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Prompt: Demon king holding a severed head wearing a crown made of fingers sitting on a throne made of corpses surrounded by animalistic deformed demons with tortured deformed heads coming out of the ground in a dark forest
david owen

david owen

Model: Juggernaut XL

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Demon king holding a severed head wearing a crown made of fingers sitting on a throne made of cor...Show more
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 304649112
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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