiosity and concern. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but the pain grew more intense, sending sharp jolts down her spine. "Thank you." She managed to croak out to the bartender before turning and pushing through the crowd.

Once outside, she leaned heavily against the tavern's wooden wall, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The cool night air did little to alleviate the pain, and she closed her eyes, trying to focus her mind. Her head was aching, and she felt the pain there, someone was messing with power that was for her and none other, she had spent years on that boo, she had researched it, translated it, put her heart and soul into it, it was for her and none other.

Her ears picked up at that one. At the mere mention of a magical artifact. No doubt he would want to smash it to pieces. Destroy it. Could it be a connection to the other realm. Something used to bring these demons from there side fo here. It would be interesting to see it, without him wanting to rendering it as shards of glass, which of course, could just make things that much worse for them. As he gave a command for her to take him to the forest edge. As a heavy sigh left her. Yes, now she remembered why she wanted him to walk. As she moved. Doing as she was told, leaving this part to him, his expertise was what would be the final part for them to get through this. As she had a pace, a trot forward, through the fog and closer to the edge of the woods. “If all else fails. I will burn this down --” Everything was dead within. There was not a sound. Not a sign of life. All humans and animals, devoured or worse - changed. If it came to that, she would spread the fire here and destroy this perfect creation of mother earth, but that was the last resort. Her last option.

“Hurry up. The longer you take, the more chance they will be able to find us, we are too exposed out here, we need to move to the cabin and end this.”

Her first dealings with the book, her curse, the mess she was within, it flashed within her mind. As she gritted her teeth. She felt a pulsing throb, as if the very essence of the book was trying to harm her, get rid of her, stop her, she could hear voices, see images, the past, her awful past, but she couldn't understand the message. The pain grew more intense, and she knew she had to find Eskel, fast.

Forcing herself to straighten, she pushed away from the tavern and began to make her way back through the crowded streets, the cobblestones slippery with a mixture of sea spray and fish guts. The burning sensation grew with every step, and she could feel the amulet's power swelling within her, threatening to overwhelm her. By the time she reached the rendezvous point, she was sweating and her eyes were watering. As she played it down, breathed out and would look at him.

“Did you .. have success?”

[oldxenomorph]

💭 doors AND/OR light AND/OR narrative

💭+ topic headcanons

i. doors

There is always a door.

The Oceanview Motel has many doors. Each one marked with a symbol of the place just beyond it, a ritual needed to cross the threshold, to enter and exit.

At the end of the hallway, the Ziggurat is marked with an upright black triangle; strong, healthy, violent, hostile. (The doorway, the edge of the event horizon. Only certain people know the ritual needed to open the door to the Ziggurat.) On its right side: the inverted black triangle of the Oldest House, the sickly sister ruled by the inverted black triangle that is the Board. (The rule of three, pull the light chord three times to open the way. These buildings rely on ritual, to not perform them means decay and rot.)

And there is the one between the doors, lingering, watching; the one with letters and names that have been rearranged so many times that the Emperor is starting to wonder if her uncle is running out of ideas.

There are doors beyond the Oceanview Motel. Doors within the Ziggurat itself, a hub of entrances and exits carved into reality by the Emperor.

There is a door that leads to the House of Hades that she passes through to visit Nyx during her working hours. No threshold can keep her away from her wife when she is summoned. (Her hands and tentacles find their way underneath the skirt of her peplos, the soft silk of deep violet and brilliant gold shifting and spilling over her arms and multitudes of appendages. In a dark corner of the Underworld's garden, surrounded by pomegranate trees and vases overflowing with lavender, the Emperor pulls Nyx down onto her lap and slowly rocks into her.)

And there is a door deep within the Ziggurat that leads to the Black Palace, to the Emperor’s true shape.

ii. light

The Oldest House opens up in her presence.

It beams, it grows, towering columns of light pour from newly made holes in the concrete; the white of a star that’s too hot, the yellow of the life-giving Sun. The interplay of colors that the building produces, bleeding from its blessed flesh, makes its atoms sing as an offering to the one member of the Board that truly cares about it.

She can hear the wall of sound rising like the choir of Azathoth’s court. The noise is beautiful. She and one other being are the only ones who can hear it, but the building's emotion registers on Dr. Darling’s instruments in his office.

“It has been a long time since the House has sung,” the old janitor says.

Yellow reminds her of Carcosa, of Hastur's yellow robes, of Cassilda's gold dresses. Pure yellow, like the immense palace on Lake Hali that sits beneath constellations of black stars; yellow like the sun and the glowing stars that shatter upon the lake’s waters, their remains extracted like pearls.

Pale light reminds her of Yhoundeh's hair in the Midwestern winter sun, her silver adornments in her long ashen braid and the pins that held her gore red finery in place on her body. The pale light that came through Lake Point Tower's windows, when she would give Lilith a reprieve from parenting, holding the Emperor’s girl-shape in her arms.

The Oldest House sings: See me in all my glory, O Emperor. Remove your veil, unmask yourself; let me see the one who loves me. I need you to protect me. I love you.

Her hands rise from her sides and she gently removes her black veil and exposes her face to the insides of the Oldest House. What greater sign of love is there than to see the face of Extinction, to greet the End of All Things with a smile in the form of light.

iii. narrative

Liara smoothed over a fresh page of the Necronomicon, the tips of her blue fingers feeling the texture of the old parchment that was not really parchment. It smelled like ozone and acrid with age. In this one book, the entire history of the universe and the time before the universe; witnesses and testimonies and revelations written out like affidavits, one family’s story written through the eyes of those who experienced them firsthand and came into possession of this book.

You must be the one to record it, as you did with your time capsule.

The Emperor has given Liara many directives over the centuries, but this one was the hardest to complete. She kept the book safe, never opening it, fighting with the scientist within herself about whether or not she could read just a little of it. For a while, that’s where it remained: unopened, contained, out of sight, out of mind.

Until tonight.

She removed the cap from her favorite fountain pen and began to write.

“I, Liara T’Soni, the only daughter of Matriarch Benezia, have been tasked by the Emperor to write in this book the story of the person known as the Shepard…”

[artekai]

Sometimes I think of Pitiful Children as an Azathoth song and I scream

[monstersdownthepath]

Other critters I need to mention more on this blog at some point:

--The King of Glass: Outer God that’s a living planet. The world has fallen in love with its sun and showers it with ‘gifts’ taken from all over the cosmos. It primarily gathers these gifts by trading with mortals and immortals, sending out elaborate, eldritch artwork made from the rainbow-shaded glass it can create from the sand that makes up most of its body in exchange for gifts for its beloved. While these works tend to be mundane (if unsettling), more than a few of them have some unusual, otherworldly, or even dangerous function.

--Oa-Imago, the Deepwoods Mirage: Chaotic Good Great Old One that lives in the border between dream and reality and can cause the two to overlay with its presence. Enjoys dancing among mortal dreams and visiting its favorite ‘friends’ in the waking world to transform them into whatever they desire, though its efforts to contain its destructive and disorienting presence are... lacking, in some areas. It has little concept of pain, fear, or death; these things mean little to a dream, after all, though it’s come to understand that it must undo what it does to its ‘friends’ more often than not.

--The Gravesong: A mysterious melody that haunts the First World like a specter; some remnant of a fallen Eldest, or a haunting song too beautiful to ever stop playing, or perhaps the shards of whatever Death could be found in the First World before it was moved closer to the Positive Energy Plane. Anyone who hears it becomes obsessed with the idea of recreating it, but normal musical instruments won’t do. No, the only equipment that could properly capture the Gravesong have to be crafted from more robust materials. Flesh, blood, bone, and things still stranger, so long as they relate to death and decay.

--The Indomitable Radiance: A creature referenced a few times in other articles already; the Radiance is an Outer God of beauty so pristine, flawless, and true that no creature that looks upon it can bear to look away. With the loss of its home dimension, the Radiance is concerned with preparing a cabal of trusted individuals from all over the Great Beyond to maintain and impose its alien ideals of order and beauty on whatever unwitting world it longs to conquer, with the long-term hope of establishing a society so perfect and cleanly that it can march upon the universe and eradicate Chaos (in all its forms) altogether... because the background radiation of entropy itself causes frays and faults across its body, and that won’t do.

--Aquila-Rediannadier, the Inverse Orchestra: Perhaps it’s a song, or an idea, or a form of life so bizarre it could never survive in our cosmos in any other form. It is perhaps a child of Azathoth, because it seems to dance to the orchestra that surrounds the Sultan, but more importantly is that its amorphous body reflects alien melodies into its surroundings, much to the detriment of whatever creatures may be nearby. Some find madness, some find destruction, but some find twisted inspiration in watching it sing and dance.

--The Loathsome, Shaggy Beast: An abomination, a glitch in reality made manifest when the Eldest Fey Imbrex dared to dream a little too far beyond reality. It’s purposely nameless as to avoid being defined, rejecting any attempt by the world to tell it what it should be as it shifts from grotesque form to abhorrent shape; the title that it bears was imposed upon it by the Eldest in an attempt to cage its concept in a body that could be killed, but as a living recurring nightmare it cannot be permanently slain, rising time and time again from dream and memory.

--The Mother of Filth and her children: A disgusting and corrupt Outer God from a past cycle, the Mother of Filth is bound by obsession in all its forms, but is primarily obsessed with reclaiming all the power it once had by consuming and replacing entire civilizations with its Filthbreed simulacra. There’s also its children, the siblings of the Bloodletter and Clorpt, each claimed by a different obsession: The Wretched, obsessed with microbial life; and the Fragrance Architect, obsessed with scents and decay.

--A bunch of demigods: Like Caerbannog, Nascent Demon Lord of Aggressive Mimicry and Camouflage; an unnamed Vesltrac Demagogue of isolation and meditation, who locks victims away in featureless demiplanes until their sanities have snapped; Saint Caligine, velstrac founder of “Gastromasochism,” who encourages his followers to consume horrifying (and especially spicy) foods to experience new forms of pain; and a handful of disgusting qlippoth lords.

[freakcliff]

Persona Characters Ranked by How Many Mechs Songs Feature Their Personas

First, let's get things straight. The Mechanisms were a band made up of immortal space pirates that traveled through space and told stories about what they saw through song. They have four albums that tell stories throughout the albums-- Once Upon a Time in Space (fairy tales, in space), Ulysses Dies at Dawn (noir greek myths, in space), High Noon Over Camelot (cowboy arthurian legend, in space) and The Bifrost Incident (cosmic horror norse mythology, in space), and two albums (Tales to be Told vol. 1 & 2) that are miscellaneous songs/stories.

off we go. I asked my friend for his opinions on this, so it's not ONLY my opinions, but all of these are subjective opinions on what songs i like best

10. Yuka Ayase- Freyj Freyj and his sister Freyja are mentioned in the Bifrost Incident, but they don't get any actual singing parts

9. Sumire Yoshizawa- Cendrillion, Vanadis, Ella Freyja (Vanadis) is, as mentioned, mentioned in the Bifrost Incident. Cinder's Song from Once Upon a Time in Space is a song that is dear to me, but I will admit that the Mechs' albums get better as they go on, and Once Upon a Time in Space is their first.

8. Aigis- Pallas Athena Twisted Threads from Tales to be Told Volume II takes place in the same world/storyline as Ulysses Dies at Dawn, and is an absolute banger. However, other songs on this list bang harder (in my opinion), and the song is mainly about Arachne, though Athena features

7. Labrys- Ariadne Ties that Bind from Ulysses Dies at Dawn slaps, both Ariadne & Athena are sung by Raphaella la Cognizi/Rachel L. Hughes, & her singing is off the charts awesome & adds wonderfully to the jazzy noir vibe of Ulysses Dies at Dawn

6. Persona 3 Protagonist- Orpheus Trial by Song from Ulysses Dies At Dawn is honestly tied with Ties that Bind, but i like it slightly better and this is my list.

5. Eikichi Mishina- Hades Underworld Blues is the best song in Ulysses Dies at Dawn it slaps, and also the character of Hades is awesome.

4. Futaba Sakura- Prometheus Prometheus from Tales to be Told (also taking place in Ulysses Dies at Dawn world. this album features the most because of persona's love of greek myths) is iconic, so is the space jam mashup. Massive bonus points for Prometheus being a hacker. [Prometheus the hero who let us hold off the horde//Prometheus who proved the keyboard's mightier than the sword]

3. Baofu- Odysseus, Prometheus As mentioned Prometheus is a good song. My friend ranked this one lower in protest against Johnny Sims's attempt at an american accent. The entire album Ulysses Dies at Dawn is about Ulysses (roman name for Odysseus), but he features most heavily in Broken Horses, My Name is No-One, and Elysian Fields. Personally I don't like any one of these songs as much as the previously listed songs, but Baofu gets points for having an entire Album.

2. Takuto Maruki- Azathoth I am not going to tell you anything about Red Signal (the Bifrost Incident). I am only going to tell you to listen to it. Anyways. Azathoth is also technically a major.... character? in the Bifrost Incident, which is imo (and afaik most would agree with me) the Mechs' best album, so that's worth some points.

Goro Akechi- Loki, Hereward Loki is one of the main characters of the Bifrost Incident, and she gets parts in multiple songs, mainly the one named after her, and it slaps verily, it's one of the Mechs' best songs, in their best album Hereward the Wake (Tales to be Told Volume II) is one of my favorite Mechs songs and also the reason I made this list, because it's the only reason I knew about Hereward the Wake before playing persona 5. So Akechi wins this list because i am a) extremely biased, i will admit and b) he's the only character who has two personas with entire songs, and they both happen to be some of the bangingest mechs songs

[heria-bl-angel]

Hellaverse OC: Kass (Bio)

Full Name: Kassandra "Kassie" Williams

Nicknames: Kassy, Darling, Dearest Lover and Star (By Seviathan), Psycho Fish, Loser and F**king fish girly (By Helsa), Stupid fish f**king girl, Daughter, Girl and Stupid Nasty Witch (By Christopher Williams), Sister, Sis and Star Neptune Sister (By Clive Williams), Gal Blueberry, Blue Star and Cutie Fish (By Cedric Williams), Doll face and Nasty blue B**ch (By Denny), Mama, Mommy (By Theo and Clarissa)

Likes: Her Mother and Her Brother, Her Cousin, Her husband, Listening to Meg and Dia, Evanescence and Muse, Rabbits, Her first pet, Piranha and her second pet, Canary Bird, Pranking on Helsa, Taunting Helsa, Drinking Dr.Pepper and 7Up, Playing with her brother, Reading Mangas, Watching Animes, Her mother and brother, Drawing, Emo fashion, Goths fashion and being a gothic girl, Her husband being a gothic boy, Supporting her adoptive children, Watching Japanese Drama movies

Dislikes: Her father's abuse and insults, Her brother and mother being in danger, being grounded, Her brother is flirting with Seviathan, Chazwick Thurman, Being mocked at, Being called psycho fish by Helsa, Seviathan being in danger, Her ex-boyfriend, The sun, Anyone hurts her brother and her cousin, Racism, Homophobics, being bullied, being tormented by Her father, her brother being rude, her father being a drunk, her brother being insulted and abused, Her kids being in the danger

Abilities: Demon Transformation, Hydrokinesis, Demonic physiology, Aquatic Adaptation, Electrokinesis, Teleportation, Electric Manipulation, Waterbreathing, Musical Talent, Songwriting, Drawing, Weapon mastery

Species: Dragonfish demon

Gender: Female

Age: 21 (same as Clive)

Sexuality: Straight

Status: Alive

Occupation: The student (Formerly), The daughter of the Williams, Recruit at Hellbent Squad

Family: Christopher Williams (Disowned Father), Julia Williams (Mother), Clive Williams (Twin-Brother), Hannah Williams (Aunt; Deceased), Cedric Williams (Older Cousin), Seviathan Von Eldritch (Husband), Theo Williams (Adoptive Son), Clarissa Williams (Adoptive Daughter), Helsa Von Eldritch (Sister-In-Law), Baron Von Eldritch (Brother-In-Law), Bethesda Von Eldritch (Mother-in-law), Frederick Von Eldritch (Father-in-law)

Friends: Baxter, Crymini, Blitzo, Moxxie, Millie, Loona, Charlie Morningstar, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Niffty (Best Friend), Sir Pentious (Father Figure), Cherri Bomb, Octavia (Close Friend), Baron Von Eldritch (Childhood Friend), Villa (Sometimes), Alina (Bestie), Finley (Sometimes), Paulina (Close Friend), Glitz and Glam

Enemies: Christopher Williams, Vox, Velvette, Valentino, Angel Dust (Formerly), Helsa Von Eldritch (Sometimes), Striker, Crimson, Crimson's Mafia, Chazwick Thurman (Dislike), Denny Broderick (Sworn Enemy), Adam, Lute, Vadivel, Exorcists, Glitz and Glam (Formerly), Employees of D.H.O.R.K.S, Azathoth, Layla (Formerly), Abaddon, Leviathan, Mammon, Elena, Baal/Bael, Azazel

Romantic Interests:

Denny Broderick (Ex-Boyfriend), Seviathan Von Eldritch (Husband)

Others:

Others: the Ars Goetia (Acquaintances), the Morningstar Family (Acquaintances), Overlords (Acquainted), Deadly Sins (Mammon (Acquainted), Beelzebub (Acquainted), Asmodeus (Acquainted), Leviathan (Acquainted), Belphegor (Acquainted), Satan (Acquainted)), Piranha (First Pet), Canary Bird (Second Pet), Anya (Close Friend; Formerly Classmate), Seviathan Von Eldritch (Teammate), Terrence (Teammate), Damien (Teammate) Lamont (Teammate), Isaac (Teammate), Arackniss (Teammate), Verosika Mayday (Acquainted), Vortex (Acquainted), Astaroth (Caretaker), Lucius (Boss), Layla (Teammate), Celine (Teammate)

Weapons: Fangs, Claws, Knife and Baseball Bat

Voiced by: Janice Kawaye (speaking), Meg Frampton (Singing)

[desecrated-host]

WHAT IS THIS INSIDE MY MIND? THAT DRAGS OUT WHAT I LEFT BEHIND? MY EYES NOW CLEAR, THE CALL BEGUN. SO LONG AGO, ODIN, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?-IVE DONE IT! THOUGH I NEVER KNEW, THE DREAMS THAT ATE AT ME WERE TRUE! A FOOL I WAS, HUBRISTIC, VAIN, TO THINK CONQUEST THE PURPOSE OF MY TRAIN!-THIS TRAIN IS NOT WHAT WE HAD PLANNED, WE BUILT BUT DID NOT UNDERSTAND. I TRIED TO STOP IT, BUT I FAILED. THERES NO PROTECTION, NOW WE ARE DE-RAILING? YES! ITS HIGHER NEED! WAS REACHED AS SOON AS IT WAS FREED! YOU HEARD THE CALL, BUT RAN AWAY, YOU COULD NOT STOP THE COMING OF THIS DAY!-A DAY, A WEEK, A THOUSAND YEARS, MEAN NAUGHT TO WHAT THE TRAIN DRAWS NEAR, NUCLEAR CHAOS, ROILING, SCREAMING, LULLED BY DEMON FLUTES TO KEEP IT DREAMING! CHILDREN OF THE SANE, AZATHOTH CALLS YOUR FOOLISH TRAIN! (THE DREAM) (THE DREAM WHISPERED MY NAME) ENVY YOUR DEAD, FOR NOW UNFURLED, THIS MADNESS FOLLOWS TO CONSUME YOU, (IT CALLED.) (THE VOID, IT SINGS TO ME.) GIBBER, CHILDREN OF THE SANE! AT WHAT CALLS YOU TO ITS DOMAIN! (I FAILED.) (YOU TRIED, BUT IN VAIN!) YOUR DEAD ARE LUCKY; NOW UNFURLED! THIS MADNESS FOLLOWS TO CONSUME YOUR WORLD. (WE FALL.) (THIS WAS MEANT TO BE.)