wrapped in chains Stable Diffusion prompts

7 months ago

A monstrous, armored demon knight stands at the edge of a ruined gothic cathedral, its body wrapped in black, cracked plate armor covered in ancient infernal etchings. Its face is hidden beneath a horned, iron helmet, but behind the visor, two eerie red slits glow like dying embers. Chains dangle from its arms and shoulders, dragging across the ground as it moves, emitting an unholy rattling sound. Its clawed gauntlets grip a massive zweihänder sword, blackened with centuries of cursed energy. The ruined cathedral behind it is engulfed in an eerie crimson mist, as twisted statues of weeping angels watch in silent agony. A trail of burned earth follows in its wake, as if the very ground rejects its existence. Shadows stretch unnaturally toward it, bending in its presence, as if trying to escape the abyss that spawned it."

4 months ago

Metallic glam horror look for women, gold snakeskin-effect halter top with neck harness detail, glossy black flared pants slashed at knees revealing fishnet skin panels, studded belt with dripping chain tassels shaped like claws, wrists wrapped in medical tape over bloody cuff rings, smokey eye makeup that bleeds down temples, platinum hair singed at the tips, backlit by flaming amplifier stack on night stage, mood is apocalyptic rock goddess and self-immolating spectacle, Hold the microphone with one hands, hold the microphone close to your mouth and sing passionately

7 months ago

A monstrous, armored demon knight stands at the edge of a ruined gothic cathedral, its body wrapped in black, cracked plate armor covered in ancient infernal etchings. Its face is hidden beneath a horned, iron helmet, but behind the visor, two eerie red slits glow like dying embers. Chains dangle from its arms and shoulders, dragging across the ground as it moves, emitting an unholy rattling sound. Its clawed gauntlets grip a massive zweihänder sword, blackened with centuries of cursed energy. The ruined cathedral behind it is engulfed in an eerie crimson mist, as twisted statues of weeping angels watch in silent agony. A trail of burned earth follows in its wake, as if the very ground rejects its existence. Shadows stretch unnaturally toward it, bending in its presence, as if trying to escape the abyss that spawned it."