Prints Noir

Prints Noir 13 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—Nibiru—desperate and rotting from the inside. Their atmosphere is collapsing. Gold is the only cure.

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 what she was never meant to know. Glyphs burn beneath her skin. Visions fracture reality. One god—Enki—sees more than slaves and secretly alters humanity’s code. His brother Enlil answers with chains.

And beneath it all, something older than the Anunnaki watches.
Patient.
Hungry.

The series descends from grotesque genesis to slave uprising, to celestial civil war, to the awakening of an ancient consciousness that should have remained buried.

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 seeking an artist unafraid of scale, horror, and mythic violence—someone ready to create something grotesquely beautiful and unforgettable.

Let’s build a universe.
Come check out Episode 0, Episode 0.5, and Episode 1. It’s on my profile.