Prints Noir

Prints Noir 15 hours ago:

Blood of the Heavens is not a creation myth.
It’s a massacre dressed as scripture.

The Anunnaki did not descend as gods.
They arrived as survivors of a dying planet, desperate and rotting from the inside. Their world, Nibiru, is collapsing. Gold is the only thing that can save it.

So they carve a wound into Earth.

Humanity is engineered in vats of stolen DNA. Flesh spliced. Memory fractured. Purpose assigned: mine. Obey. Die.

But something mutates.

A human named Adamu begins remembering things she was never meant to know. Glyphs burn beneath her skin. Visions fracture reality. A god named Enki secretly alters humanity’s code, while his brother Enlil tightens the chains.

And beneath the surface of it all, something older than the Anunnaki watches.
Something patient.
Something hungry.

This series descends from grotesque genesis to slave uprising… to celestial civil war… to the awakening of an ancient consciousness that should have never been disturbed.

Visually:
Living liquid armor that hardens on contact.
Bodies splitting like stained glass under divine pressure.
Ziggurats fused with alien bone and cosmic machinery.
Beauty soaked in blood.

I’m building this as a mature, long-form webtoon and looking for an artist who isn’t afraid of scale, horror, and mythic violence — someone who wants to create something grotesquely beautiful and unforgettable.

If you want to help build a universe instead of just illustrating pages… let’s talk