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    An ethereal angel stands in haunting splendor, their majestic wings embodying duality: one radiant and pure, glowing with divine light, the other dark and drenched as if dipped in blood. Their celestial armor gleams with a timeless brilliance, scarred from countless battles, while a fiery sword is held aloft, radiating judgment and wrath. Their face is both beautiful and terrible, with eyes like twin galaxies—one of hope and one of sorrow. They stand amidst a stormy, otherworldly sky, where thunder cracks and light weaves through shadow, symbolizing the weight of their divine duty. The air around them hums with the resonance of ancient hymns, a song of creation and destruction. The scene evokes awe, fear, and the enigmatic power of a being caught between grace and devastation.
    An ethereal angel stands in haunting splendor, their majestic wings embodying duality: one radiant and pure, glowing with divine light, the other dark and drenched as if dipped in blood. Their celestial armor gleams with a timeless brilliance, scarred from countless battles, while a fiery sword is held aloft, radiating judgment and wrath. Their face is both beautiful and terrible, with eyes like twin galaxies—one of hope and one of sorrow. They stand amidst a stormy, otherworldly sky, where thunder cracks and light weaves through shadow, symbolizing the weight of their divine duty. The air around them hums with the resonance of ancient hymns, a song of creation and destruction. The scene evokes awe, fear, and the enigmatic power of a being caught between grace and devastation.
    A dramatic digital artwork in deep, monochromatic red tones, depicting a powerful winged angel in a classical, Renaissance-inspired style. The angel is captured mid-action, its massive, intricately feathered wings spread wide, each feather etched with stunning detail. It holds a gleaming sword high in its right hand, poised to strike, its intense expression conveying unyielding determination and divine wrath. Flowing robes and a billowing cloak swirl around the angel, their intricate folds and textures illuminated by the crimson glow of the stormy, apocalyptic sky behind. The background is a chaotic swirl of deep reds and blacks, with ominous clouds twisting as if alive, enhancing the sense of conflict and urgency. Below, a rugged, rocky terrain strewn with sparse, wind-battered vegetation creates a stark contrast to the celestial figure above. The overall composition exudes tension, with dramatic lighting and shadow emphasizing the angel's divine authority and the dark, foreboding mood of the scene. HD, 8K quality, ultra-detailed, masterpiece artwork, flawless anatomy, and breathtaking realism. mythp0rt, Frank Frazetta fantasy oil painting, anime_martz, anime_source, paint
    A fierce, red-haired battle mage with a glowing, molten brand on her cheek stands atop a crumbling battlefield, her hands engulfed in roaring flames. Her armor, scorched and cracked from countless battles, reflects the inferno swirling around her, and her eyes burn with the same fiery intensity. She wields a massive sword forged from volcanic glass, its blade glowing red-hot as if it were fresh from the forge, and the air around it distorts from the heat. With a powerful swing, she sends a wave of fire crashing across the battlefield, engulfing her enemies in a storm of molten fury. Her cloak, tattered and singed, billows behind her like the wings of a phoenix rising from the ashes, adding to her fiery, unstoppable presence. The ground beneath her feet is charred black, and the very air crackles with the heat of her destructive magic. Around her, the battlefield burns, the remains of ruined catapults and fallen warriors silhouetted against the fiery horizon. Her molten brand pulses with energy, fueling her flames and granting her an almost divine connection to the element of fire. She stands tall amidst the chaos, a beacon of wrathful power, as the inferno spreads in all directions.<lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.6><lora:Movie_Portrait><lora:Flux DetailerV2>
    The Leviathan, a colossal sea creature of divine terror and majesty, rises from the abyss, its scaly, armored body glistening under a storm-ridden sky. Towering waves crash against its massive form as its serpentine body coils and twists, partially submerged in the churning ocean. Its gargantuan jaws, lined with jagged, glistening fangs, part to release an ear-shattering roar that shakes the heavens.
Lightning illuminates the creature’s burning eyes, glowing with an unnatural, almost celestial fire. Its ridged back, covered in impenetrable plates, pierces through the water like jagged mountains, while its long, barbed tail lashes with the force of a tidal wave, scattering ships like driftwood.
The surrounding sea is in chaos—wreckage of vessels old and new float aimlessly, remnants of past encounters with the unkillable beast. In the distance, horrified sailors cling to their shattered ships, whispering prayers as the living nightmare moves with deliberate, unstoppable force.
A being of both divine wrath and enigmatic purpose, the Leviathan is no mere monster—it is a harbinger, a force beyond human understanding, its existence woven into the fabric of creation itself.
Ultra-detailed, cinematic lighting, biblical mythological horror, epic oceanic destruction, dark and moody composition, monsterlora, mythology, dark fantasy
    An ethereal angel stands in haunting splendor, their majestic wings embodying duality: one radiant and pure, glowing with divine light, the other dark and drenched as if dipped in blood. Their celestial armor gleams with a timeless brilliance, scarred from countless battles, while a fiery sword is held aloft, radiating judgment and wrath. Their face is both beautiful and terrible, with eyes like twin galaxies—one of hope and one of sorrow. They stand amidst a stormy, otherworldly sky, where thunder cracks and light weaves through shadow, symbolizing the weight of their divine duty. The air around them hums with the resonance of ancient hymns, a song of creation and destruction. The scene evokes awe, fear, and the enigmatic power of a being caught between grace and devastation.
    35yo beuatiful Chinese woman dressed as  a dragon in human form of a magical warrior In the midst of a fierce storm,   stands with a commanding presence. Her long, flowing white hair whips in the wind, and her dragon-shaped black and silver armor gleams with the power of the tempest. Her eyes glow with a fierce white light, embodying the power of the storm she commands. crackling with arcane lightning, she gazes toward the horizon, her expression a mixture of calm authority and wrath. Behind her, dark storm clouds swirl, echoing her control over the very forces of nature, while the ancient walls of Cathay loom in the background, shrouded in mist and stormy winds. The scene is both majestic and foreboding, capturing her power as a divine ruler and protector of the celestial empire.
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    The Leviathan, a colossal sea creature of divine terror and majesty, rises from the abyss, its scaly, armored body glistening under a storm-ridden sky. Towering waves crash against its massive form as its serpentine body coils and twists, partially submerged in the churning ocean. Its gargantuan jaws, lined with jagged, glistening fangs, part to release an ear-shattering roar that shakes the heavens.
Lightning illuminates the creature’s burning eyes, glowing with an unnatural, almost celestial fire. Its ridged back, covered in impenetrable plates, pierces through the water like jagged mountains, while its long, barbed tail lashes with the force of a tidal wave, scattering ships like driftwood.
The surrounding sea is in chaos—wreckage of vessels old and new float aimlessly, remnants of past encounters with the unkillable beast. In the distance, horrified sailors cling to their shattered ships, whispering prayers as the living nightmare moves with deliberate, unstoppable force.
A being of both divine wrath and enigmatic purpose, the Leviathan is no mere monster—it is a harbinger, a force beyond human understanding, its existence woven into the fabric of creation itself.
Ultra-detailed, cinematic lighting, biblical mythological horror, epic oceanic destruction, dark and moody composition, monsterlora, mythology, dark fantasy
    The Leviathan, a colossal sea creature of divine terror and majesty, rises from the abyss, its scaly, armored body glistening under a storm-ridden sky. Towering waves crash against its massive form as its serpentine body coils and twists, partially submerged in the churning ocean. Its gargantuan jaws, lined with jagged, glistening fangs, part to release an ear-shattering roar that shakes the heavens.
Lightning illuminates the creature’s burning eyes, glowing with an unnatural, almost celestial fire. Its ridged back, covered in impenetrable plates, pierces through the water like jagged mountains, while its long, barbed tail lashes with the force of a tidal wave, scattering ships like driftwood.
The surrounding sea is in chaos—wreckage of vessels old and new float aimlessly, remnants of past encounters with the unkillable beast. In the distance, horrified sailors cling to their shattered ships, whispering prayers as the living nightmare moves with deliberate, unstoppable force.
A being of both divine wrath and enigmatic purpose, the Leviathan is no mere monster—it is a harbinger, a force beyond human understanding, its existence woven into the fabric of creation itself.
Ultra-detailed, cinematic lighting, biblical mythological horror, epic oceanic destruction, dark and moody composition, monsterlora, mythology, dark fantasy
    An ethereal angel stands in haunting splendor, their majestic wings embodying duality: one radiant and pure, glowing with divine light, the other dark and drenched as if dipped in blood. Their celestial armor gleams with a timeless brilliance, scarred from countless battles, while a fiery sword is held aloft, radiating judgment and wrath. Their face is both beautiful and terrible, with eyes like twin galaxies—one of hope and one of sorrow. They stand amidst a stormy, otherworldly sky, where thunder cracks and light weaves through shadow, symbolizing the weight of their divine duty. The air around them hums with the resonance of ancient hymns, a song of creation and destruction. The scene evokes awe, fear, and the enigmatic power of a being caught between grace and devastation.
    An ethereal angel stands in haunting splendor, their majestic wings embodying duality: one radiant and pure, glowing with divine light, the other dark and drenched as if dipped in blood. Their celestial armor gleams with a timeless brilliance, scarred from countless battles, while a fiery sword is held aloft, radiating judgment and wrath. Their face is both beautiful and terrible, with eyes like twin galaxies—one of hope and one of sorrow. They stand amidst a stormy, otherworldly sky, where thunder cracks and light weaves through shadow, symbolizing the weight of their divine duty. The air around them hums with the resonance of ancient hymns, a song of creation and destruction. The scene evokes awe, fear, and the enigmatic power of a being caught between grace and devastation.
    In **anime cyberpunk style((Detailed hand, Hand, Perfect hand, vantablack, anime, cyberpunk, ne0nfant4sy))**, an enraged figure  arches forward, his muscles tensed and his palms gripping with intense anger. His **third eye** blazes open, emitting a powerful **bright golden light** from his forehead, illuminating the scene. His **veins bulge**, coursing with divine fury, as the raw energy of his rage becomes visible across his **pale ash-colored skin**. A **halo** radiates around his head, while a **red vapor aura** swirls violently around his body, an extension of his uncontrolled power. His **mouth is slightly open**, revealing his simmering wrath, while his fierce eyes lock on his target. The surrounding **rocky cliffs** are shattered, broken apart by the sheer force of his energy, the remnants of destruction littering the ground. His **tiger skin loincloth** flutters in the chaos, while the glowing light from his third eye dominates the scene. Every detail of his **body and face** is drawn using **intricate sky blue, neon blue, and black dots and lines**, as his **cosmic rage** turns the environment into a landscape of shattered rock, boundless energy, and unstoppable destruction.
    A stunning yet deadly fusion of divinity and technology, Celestia is a cybernetic warrior nun, the last guardian of faith in a dystopian world. Her exquisite beauty is almost unreal—luminescent eyes, flawless skin, and sleek, high-tech features—but beneath her ethereal presence lies a lethal force.
Draped in a futuristic armored habit, woven with glowing circuitry and golden engravings, she moves like a ghost through the battlefield. Her form-fitting exosuit enhances her speed and power, hugging her curvaceous yet battle-hardened frame, blending sensuality with raw lethality. A floating golden energy halo spins behind her, inscribed with sacred codes that pulse like a heartbeat.
With one cybernetic arm gripping a searing plasma blade, she cuts through her enemies with divine wrath, her movements swift, precise—unstoppable. A pulse shield shaped like a cross deflects gunfire, while her combat stilettos crush fallen adversaries. Blood splatters her pristine armor as she stands victorious, bathed in neon lights and the glow of a burning city.
A lone figure among ruins, Celestia is faith incarnate, a saint of steel, mercy, and destruction
    A stunning yet deadly fusion of divinity and technology, Celestia is a cybernetic warrior nun, the last guardian of faith in a dystopian world. Her exquisite beauty is almost unreal—luminescent eyes, flawless skin, and sleek, high-tech features—but beneath her ethereal presence lies a lethal force.
Draped in a futuristic armored habit, woven with glowing circuitry and golden engravings, she moves like a ghost through the battlefield. Her form-fitting exosuit enhances her speed and power, hugging her curvaceous yet battle-hardened frame, blending sensuality with raw lethality. A floating golden energy halo spins behind her, inscribed with sacred codes that pulse like a heartbeat.
With one cybernetic arm gripping a searing plasma blade, she cuts through her enemies with divine wrath, her movements swift, precise—unstoppable. A pulse shield shaped like a cross deflects gunfire, while her combat stilettos crush fallen adversaries. Blood splatters her pristine armor as she stands victorious, bathed in neon lights and the glow of a burning city.
A lone figure among ruins, Celestia is faith incarnate, a saint of steel, mercy, and destruction
    The Leviathan, a colossal sea creature of divine terror and majesty, rises from the abyss, its scaly, armored body glistening under a storm-ridden sky. Towering waves crash against its massive form as its serpentine body coils and twists, partially submerged in the churning ocean. Its gargantuan jaws, lined with jagged, glistening fangs, part to release an ear-shattering roar that shakes the heavens.
Lightning illuminates the creature’s burning eyes, glowing with an unnatural, almost celestial fire. Its ridged back, covered in impenetrable plates, pierces through the water like jagged mountains, while its long, barbed tail lashes with the force of a tidal wave, scattering ships like driftwood.
The surrounding sea is in chaos—wreckage of vessels old and new float aimlessly, remnants of past encounters with the unkillable beast. In the distance, horrified sailors cling to their shattered ships, whispering prayers as the living nightmare moves with deliberate, unstoppable force.
A being of both divine wrath and enigmatic purpose, the Leviathan is no mere monster—it is a harbinger, a force beyond human understanding, its existence woven into the fabric of creation itself.
Ultra-detailed, cinematic lighting, biblical mythological horror, epic oceanic destruction, dark and moody composition
    Gorgeous woman with black long hair and big breast, ernie_1, pale skin,  
A fierce and celestial warrior angel with flowing hair stands in the heart of a battle-scarred city, her piercing golden eyes locked onto her target with unwavering determination. Her grand, radiant white wings spread wide, illuminated by the golden light of a setting sun, casting a divine glow upon the crumbling stone buildings around her.
She is clad in a form-fitting black leather corset and matching pants, accentuated by an ornate belt with an emblem of celestial power. Over her attire, she wears a flowing, off-white trench coat that flutters in the wind, adding to her ethereal yet formidable presence. In her gloved hands, she wields twin enchanted pistols, their barrels glowing with divine fire, ready to unleash righteous fury upon those who dare oppose her.
The air around her crackles with energy as embers float through the streets, remnants of an ongoing battle between light and darkness. With an expression of unwavering resolve, she stands as a guardian of justice, an avenger of the fallen, a celestial force bound to protect the realm from the forces of chaos. Her presence is both awe-inspiring and terrifying—a vision of beauty, strength, and divine wrath
    A grand, circular arena of pristine white marble stretches endlessly, its towering columns and intricate carvings bathed in an ethereal silver glow. The polished floor reflects the swirling storm above—a sky fractured by crimson lightning and veined with dark, eldritch energy. At the heart of this celestial battleground stands Lilith, a towering beautiful festive masked queen of unfathomable power. Her form is dressed in a monstrous, billowing cape, vast enough to consume the entire arena in undulating shadows, Twin, curved horns rise from her forehead, adorned with shimmering occult symbols that shift and change as if whispering forgotten incantations. Her burning crimson eyes pierce through the void, filled with ancient wrath and divine malice (Ultra-detailed, 8K resolution, surreal lighting, gothic horror, divine menace, cinematic composition, overwhelming scale, apocalyptic grandeur)
    The Leviathan, a colossal sea creature of divine terror and majesty, rises from the abyss, its scaly, armored body glistening under a storm-ridden sky. Towering waves crash against its massive form as its serpentine body coils and twists, partially submerged in the churning ocean. Its gargantuan jaws, lined with jagged, glistening fangs, part to release an ear-shattering roar that shakes the heavens.
Lightning illuminates the creature’s burning eyes, glowing with an unnatural, almost celestial fire. Its ridged back, covered in impenetrable plates, pierces through the water like jagged mountains, while its long, barbed tail lashes with the force of a tidal wave, scattering ships like driftwood.
The surrounding sea is in chaos—wreckage of vessels old and new float aimlessly, remnants of past encounters with the unkillable beast. In the distance, horrified sailors cling to their shattered ships, whispering prayers as the living nightmare moves with deliberate, unstoppable force.
A being of both divine wrath and enigmatic purpose, the Leviathan is no mere monster—it is a harbinger, a force beyond human understanding, its existence woven into the fabric of creation itself.
Ultra-detailed, cinematic lighting, biblical mythological horror, epic oceanic destruction, dark and moody composition
    A divine warrior priestess stands in regal defiance, her piercing blue eyes shimmering with an ethereal glow against a backdrop of neon pink celestial radiance. Her long silver hair cascades in elegant waves, crowned by a delicate yet imposing embroidered headpiece adorned with sacred insignias. She is clad in a resplendent ceremonial uniform—a pristinely tailored white blouse, encrusted with intricate black and gold embroidery of sacred crosses, celestial sigils, and gothic floral motifs. A crimson tie fastens at her collar, symbolizing both devotion and bloodshed. Her armor is a masterpiece of baroque craftsmanship—obsidian black gauntlets and greaves, embossed with elaborate gilded filigree, reflecting both artistry and warlike prowess. In her grip, a towering obsidian greatsword with a hallowed silver edge rests against her figure, its hilt encrusted with sacred gemstones, whispering the ancient hymns of fallen saints. Around her, an aura of celestial energy shimmers—black-winged doves encircle her, frozen mid-flight against an explosion of blooming flowers and divine sigils. Her fingers, adorned with sharp silver claw rings and jewel-encrusted adornments, tighten around the blade, a living paradox of divine elegance and relentless wrath.
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    The frame is dominated by a single, unwavering Space Marine’s eye, burning with the golden radiance of the Emperor’s light, the only focus of the extreme close-up. Positioned on one side of the frame, the image captures just half of the warrior’s battle-scarred helm, the other lost in the abyss of shadow, heightening the sense of devotion and wrath. The intricate mesh of purity seals and litanies sprawls across the ceramite surface, pulsating with sacred energy, as if the will of the Imperium itself surges through his gaze. The armor, worn and pitted from countless battles, gleams in a solemn gold and iron sheen, every scratch meticulously rendered with hyper-realistic detail. The exposed flesh surrounding the eye bears brutal scars and deep lines of experience, a testament to wars fought in the Emperor’s name. Light carves along the edge of the helm, casting celestial highlights that flicker across the gothic inscriptions, making them shimmer like prayers whispered into the void. The extreme close-up captures not just the unyielding will of the warrior, but the divine fury of the Imperium—unyielding, relentless, and ever-watchful.
    "Neryssa & Vireth," twin deities of the deep, oceanic divinity split between chaos and serenity, hyperdetailed, 8k resolution concept art, WLOP, Moebius, Royo, deep sapphire and bioluminescent cyan hues, hyperrealism, digital illustration, one half of the face calm, luminous skin reflecting soft moonlight, irises glowing like pearls, delicate seashells woven into flowing hair like a crown, the other half dark and foreboding, abyssal black sclera, jagged shark-like teeth peeking through parted lips, skin rippling with bioluminescent scars, swirling tendrils of ink curling from her shoulders, the sea’s mercy and wrath embodied in perfect contrast, illustrated in haunting aquatic elegance by Pablo Amaringo.

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