#Camio

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Secret Project™ is a go!!!

For those who follow me on bksy, you've seen me posting concept art for my so-called Secret Project. It's something that's in the very, very early stages of development, but it is something that I am determined to get out there!

Enjoy what I've completed so far of my concept art! Redesigns for Nicolo, Sidonai, Yevgeny, and Camio!

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❤️‍🔥President Caim’s Altar❤️‍🔥

He calls me “kid” and I love it

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Camio (also Caim, Caym) is a Great President of Hell, ruling over thirty legions of demons. He is a good disputer, gives men the understanding of the voices of birds, bullocks, dogs, and other creatures, and of the noise of the waters too, and gives true answers concerning things to come. He comes in the form of the black bird called a thrush, but soon he changes his shape into a man that has a sharp sword in his hand. When answering questions he seems to stand on burning ashes or coals.

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53-PRESIDENT CAMIO

Enn:Tasa on ca Camio renich

Other names:Caim, Caym

The Fifty-Third spirit is President Camio, or Caim. In the form of a bird called a thrush at first, but afterwards He puts on the shape of a man carrying in his hand a sharp sword. Camio can be invoked for divination of any type. Wear his sigil to see into any situation you encounter. He seems to answer in burning ashes, or in coals of fire. He is a good disputer. His office is to give unto men the understanding of all birds, lowing of bullocks, barking of dogs, and other creatures; and also of the voice of the waters. Camio teaches the art of astral projection, shape shifting and flying in the dream. He gives true answers of all things to come. Caim is useful in legal functions and other situations where you need to dispute conclusions drawn by interpretations of fact. This is a handy spirit to have if a case is brought against you based largely on circumstantial evidence. He is also adept at teaching the understanding of omens and portents. He was of the Order of the Angels, but now rules over thirty legions of spirits Infernal.

Call upon President Camio for

⬩Answer of the future

⬩Astral projection

⬩Divination

⬩Disputer

⬩Flying in dream

⬩Language of animals

⬩Legal situations

⬩Omens and portents

⬩Shape shifting

⬩Ask what else he will work with you on⬩

⊱•━━━━━━⊰In Ritual⊱━━━━━•⊰

Enn:Tasa on ca Camio renich

Sigil:Posted above

Plant:Centaurea

Incense:Storax

⬩Orange candles or objects

⬩Ask President Camio what he likes⬩

⬩It is important to learn protections before trying to work with any spirits. You can get tricksters and parasites if you don't.

Cleansings- cleaning your space of negative energies. You can burn herbs or incense for this.

Banishings- forcing negative energies out of your space. The lesser banishing ritual is one of the most commonly used.

Warding- wards keep negative energy out of your space. Amulets, sigils and talismans do this.

Set up a your space and do a cleanse and banishing. Have wards up in your home. Meditation is to calm yourself and get your mind ready. The sigil (symbol) is what you draw on paper. The enn is what you chant or say to call forth the spirit.⬩

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#109 Camio

Book name: Hunter’s Moon

Author: Garry Kilworth

Camio! Not my favorite character from the book but I do like this design for him.

He's described as darker as O-ha and while that's not per se a trait for American red foxes I think it makes sense for Camio since one of his relatives was a black fox.

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Makai ouji fanfiction

So I was recently (during the last run of Folger's exchange) gifted two WONDERFUL Makai ouji fics and I need to share them with everyone in my circle who still loves this series!

On the off-chance that we were to meet again

Michael is forced to take a "vacation" on earth with his powers sealed and runs into Camio. Honestly? I left two comments so far and I will probably leave more in the future. It is SO good y'all! It has the good old classic "this is before Camio met Maria" like all the Camio fics with non-Maria ships used to have back in the good old days, it has omakes at the end, it's SO perfect!

Camio def has some unresolved feelings about his uncle kicking Lucifer's ass and things end a little awkward but honestly? That's what's so great about it! Please give it a chance even if Camio/Michael is usually not your cup of tea, it's a lovely bite-sized fic that manages to be filling for the brain and the shipping tingles.

He said: "a pretty bird, you can't sing; but i'll buy you diamonds and ruby rings"

More of a character study, relationship analysis if you will. Baalberith thinking about his relationship with Sitri and how he kinda fucked up but wouldn't change anything. Disclaimer says no romanticizing which I appreciate but with the way it's written, I doubt anyone would mistake it for that in the first place, despite it being from Baalb's POV.

Baalberith/Sitri is just a fucked up mess and that's the best part about it, but there's definitely something extra sinister about this one, about Baalberith admitting to himself that the reason he treats Sitri the way he does is specifically to taint him, to make him too broken to be desirable for anyone else. Absolutely incredible. Chilling in the best way. Chef's kiss.

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The old Version of him

with the new graphics

I think I even look more like "Bitch pls, I'm fabulous". I relly love how his lips are looking now.

performance wise: I think I'm good XD

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💙 Camio III 💙

My Ars Goetia boy Camio, the actor who plays the Keeper of the Time Temple in Time Snake.

Commission by EmiliaSketch

❌ DO NOT REPOST ❌

Camio is a Victorian Crowned Pigeon. Lore states he was a thrush but I figured over time with arranged marriages my Camio is a descendant of Camio I. Camio III (3rd of his name)

The costume is by Kodoukat & he’s an Egyptian Temple Guardian.

Lore of Camio, his father runs the regiments while his son pursues a career as an Actor.

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The Last Sermon

Morning light passed through the stained glass windows, shrouding the inside of the temple in warm scarlet light. The crowd of followers entered after the Lamb like a flock following their shepherd.

Unease lingered in the air. The sermon was called suddenly, at a time usually reserved for work or individual worship. Had there been an emergency? The beasts of the compound wondered, whispering among themselves.

The Lamb, though, walks with an air of serenity, neither hurrying nor stalling, as if there was no need to be alarmed. They stepped onto the elevated platform where the altar stood, resting their hands on its smooth wooden surface for a tentative moment.

"My dear brethren," they spoke up, and spread their arms to all the ones gathered in the long hall of the temple. "Blessings to all of you for gathering here today. Rest easy, there is no matter that should worry you now."

They could hear their followers' anxieties, their uncertainty, snippets of nervous thoughts the crown allowed them to see.

"I called this sermon to commemorate this day. My fellows, today marks the end of our crusade against the heretics of the Old Faith. The many months we've spent combating the Bishops, this great battle is finally over."

The crowd rejoiced, their joy echoing off of the wooden walls. The Lamb raised a hand to quieten them so that they may speak. "Today, it all comes to an end. For today, I shall fulfill the last requirement to free our patron from His chains. I will embark on a journey to His realm, to return Him the crown He had lent me all these moons ago, so that I may carry out His mission and rescue you in His name.

"With His power returned to Him, our god will take his place as our leader, and a new era shall begin - an era where no beast shall fear chaos, famine, pestilence, or war, one in which not you won't even have to fear death, for it will no longer be the eternal punishment the Bishops wanted it to be."

They smiled looking at everyone. They hadn't the heart to admit what would happen once they separated from the crown... they always hated saying goodbye.

"Rejoice, everyone, today, our goal, the thing we have sought from the very beginning, will finally be achieved. Peace waits ahead. Today, He Who Waits Below shall reign!"

"Praise the Lamb, Conduit to Great Power, Promised Liberator!" the crowd cheers. They chant the prophecy's first half, the only part they know of it, again and again, as the Lamb steps down and heads towards the door, veiled in the same peaceful aura as before.

Outside, a lone shadow stood in the awakening morning light, his steely gaze directed at the preacher. Indeed... there had been one person missing from the sermon - the priest's right hand man and advisor, the blackbird Camio.

Lamb approached him, smiling sadly. They regretted yesterday's quarrel (it always hurts to part ways on bad terms, especially with someone so close to one's heart), but they had made their decision. Their patron called and they had a life debt to repay.

"Take care, my friend..." Lamb told their advisor. "Until we see each other again."

Camio didn't falter, nor did he say anything. His words wouldn't persuade them to fight the fate they saw as inevitable, and their sermon had just confirmed their resolve.

Take heed, sacrificial beast, the crown cannot rest upon two brows.

Lamb lingered a little longer. They'd hug him, or tell him not to worry... but they knew he would not accept such gestures.

As they walked away, towards the Crossroads, where the portals to all four regions lie, they heard the swish of feathers and quick flapping of wings. They turned around just in time to notice a small black dot disappear in the distance, flying off to the south, in the direction of Anura.

Lamb watched him until they could no longer spot him among the trees. Their smile dropped, for a moment, and the ache they've tried to quell tugged at their chest yet again. They wished they didn't have to go, they wished this wasn't the end. But they had made their choice, one they believed right, one that would ensure everyone's safety, even if it was at the cost of their life.

"Leader? Is something the matter?" asked one of the followers, a fox named Grimim.

"I'm quite alright," they responded, smiling again. "Let's be off."

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Un evento que nos cambió nuestro diario vivir

Desde el séptimo piso, por Faber Bedoya C Por unanimidad, hemos decidido no hacer balances, ni inventarios, menos escribir resúmenes de vida, pero sí reconocer nuevos paradigmas y cambios drásticos de estilo de vida, que nos impone la modernidad. Nuevas rutinas, sanadoras e inteligentes, en la alimentación, la vivienda, que aceptamos sin formula de juicio y con mucha serenidad nos adaptamos a…

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Day 26: Blue Mountains Panther

(Here's a real prompt entry. I decided to go back to the goetic demons since I'd felt the itch to use them again, especially with that remark about alien big cats with Flauros. As for who's who: Barbas is Thibetanus, Camio is AshestoAshes, and Bellicose is Glasya-Labolas.)

Thibetanus> Ose’s having a fit again. AshestoAshes> So? Let him wear himself out like usual. Thibetanus> He escaped into the mortal realm again. Bellicose> Really? Damn, hope he’s eating good. Tell him to come back with a human body this time. AshestoAshes> Any idea where he went? I can hop up to Britain to keep an eye on him. Thibetanus> No need, I already asked Agares to send Looker out. I should hear back from him soon. AshestoAshes> Good thinking. I don’t really want to bother searching all of the United Kingdom for one cat. Especially not after I finally got my new nest set up. Bellicose> Sweet, mind if I use it as a barbeque? I’ve been craving some grilled arms recently. AshestoAshes> Of course not. You always grab humans when they’re way too fresh. The blood will just extinguish the fire. Instead, I’ll just send some of my collection over to you. You’re the expert on grilling here anyways, what if I were to mess up your recipe? Bellicose> Good point. Forgot you’re the one that’s good at arguments. AshestoAshes> My reputation precedes me. Thibetanus> He’s not in Britain. AshestoAshes> Really? He always goes to Britain. That’s where the ABC sightings go. Thibetanus> Somewhere in that muddled brain of his apparently decided to switch things up a little. He’s in Australia. Sydney to be exact. AshestoAshes> SYDNEY? Great, he’s going to cause a wave of big cat sightings there soon enough. Thibetanus> Good news, he hasn’t done too much damage. Just some animal mutilations. Bellicose> Aw come on! Thibetanus> Looker seems to be keeping a good eye on him. Agares says Looker will pick him up once the fit is over. AshestoAshes> What even prompted it this time? Thibetanus> Apparently he thought it was a good idea to curse an entire office meeting with his spells. AshestoAshes> Don’t tell me. Thibetanus> Yep. Now they’re all on power trips. AshestoAshes> Will he ever learn? Thibetanus> I think he refuses to. Bellicose> What he should do is bring back some good human meat sometime! Thibetanus> Why not go get it yourself if you’re that desperate? Bellicose> Good idea! I’ll check the torture chambers. (Bellicose has logged out) AshestoAshes> Why did he even sign on to this chat? Thibetanus> Who knows. I’ll call Titivillus to let him and his team know to keep an eye out around Sydney for any signs of the creation of a cryptid. AshestoAshes> At least someone here knows responsibility. Thibetanus> I try to be.

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Caim, disgraced devil warlord

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Camio!!! Thank you so much, he's amazing! Oh, but it's Makai ouji, sorry if I miswrote that ;;;

[ID: A digital drawing of Camio from Kai Ouji wearing the dorm uniform of Malleus Draconia from Twisted Wonderland. End description.]

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