Board Thread:Fan-made Monsters/@comment-26517142-20190416224912

''I guess it was only a matter of time before she came out, huh? The terrifying SCP known as Shy Guy, with the face that once anyone lays an eye on, is sure to make them a goner. Standard protocol, head to the home of the Naetherkin and make a read on this:''

Demiure / Demurian   

Specie : Inhuman

Family : Inhuman

Habitat : Quitonne LVL B

Diet : Anything. Just... anything.

Common Statement : COME AT MEE!!

Jeiel's Comment : (eyes sealed shut) So.. I can't really look at her knowing that she'd... flip and dive for my cock so.... er.... I'm just gonna be clear on one thing. DON'T look at her face.

A dangerous Naether Mamono residing in the walls of Quitonne, the containment and research facility for the unstable residents of the underrealm. Irrational and erratic, they will extend to nearly all lengths in the pursuit of prey - mainly, those who have seen their face. This Naetherkin specie has no clear origin. When Quitonne was established, it is credited to be the first Mamono it housed - and it was for a good reason. Up until now the facility has maintained a stalwart watch of the Demiure population, fearing only the instance of a single individual escaping as this, to them, triggers an immediate cause for a planar threat.

Demiures are close to humans in structure, only that they have pale-green skin. Some thick bumps grow by their shoulders, and in a ring by the base of their necks. Their ears are sunken and their eyes are stretched wide, making them unable to blink for long periods of time. Their arms and legs, on another note, are long; these limbs are quite functionable and the Demiures don't see the need to drag them when on the move. Hands with palms the size of a man's head and fingers half as long are on the end of each arm, each palm having what seems to be a deep, dark-colored hole. This hole obscures their vision from nearly anything when they have their hands over their eyes.

Demiures are shy about their appearances. Being reclusive beings from the start, they are barely able to interact with other life forms, so they huddle on corners of their home territories (preferably, dark places with nonreflective surfaces), isolating themselves from other beings while hiding their faces. They whimper and cry mournfully, muttering incoherent babble. It is believed they wail about their pitiable existence all the time, sometimes wishing they were never born. They won't even be bothered by the absence of food or water - any object in range, animate or inanimate, is edible.

Demiures don't like it when other people see them - nor do they like it when people stare for too long. To them, stares prickle their skin like countless needles, and this actually arouses them rather than cause discomfort, prompting the Demiures to look over their shoulders at whatever is making them feel that way. Once any individual gets a full breadth of their face, the feeling sends a violent urge into their bodies. In a surge of lust and arousal they will leap into a frenzied state, arms extended wide while their normally pale hair turns crimson, breaking into a run to attack the said being (man, woman or Mamono).

Demiures will slam their victim on the nearest surface and violate said individual in any way possible, their mouths stretching to engulf the man's member in fellatio or their lips shoved directly at the other person's lips with such intensity and depth - up until both are left unable to stand, energy spent and possibly, saturated in so much Demonic Energy and Miasma that the human male becomes an Incubus or the woman, a nymphomaniac (still, Demiures don't seem to tire, so there is no guarantee they'd even stop having sex).

Demiures are never known to cease in going after 'prey'. These Mamonos will stop at nothing from getting at the individual who saw their face, to a point that they tear at metal and walls with superhuman strength, ignore pain and injury thanks to rapid self-regeneration, dive at extreme depths (at a recorded 40,000 feet underwater), and even run at incredible speeds from one side of the world to the next (it is claimed that if they are placed at the North Pole, they can reach the South Pole in less than a day without rest). Weirdest fact of all is that Demiures will be spurred to chase an individual who looks at a photo, footage, or image of their face - and they will have an innate knowledge of where their prey is regardless of distance or location (according to research, this is because the minute hairs in their bodies act as guiding sensors that pinpoint to the location of their 'prey'). However, they are not triggered by drawings or illustrations.

Men and women violated by Demiures will never be satisfied by anyone else except the Demiures themselves. It is as if the Mamono had gripped their bodies and souls, and so they will continually plead that she violate them once more. The Demiure, on the other hand, will slowly lose her shyness - and aversion to light - as she realizes that she is now surrounded by individuals with affections for her (she will be so possessive of them that if they are harmed she will speed towards them no matter how far or long it would take her). However, prolonged staring at her face will prompt her sexual rage again, and as usual she will romp and rave at her male (or the females of the man's harem, if any) until she is satisfied.

The Demiures has never been known to leave the confines of Quitonne without reason. Any cases of Demiures breaking out to go after Quitonne personnel have been quickly and silently dealt with, though - with a sack quickly being put over their heads to prevent them from violating anything that moves or breathes in a given vicinity. Simply put, as long as they see nothing, Demiures will not resist or put up a fight, and will easily comply to requests with a falter in their voice and a fidget in their step.

''Demiure is done ! Hope you guys enjoyed! XD Peace out !'' 