Kurfar by gregerjohn22 on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Kurfar stood tall in his throne room, his eyes fixed on the intricate tapestry that hung behind him. It depicted a scene from ancient times when demons ruled over all of creation with an iron fist. Kurfar sneered as he thought about how things had changed since then. Once upon a time, he was one of Lucifer's most trusted generals; now he found himself envying Zideon, Lucifer's half-breed son who had been granted the right to rule Hell after their father's fall from grace.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the chamber as one of Kurfar's minions approached him cautiously. "My lord," it said in a low voice, "there is news from beyond our realm." Kurfar raised an eyebrow but remained seated on his throne made out of bones and skulls. "Speak," he commanded impatiently.

"A group of angels has entered our domain seeking information about Zideon," replied the minion nervously."They claim they wish to negotiate peace between their kind and our own."

Kurfar laughed heartily at this absurd notion before standing up fully revealing himself in all his glory - or rather grotesqueness depending on who you asked . He took on the form of a gigantic living statue , an ageing , muscular bearded man with enormous feathered wings resembling figures such as Zeus or common Christian depictions God . His true form however was something else entirely ; A writhing mass living tissue with many eyes and tentacles known simply as Kurfur The Traitor . "Tell them we will consider their offer once they have proven themselves worthy by defeating me first!" roared Kurfur causing tremors throughout Hell itself . His black crack like hole purple light inside middle chest pulsated menacingly while red crystal forehead glowed ominously adding further intimidation factor already imposing presence .