#valac

[peachycreamsodaa]

Mairuma doodles pt. 6

Loved this mini arc sm

[floraroxy]

Mairuma Coloring 9

“Hurray.”

Presenting~ Evil Clara!!!

Finally starting to lean into a more anime style of manga coloring

Redoing the line-art sucks takes a lot longer than actually coloring the panel

Evil Clara is so cute I love her so much

6 hours of work and tbh I’m pretty proud of it considering I haven’t colored in months now

I’ll be more active now though it’s finally summertime B))

[mlee-arts]

🩷💙💚

[300espinhos]

#176

Iruma Kun cap 380

[umeji-writes]

Okay, but let's talk for a second about accessibility in M!IK's Netherworld. First of all, I love, LOVE, that the characters in this manga are so heterogeneous in size and shape. I mean, look at MeiMei, they're as big as one of Amduscias's foot, and still taken very seriously :')

Tbh it kinda makes most other series look pretty boring - and I like it this way, the real world is heterogeneous and media should be to (imo). With that said, different shapes can be treated very differently, right? Say, think about making fat people pay for a bigger seat instead of making bigger seats where everyone is more comfy... Weird right? Specifically this panels really hit me:

It low-key sent me into a spiral, not gonna lie. "So, we are literal demons and technically we live in a ruthless world, but also we think about the needs of everybody and accomodate accordingly, because why wouldn't we" And that's not it! For instance, not all demons have tails, but all Babyls uniforms have holes for them, and who doesn't have one simply carries on with their life. (Also, the freedom to customize them... Top notch. And you can mix and match like Opera did, or wear a different one like Azz and Ameri, so no real binarism either ♡)

Honestly, if this is how the Netherworld is, I may just start to summon random demons and ask to be brought there, it's worth a chance if you ask me

[ozzgin]

I was pondering on what horrors to write for Halloween and when I remembered how many times I’d hoped for Valak content…I ran and whipped out my Grimoire and started typing in delirious inspiration.

Yandere! Valak x Reader

Featuring the Infernal President and a blissfully unaware reader backpacking through Romania. Warning: NSFW, blasphemy, non-consent

[Horror Masterlist]

“Mommy told me something

A little kid should know

It’s all about the Devil

And I’ve learned to hate him so

She said he causes trouble

When you let him in the room

He will never ever leave you

If your heart is filled with gloom”

"Now, you can't really say you've visited Romania until you see at least one monastery! Most Romanians are very religious, so churches and monasteries are popular attractions for tourists and locals alike." The tour guide is awfully enthusiastic for a cloudy Sunday morning. You nod politely and follow the group, although you can already feel yourself become distracted.

You're mostly interested in the old castles and bucolic hiking trails that Transylvania has to offer. Religious places...not so much. Alas, it's part of the experience. You check the flyer containing today's travel plans and google the location mentioned by the guide. Cârța Monastery. Seems to have some ruins included, and you'll be right on time for the Sunday chorus service, huh. Maybe that's why they picked today for a visit. 

You hurry along the cobblestone path until the first traces of a building come into view. Somehow you can't shake the feeling that something is off. You scan over the visible windows, wondering if someone is watching from above. Nothing. Once you lower your gaze again, you notice the tour guide vigorously waving his arm and encouraging you to enter the church with everyone else. You were at the very front of the group, so how long did you stare at walls? You flash an apologetic smile and rush inside. The wooden door closes with a grating creak and you fumble to the first available seat. There's a few coughs and shuffles and eventually the Liturgy begins. Your eyes wander until they find a clear window, so you entertain yourself with the sights outside. It's not like you understand the words of whatever is currently happening, and you're not religious to begin with. 

"How long is this going to take?" you groan internally and switch your focus to your hands, intertwined and resting in your lap. The monotonous chants cause your eyelids to feel heavy and they gradually lower themselves until all you see is black. It's okay, you're not sleeping. It's just a short nap, until...huh...the voices of the singing men diffuse as if distorted by distance and now everything is quiet. 

"Took you long enough." 

You jolt awake. You turn your head to check if whoever is sitting next to you has just spoken, but the room is suddenly empty. You jump from your seat and the thud of your feet hitting the stone floor creates a cavernous echo that sends a shiver down your spine. Ah, could it be that you're dreaming? The candles of the chandelier flicker, as if startled by a breeze, and abruptly go out. 

"I don't like waiting. Especially for mere humans like you."

The same voice as before reverberates through the chamber. It's deep and jarring, sounding almost unnatural. You don't like it. You tilt your head, afraid to find the source of speech but too curious nonetheless. It's a person dressed like a nun. For a brief second you relax your shoulders, assuming it's one of the people living here. But after one step ahead the figure becomes vaguely illuminated, and you can discern the features bearing on this creature's face. Blood drains from your face and you can feel the bile pooling at the back of your throat. A blasphemous deformity, oozing with blight and evil. From within the hollow, dark sockets, two yellow orbs glisten with raw malice. You realize you've held your breath until now as your lungs contract in a pitiful attempt to pump more oxygen. The movement brings back your senses and your flight instincts kick in. You immediately sprint for the door and use your elbow to slam it open, nearly collapsing to the ground. Your eyes squint under the flash of bright light. 

As you pant for air you notice you're back outside. There's people taking photos and talking cheerfully, and inside the church your group seems to have gathered before the iconostasis, listening attentively to a hearty discourse from your guide. The liturgy ended. What on Earth did you just witness? Before you can ponder the event, you feel a tug at your sleeve. It's an old lady, short and comically hunched. She's dressed all in black, with a head covering that hides most of her face, though you can still see the deep wrinkles that cross her features. 

"Oh? Sorry, I don't speak-"

"L-am văzut și eu. Diavolul, maică. Aici nu mai e demult casa Domnului. Pleacă cât mai poți, am să mă rog pentru tine." 

Her voice is shaky and she seems in distress. She strokes your arm once before limping away hastily. You blink and spend a moment trying to collect your thoughts. There's no one else nearby to ask for a translation, so you can only hope she finds help somewhere else. You return to the group and hope you won't have to deal with any other adventures. 

"This is the annex. You can still see some details in the arches." Your guide points around the pillars and mossy brick patches. You take out your phone for some photos and your arms tremble slightly. 

"It's suddenly very cold here, don't you think so?" you remark to your neighbor. 

"Really? I'm quite literally sweating right now" they respond, baffled.

"It's a shaded area, that's probably why."

"Or you're just that excited to see me again."

Your eyes widen. It's the voice. You blink, and you find yourself in the empty church once more. No, no, no, this isn't happening. No. You're dreaming. This is an absurdity. Some hallucination of sorts. You try the door handle, except this time it's locked. 

"It's not often I become interested in a mortal. In fact, this is the only time."

The nun is sitting on a bench, hands together in a praying motion. There's a mocking grin on its face. 

"Maddening, truly. Deplorable, disgraceful, outrageous. Humiliation would await me if they suspected my intentions with a perishable being like you."

"Who the hell are you?" you interrupt the erratic monologue. The nun stands up and locks eyes with you, instantly making you nauseous. 

"The Sixty-second Spirit, President Mighty and Great. His Office is to give True Answers of Hidden Treasures, and to tell where Serpents may be seen. The which he will bring unto the Exorciser without any Force or Strength being by him employed. He governeth 38 Legions of Spirits."

"What?"

"Valac." the creature extends a hand, as if expecting a handshake. "At least that's how they introduce me in the Lesser Key of Solomon." The fingers spread out and you feel a gravitational force pull you closer. It chuckles.

The cold fingers sink into your back and feel like claws digging your flesh. You let out a scream of protest and try to push away without success. It hurts. The touch burns your skin and spreads out like a wicked plague. What would this fiend even want from you? You search your mind for potential meanings and explanations. Truth be told, however, you're not well-versed in theological fantasies. 

"You can't just possess someone's body. I won't accept it. You don't have my permission."

The creature erupts in hysterical laughter and you feel your knees weaken at the sharp, grotesque teeth that creep their way out. Everything about it is vile, scandalous. Unholy.

"If you want to call it like that...Then sure. But for this kind of possession I don't need your input, I'm afraid."

Your limp body is picked up and sloppily thrown over the altar table. The impact of the hard surface against your stomach causes you to gasp. You try to turn your head and look behind, but the large, clawed hand locks around your neck and keeps you in place. You can only glance ahead. You can sense your garments being ripped apart with one swift move and shudder at the unexpected contact with the cold air on your bare body. The creature's other hand slides over your forms before stopping on your bottom, adjusting it. The realization sinks in and you begin to panic. Is this the time to say a prayer? You don't know any. 

"Our Father..." you mumble, trying to remember the continuation. 

"Go on. I'm sure He'd love to hear from you while you're being fucked on His altar. Send Him my regards."

He forces your hips upwards, exposing your intimacy. Without any further delay he thrusts his member in, painfully stretching your entrance around it. Tears well up in your eyes at the sudden discomfort. The iconostasis in front of you blurs and sways with each violent plunge into your frail body. 

"Oh, God" you sob.

"God ends here."

[jollmaster]

I think people are whipping out the demonology wiki and randomly throwing demon names at you and asking if they exist in your universe. So imma join the trend. 📖🔍🤔 "does Valac exist in this universe?"

haha, I like this trend 🖤

meet Valac, snake tamer

• looks like a young teenager

• he's actually several thousand years old

• half a head shorter than Lucifer and the shortest in Sheol pantheon, despite his origin (Valac is a rephaim; the rephaim were often distinguished by their tall stature)

• jokes darkly that he should have been thrown off a cliff as a disabled, but unfortunately he inherited wings from father

• dark-skinned, close to south-eastern type, tattooed with images of two snakes; they "coil" around arms and "bite" nipples

• the greatest snake tamer, as is not hard to guess, and associated with related cults

• resistant to any venom and can subdue any snake, even the most aggressive

• flute behind ear

• rides big two-headed tatzelwurm

[eclecticwitch666]

I call to my Gods and they listen. In my quiet, my darkness, my wallowing. They remind me of who I am, of my purpose. Looming, awaiting for when I finally come back to myself. An arm around the shoulder—a peck on the cheek—a soft smile of admiration—an all-knowing smirk. I am given these dark days as a challenge to rise above the entanglements of my mind—to remember I am powerful and never abandoned.

[transgwender616]

Goetic demons will have names like Beleth, Zagan, Barbatos, Astaroth, Aamon, Marchosias, Kimaris and Valac.

And then there's Amy.

[lunaunknown404]

How Nyoka and Kore would act around Alecto & Alloces (Beel and Rado's children, the second to last image (they're twins! :3)) and Valac (mamms and raede's kid, in the first image).

@rado-brisingr

[animenekos]

Mairimashita! Iruma-kun; Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun - Episode 7

[drondskaath]

Valac | Under the Ophians Curse | 18th October, 2024

American Raw Black Metal

Artwork by Jef Whitehead (Wrest)

[bloodandflame]

[radarchives]

Wait, since Valac is one of the demons listed in the Ars Goetia, does that mean he has a pact with Solomon?

okay i was thinking long and hard about this and the answer is: jein

he doesn't have a pact with solomon yet. trust issues are trust issueing. in the beginning, valac is too focused on himself, to uncertain about his own strengths and far too defensive to let a person like solomon get even remotely close to him.

after he gets used to the brothers, he will also warm up to solomon. somewhat. (from frozen to like. semi thawed).

so a while after meeting beel and reconnecting with his sister, valac starts finding pride in his own strength and mellows out a bit. and then solomon approaches him and boom the rizz hits and the rest is history (extremely fleshed out story right here)

he is NOT happy about the pact, but still sees how it's necessary for him to grow as a demon, sees the potential that comes with it.

[300espinhos]

#139

[astra-ravana]

Working With Valac

King of Snakes

Enn: "Avage Secore On Ca Valac"

Other names: Voloc

Rank: President

Colors: Teal, sky blue, light green, yellow, orange, silver, white

Herbs: Sasame, storax, copal, blue lotus, star anise, alkanet, sulpher, mustard seed, white pepper, cinnamon, sandalwood, amber

Crystals: Larimar, turquoise, howlite, tourmilated quartz, Caribbean calcite, blue apatite, amazonite, peach moonstone, dendritic opal, bumblebee jasper, jade, serpentine

Element: Water/air

Planet: Saturn/Mercury/Uranus

Zodiac: Pisces (Aquarius)

Metal: Lead, mercury, uranium

Tarot: 5 of Swords, 9 of Wands

Direction: West

Dates: December 3rd - 12th, January 25th - 29th

Day: Saturday

Animals: Snakes, dragons

Domains: Revealing hidden truths/information, control/communication of serpents, prophetic dreams and visions, initiations, spiritual growth, addiction recovery, mindful thinking, instinct and intuition, numerology

Offerings: Symbols of wisdom/knowledge, books, representations of nature, snakes/dragons, uranium glass, anything related to the elements of water and air, blood, oroboros themed items or art

Sigil: