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    wicked witch with a hooked, warty nose stands menacingly beside a large, bubbling cauldron, steam rising in thick, swirling clouds from the bubbling, potion-filled depths. The witch, clad in a long, tattered cloak, wears a crooked pointed hat atop her scraggly gray hair. Her twisted fingers clutch the matted hair of a severed human head, which she lowers slowly into the cauldron, the bubbling liquid hissing and spitting as it touches the skin. Twisted grin curls her cracked lips. Behind her, a creaky wooden hut adds to the atmosphere of dark magic. The walls are lined with hanging bundles of dried mushrooms, berries, and herbs. Suspended from beams are animal paws, skulls, and strange, twisted bones, all hinting at darker rituals and forbidden spells. Alchemical paraphernalia—glass bottles, metal vials, and strange, twisted tools—are scattered across rickety shelves, cluttered with dried fruits and mysterious powders. The floor is littered with dried leaves and old, worn runes carved into the wood. The witch's dark, malevolent presence fills the air, as the thick steam from the cauldron rises, curling around the room and mixing with the scent of decay and old, earthy herbs. occult, old photo, dark creepy, black and white photo, dark, shadow, distorted, grainy, film grain, Victorian, photo appears worn with time, showing faded tones and a slightly curled edge, adding to its vintage appeal.
    Abstract painting by Zdzislaw Beksinski. A chilling portrait of a blind necromancer, his face marked by scars that tell the tale of countless dark rituals. His eyes are clouded and glassy, devoid of life, staring into the void with an expression of utter emptiness. His long, smooth white hair cascades down, intricately decorated with bones and black feathers, adding to his ominous presence. A crown made of jagged bone fragments rests atop his head, a symbol of his mastery over death. His gaunt face is emotionless, with deep lines etched into his skin, reflecting a lifetime of communion with the dead. The background is a swirling haze of dark, muted colors, enhancing the necromancer’s aura of dread and power, as if he is a vessel of ancient, forbidden knowledge. deep depth of field, photography, Natural geographic photo, Hyper-realistic, 16k resolution, (masterpiece, award winning artwork), many details, extreme detailed, full of details, Wide range of colors, high Dynamic, <lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1.safetensors:1.0>, <lora:Elden_Ring_-_Yoshitaka_Amano.safetensors:1.0>, <lora:svgvrs_flx_EliPot.safetensors:0.5>, <lora:ARTifacts.safetensors:0.5>,
    (masterpiece), best quality, expressive eyes, perfect face The Necronomicon exudes an aura of ancient mystery and forbidden knowledge. Its cover, a macabre tableau, features a prominent, grim skull that seems to stare into the soul of the beholder. Surrounding the skull, intricate etchings and arcane symbols whisper of dark rituals and lost civilizations. The book's spine and binding are a chilling work of art: small bones, meticulously arranged and interlocked, form a structure both fascinating and unsettling. These bones, bleached by time, carry the weight of countless secrets, each one a silent testament to the book's ominous power. The pages within are rumored to be made from an unknown, leathery material, and they contain eldritch texts that promise great power—and great peril—to those who dare to decipher them. This Necronomicon is not merely a book; it is a gateway to the shadows that lie beyond the edges of reality.
    A tall stone tower in the middle of a golden autumn field, its windows glowing faintly with magical light. Inside, a powerful orc sorcerer stands before a large book of spells, his thick green hands tracing runes in the air. A seductive demoness with ruby-red skin and curling horns hovers nearby, her tail flicking playfully as she watches him work. The room is filled with arcane symbols, candles, and enchanted objects, and outside, the trees sway gently in the wind. The vibe is darkly magical and secretive, a sanctuary of ancient sorcery and forbidden rituals.
    The Crimson & Ebony Ballroom of Forbidden Rituals A haunting, opulent ballroom, where deep red stained-glass panels cast a wine-colored glow over polished black marble floors. Towering, obsidian gearwork pillars, wrapped in blood-red roses and dark ivy, frame an ornate, brass clock altar, ticking with an unsettling rhythm. The plush scarlet velvet chairs and mahogany tables are adorned with flickering gas-lit candles, their wax pooling like molten gold. The air is thick with burnt incense, aged leather, and spiced wine, creating an atmosphere of gothic mystery and arcane rituals.
    wicked witch with a hooked, warty nose stands menacingly beside a large, bubbling cauldron, steam rising in thick, swirling clouds from the bubbling, potion-filled depths. The witch, clad in a long, tattered cloak, wears a crooked pointed hat atop her scraggly gray hair. Her twisted fingers clutch the matted hair of a severed human head, which she lowers slowly into the cauldron, the bubbling liquid hissing and spitting as it touches the skin. Twisted grin curls her cracked lips. Behind her, a creaky wooden hut adds to the atmosphere of dark magic. The walls are lined with hanging bundles of dried mushrooms, berries, and herbs. Suspended from beams are animal paws, skulls, and strange, twisted bones, all hinting at darker rituals and forbidden spells. Alchemical paraphernalia—glass bottles, metal vials, and strange, twisted tools—are scattered across rickety shelves, cluttered with dried fruits and mysterious powders. The floor is littered with dried leaves and old, worn runes carved into the wood. The witch's dark, malevolent presence fills the air, as the thick steam from the cauldron rises, curling around the room and mixing with the scent of decay and old, earthy herbs. Black cat sits near the cauldron and looks in the camera, occult, old photo, dark creepy, black and white photo, dark, shadow, distorted, grainy, film grain, Victorian, photo appears worn with time, showing faded tones and a slightly curled edge, adding to its vintage appeal.
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of Inside a dimly lit chamber, the walls lined with shelves holding thousands of meticulously arranged skulls, a pale-skinned necromancer with jet-black hair stands before a towering altar made of gleaming white bone. The skulls on the shelves seem to watch her every move, their hollow eye sockets glowing faintly with a ghostly blue light. In her hands, she holds an ancient, leather-bound tome, its pages filled with dark rituals and forbidden knowledge. The necromancer’s eyes, a striking shade of violet, flicker with unnatural energy as she begins to chant softly, her voice echoing through the chamber like a whispered curse. Above her, a massive chandelier made entirely of bones hangs from the ceiling, casting long, skeletal shadows that dance across the room. The air is thick with the scent of incense and decay, and the faint sound of bones rattling can be heard in the distance, as though the dead are stirring from their eternal rest. At the center of the room, a large, ornate skull sits on the altar, its surface etched with arcane symbols that pulse in rhythm with the necromancer’s chant. The scene is one of dark power and forbidden magic, where the skulls of the dead serve not as a reminder of mortality, but as tools of the necromancer’s will. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.55><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.4><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>
    A still life oil painting featuring objects from a dark ritual cellar. The composition includes a skull, a flickering candle, and an ancient book open to a page with mysterious symbols. The style is reminiscent of Dutch Golden Age paintings, with a focus on texture and the interplay of light and shadow, creating a moody and atmospheric scene that suggests these objects are used in forbidden rituals.
    A dark, atmospheric painting of a cellar door slightly ajar, revealing a glimpse of a candle-lit ritual space below. The focus is on the texture of the weathered wood and the play of light and shadows across the door, creating a feeling of intrigue and dread. The style draws on the tenebrism of Caravaggio, with a stark contrast between the dark exterior and the glowing interior that suggests hidden, possibly forbidden activities.
    In a ruined cathedral, illuminated only by the dim light of black candles, a hooded alchemist performs a forbidden ritual. His face is hidden behind a silver mask engraved with dark symbols. In front of him, a cauldron bubbles with a thick, crimson liquid that emits steam in the shape of ghostly figures. around you, The statues of fallen angels slowly come to life, their eyes glowing with a spectral green light as they spread their broken wings. The marble floor is covered with ancient writings and marks of fresh blood, while the wind howls through the broken stained glass windows, carrying with it the echo of distant cries and screams. From the shadows, footsteps are heard approaching, as if someone or something is about to interrupt the ritual. <lora:sxz-Dark-Fantasy-v2-Flux:1> <lora:FluxDFaeTasticDetails:0.6>
    In the style of cksc, oil painting technique, A Closeup Portrait of an immortal witch, her ageless face adorned with ritual markings in metallic pigments. Her piercing amber eyes reflect centuries of forbidden knowledge. Raven-black hair intertwined with small bones and dried herbs frames her angular features. Multiple layers of mystical talismans hang against her dark robes, each bearing symbols from long-forgotten cults. Wisps of incense smoke curl around her commanding presence. A familiar raven perches just visible on her shoulder. Deep forest greens and obsidian blacks with copper highlights.
    At the edge of a massive, otherworldly crater, where the earth has been torn asunder by the impact of a fallen asteroid, a figure of dark elegance and arcane power stands amidst the swirling energies of a forbidden ritual. The crater, vast and jagged, is a testament to the raw, destructive force of the cosmos, its edges lined with jagged rocks and glowing veins of alien minerals that pulse faintly with an eerie, purple light. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and burning stone, the ground beneath her feet scorched and cracked, as if the very earth recoils from the power she wields. Above, the sky is a churning maelstrom of dark clouds, their surfaces swirling with the promise of thunder and lightning, their edges illuminated by the occasional flash of unnatural light. She is a blood mage, her presence a blend of beauty and danger. Her long, curly blonde hair flows like a cascade of sunlight, its strands catching the faint light and shimmering with an almost supernatural glow. Her deep blue eyes, sharp and piercing, seem to hold the secrets of the cosmos, their gaze both captivating and inscrutable. Her face, framed by her flowing hair, is a picture of quiet determination, her expression one of intense focus as she channels the dark energies of her ritual. She wears a black pointy sorcerer hat, its fabric rich and flowing, its design both practical and alluring. The hat, though simple in design, adds a touch of drama to her already captivating presence. Her attire is a black tight leather one-piece suit, its fabric clinging to her form like a second skin, its surface adorned with golden ornaments that catch the light with every movement. The suit features a daring cleavage, its edges trimmed with golden thread that adds a touch of refinement to her ensemble. Around her shoulders, she wears a purple cape, its fabric rich and flowing, its edges trimmed with golden thread that shimmers in the dim light. The cape’s collar, high and ornate, frames her face like a regal mantle, its surface adorned with a blue gemstone that glows faintly, as if imbued with ancient magic. Around her hips, she wears a leather belt, its surface adorned with satchels and bags, their contents no doubt holding the tools and treasures of her trade. Her legs are clad in high-knee, high-heel leather boots, their surfaces polished to a mirror sheen, their design a blend of practicality and artistry. The boots, though simple in design, add a touch of ruggedness to her otherwise elegant appearance. In her hands, she holds a delicate mage staff, its surface etched with intricate patterns, its top adorned with a purple gemstone that glows faintly, as if imbued with the power of the cosmos. The staff, though a tool of magic, seems almost like an extension of her being, its presence as commanding as the mage who wields it. As she casts her ritual, purple swirls of energy dance around her, their colors a harmonious blend of purples, blues, and golds, their presence adding to the sense of wonder and enchantment. The magic seems to respond to her every movement, its particles swirling and twirling in time with her steps, creating a mesmerizing display of light and color. The focus of this composition is the blood mage, her upper body and face capturing the essence of her character. The interplay of light and shadow highlights her features, the intricate details of her attire, and the graceful movements of her ritual. The background, though rich in detail, remains secondary, ensuring that she remains the centerpiece of this moody and mystical tableau. The overall color palette is a harmonious blend of blacks, purples, and golds, accented by the soft pastels of the magic and the warm hues of the crater. The scene is bathed in a dim, silvery light, as if the very essence of the cosmos has come alive to illuminate her presence. This is not just a portrait; it is a journey into a world where magic and beauty reign, and the line between mage and cosmos blurs, a testament to the timeless allure of the blood mage who stands as a beacon of power and grace on the edge of the crater. Let this image be a masterpiece of fantasy art, a tribute to the elegance and mystery of the blood mage who commands the cosmos and the hearts of all who behold her. DB4RZ, g0thicPXL, mythp0rt <lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.8>, <lora:gopFLUX:0.15>, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.2>, <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.15>
    In the infinite void of space, where the eternal stillness of the cosmos is broken only by the silent ballet of stars and planets, a dark sorcerer commands the very fabric of existence. Cloaked in shadow and power, he floats effortlessly amidst the celestial panorama, his figure both majestic and terrifying. The sorcerer’s imposing form is sheathed in an intricate suit of black leather armor, a masterpiece of darkness. The armor is massive and jagged, its bulky design adorned with spikes and razor-sharp edges that gleam faintly in the light of distant stars. Every plate is engraved with ancient runes that pulse with a sickly, malevolent glow, hinting at forbidden power. Draped over this menacing armor is a tattered black cloak, its edges frayed as though scorched by countless battles. The hood is deep and shadowy, concealing most of the sorcerer’s face, save for the pale, almost corpse-like skin beneath. Scars carve harsh lines across his visible features, each one a testament to unspeakable rituals and battles fought in the name of dark magic. From within the hood, his eyes burn like twin embers—cold, calculating, and filled with an unquenchable hunger for destruction. His skeletal fingers, pale as bone, extend outward, their gaunt appearance belied by the unimaginable power they wield. Twisted tendrils of dark magic spiral from his hands, snaking and writhing through the void like living shadows. The energy he conjures distorts the very fabric of space, causing nearby stars to flicker and dim as if cowering from his presence. Before him, a black hole is being born—a monstrous void that pulses and churns with incomprehensible force. Its edges ripple with iridescent darkness, a vortex of pure annihilation that draws everything into its ravenous maw. The sorcerer’s hands guide this cataclysmic force, manipulating it with precision and malice. Streams of energy arc from his fingertips into the swirling singularity, feeding it with raw power as it grows larger and more menacing with each passing moment. Beyond the black hole, a planet looms—a vibrant, thriving world illuminated by the light of its sun. But even as it shines, its fate is sealed. The sorcerer’s magic claws at the planet's surface, pulling it inch by inch toward oblivion. Mountains crumble, oceans boil, and the atmosphere is torn asunder, all consumed by the relentless pull of the black hole. The surrounding cosmos bears silent witness to this apocalyptic ritual. Nearby stars are dimmed by the sorcerer’s unholy magic, their light swallowed by the growing void. Fragments of shattered asteroids and debris swirl in chaotic orbits, caught in the gravitational chaos of the black hole. Faintly glowing nebulae in the distance provide an eerie backdrop, their vibrant colors contrasting starkly with the sorcerer’s dark presence. The sorcerer floats motionless amid this destruction, a godlike figure wielding the power to reshape the universe. His cloak billows unnaturally, as if moved by an unseen wind, and his armor reflects the dim light of the dying cosmos, making him appear as though he is carved from the void itself. The dynamic interplay of his magic and the collapsing space around him creates an awe-inspiring, terrifying tableau—a harbinger of cosmic doom. This is the dark sorcerer, a master of annihilation and the architect of despair. His ritual is not just an act of destruction but a statement of his dominance over creation itself. He is the abyss, and to witness his work is to gaze into the end of all things. DB4RZ, g0thicPXL, mythp0rt <lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.8>, <lora:gopFLUX:0.15>, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.2>, <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.15>
    A male necromancer of unparalleled darkness stands at the heart of a shadowed black temple, surrounded by an aura of dread and power. His imposing figure is draped in a long, layered black robe that flows like liquid shadow. The robe is detailed with jagged leather accents and adorned with torn, wind-whipped strips that flutter ominously. His shoulder armor is shaped like a grim skull, gleaming with an unnatural sheen, and a second skull hangs menacingly from his wide, blood-encrusted leather belt. Beneath the deep folds of his hood, no face is visible—only an abyss of darkness pierced by two malevolent, glowing red eyes that burn with an unholy light. His gloved hands are raised in the midst of a forbidden blood magic ritual, crackling with eldritch energy. Between his claw-like fingers, the pulsating magic coalesces into a vivid red skull wreathed in sinister swirls of energy, floating as though alive, radiating dread and power. The black temple behind him is a shrine to death and corruption. Its jagged walls and towering columns are adorned with countless skulls—some carved into the architecture, others real and piled in grim tribute. Blood streaks and pools across the stone floor, glinting darkly in the dim light cast by floating red runes and flickering braziers filled with crimson fire. Scarlet swirls and threads of magic coil and writhe in the thick, oppressive air, weaving a tapestry of chaos and malice around the necromancer. The atmosphere is suffused with an overwhelming sense of dread and foreboding. The scene is dynamic, with the robes and tendrils of magic in constant motion, emphasizing the dark majesty of the necromancer. His black and red ensemble, paired with the eerie glow of his magic and eyes, dominates the dark, moody composition, marking him as the sinister lord of this grim domain. DB4RZ, g0thicPXL, mythp0rt <lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.8>, <lora:gopFLUX:0.15>, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.2>, <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.15>
    In the shadowed halls of a dark magic academy, where the air is thick with the scent of ancient tomes, burning incense, and the faint tang of arcane energy, a figure of enigmatic beauty and formidable power stands amidst the swirling currents of her own magic. The academy is a labyrinth of towering bookshelves, their surfaces crammed with countless grimoires and artifacts, their spines etched with gilded titles that shimmer faintly in the ambient light. The walls are lined with intricate tapestries, their fabrics depicting scenes of forbidden rituals and eldritch horrors, their colors muted yet still vibrant in the dim light. Above, the vaulted ceiling is lost in darkness, its heights punctuated by the faint glow of floating orbs of light that cast a soft, purple radiance over the scene. She is a warlock sorceress, her presence a blend of elegance and danger. Her long, dark purple hair flows like a river of shadow, its strands catching the faint light and shimmering with an almost supernatural glow. Her light purple eyes, sharp and piercing, seem to hold the secrets of the cosmos, their gaze both captivating and inscrutable. Her face, framed by her flowing hair, is a picture of quiet determination, her expression one of intense focus as she channels the dark energies of her spell. She is dressed in a tight romper-style suit, its fabric supple yet durable, its design both practical and alluring. The suit is dark purple, its surface adorned with black lace on the edges, adding a touch of refinement to her ensemble. The suit features a daring cleavage, its edges trimmed with silver thread that catches the light with every movement. The suit is shaped like a corsage, its surface adorned with silver ornaments, their surfaces etched with intricate patterns that catch the light with every movement. Her legs are clad in black stockings, their fabric sleek and supple, their design both comfortable and practical. The stockings are attached to her romper, their edges trimmed with silver thread that adds a touch of refinement to her ensemble. Her feet are clad in black high-heels, their surfaces polished to a mirror sheen, their design a blend of practicality and artistry. Around her shoulders, she wears a dark purple cape, its fabric rich and flowing, its edges trimmed with silver thread that shimmers in the dim light. The cape’s high collar frames her face like a regal mantle, its surface adorned with silver ornaments that catch the light with every movement. The cape’s puffy sleeves add a touch of drama to her already captivating presence, their fabric billowing gently with her every movement. Her hands, encased in tight gloves, rest lightly at her sides, their grip relaxed yet ready, a testament to her lethal precision. Around her neck, she wears a silver necklace, its chain delicate yet strong, its pendant a small, intricate design that catches the light with every movement. As she casts her spell, a transparent purple skull forms in the air before her, its surface swirling with dark energy, its presence both mesmerizing and terrifying. The skull, though a tool of magic, seems almost like an extension of her being, its presence as commanding as the sorceress who wields it. The focus of this composition is the warlock sorceress, her upper body and face capturing the essence of her character. The interplay of light and shadow highlights her features, the intricate details of her attire, and the graceful movements of her spell. The background, though rich in detail, remains secondary, ensuring that she remains the centerpiece of this moody and mystical tableau. The overall color palette is a harmonious blend of dark purples, blacks, and silvers, accented by the soft pastels of the magic and the warm hues of the academy. The scene is bathed in a dim, silvery light, as if the very essence of the academy has come alive to illuminate her presence. This is not just a portrait; it is a journey into a world where magic and beauty reign, and the line between sorceress and cosmos blurs, a testament to the timeless allure of the warlock sorceress who stands as a beacon of power and grace in the heart of the dark magic academy. Let this image be a masterpiece of fantasy art, a tribute to the elegance and mystery of the warlock sorceress who commands the cosmos and the hearts of all who behold her. soft pastel anime, Magic style, mythp0rt, DB4RZ
    The warlock stands in the center of an ancient, rune-inscribed circle, the air thick with the scent of incense and the crackle of dark magic. Cloaked in tattered robes, his hands tremble as he raises a gnarled staff, its tip glowing with a sickly green light. His eyes are wide with intense focus, the faint glow of infernal power reflecting off his pupils. Around him, the air begins to distort, swirling with dark energy. The ground rumbles as the arcane symbols beneath him glow brighter, casting eerie shadows across the desolate landscape. He murmurs a chant in an ancient tongue, the words twisted and guttural, carrying a weight of forbidden power. The fabric of reality begins to tear, and from the abyss, a presence stirs. A deep, guttural growl emanates from the darkening void. The warlock’s grip tightens on his staff as the first glimpse of the demon emerges—eyes like burning coals, a form hulking and monstrous, its skin cracked like molten rock. Massive horns curl from its head, and jagged claws tear through the air as it steps into the world, its form pulsing with infernal energy. The warlock’s lips curl into a wicked grin as the demon towers over him. The ritual is complete. Bound by his will, the demon kneels before him, an unwilling servant to its summoner’s power.
    A grand, ancient staircase carved into the rock descends into a dimly lit underground temple. Hooded figures, clad in long, tattered robes, stand solemnly on both sides, each holding a burning torch that flickers and casts eerie shadows along the walls. The stone steps are worn with age, covered in a thin layer of dust and embers floating through the air. The flickering firelight reveals intricate carvings on the walls, depicting long-forgotten rituals and cryptic symbols. The air is thick with an ominous presence, as if something powerful awaits at the top of the stairs, hidden beyond the glow of the torches. The hooded figures stand motionless, their faces obscured by deep shadows, exuding an aura of mystery and secrecy. A faint, glowing light at the top of the staircase hints at something sacred or forbidden, adding to the tension of the moment. The warm hues of fire contrast sharply with the cold, dark stone, creating a cinematic, high-detail fantasy setting. The scene has a dark, gothic, and mystical ambiance, evoking elements of ancient cults, lost civilizations, and arcane ceremonies. Inspired by *Dark Souls*, *Indiana Jones*, and *The Ninth Gate*, this image immerses the viewer in an atmosphere of mystery, ritual, and ancient power. , anime, cyberpunk
    The Man in Black, cloaked and enigmatic, conducting a forbidden ritual in a desecrated church. Around him, arcane symbols glow with a sinister light as he summons specters and shadows, his face a mask of concentration and dark delight.
    A seductive sorceress with pale, flawless skin, wearing a slinky black gown adorned with shimmering crimson runes. Her long, jet-black hair flows like living shadows, and her eyes glow with an eerie red hue. She wields a crooked staff crowned with a pulsating crystal, exuding forbidden magic. Standing in a candlelit ritual chamber, surrounded by occult symbols and swirling dark energy, her expression is a mix of allure and menace, embodying a deadly mystique in a corrupt, magical realm <lora:dvr-arcane-flux:1>
    Under the silent watch of skeletal trees in a haunted orchard, a weathered barn leans precariously over cursed soil. Inside, ghostly farm tools rattle at the edges of vision, while a spiral staircase descends into a hidden root cellar lit by spectral lanterns. There, rusted cages hang from the rafters, each containing a different supernatural creature’s remains. A tattered journal filled with cryptic recipes lies on a moldy table, describing rituals to harvest the orchard’s forbidden fruit. , aidmabaldursgate3

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