Over millennia, Death has harvested countless souls on behalf of the warring powers of the Heavens and the Hells. Seeking to redefine the laws of the afterlife, he orchestrates a Court of the Dead, filling the Underworld with souls he’s taken as his own.
Positioned as servitor, general, and lord, from the indentured to the ambitious, the members of this Court are helmed by an enigmatic and beautiful regent, the Queen of the Dead.
Assembled from the disciplines of Spirit, Bone, and Flesh, together in the service of Death, they shall…
She is the first-born creation of Death, his Eve; the embodiment of his dark creative spirit, limitless guile, and soaring ambition. As Death’s appointed regent, deep devotion fuels Gethsemoni’s unswerving loyalty as the Queen of the Dead, overseeing the realm of the Underworld before her from high atop her spired tower.
The Making Of A Queen
In pursuit of designs for The Court of the Dead, we put our
primary focus on finding a character that was worthy of standing at center stage. Enter Gethsemoni, the Queen of the Dead. She is Death’s first born, a stunning and powerful necromancer.
Not only does she serve as the ruling regent of the Court of the Dead, but also the figurehead of the Discipline of the Flesh, a faction known for chaotic swings of calculated reason and explosive compulsion.
The final look we settled on for Gethsemoni is intended to show her as she might be seen ‘holding Court’ with Death’s ilium atop her head, a crown fit for her position. She is a mixture of allure and ominous threat, accented by ornate symbolism including tattoos that celebrate the structure of bone, and bells – ancient emblems of souls passing to the beyond.
We hope you enjoy exploring the gallery above for some of the character progression made through our design studio.
Pursuing new agents for Death’s Court, we’ve spun fantasy with an equal dose of horror, seeking a fine line between the beatific and the grotesque...
Part mummified flesh and part tormented spirit, Avarkus The Red Death seeks out souls corrupted by greed to claim as his own. Harvested in his soul engine, the vengeful spirits emanate from the Red Death in the form of an odious sack of innards draped from his empty abdomen, to become a celestial torch and pitchfork wielding mob.
The contrast of the Red Death’s withered form and his opulent accoutrements are a poetic nod to the greed that made him what he is now. In his hand he holds a mask of gold which represents the face of his life's true desires, while on his back a rich and horrifically embroidered cloak imprisons the faces of those preeminent souls he has taken for Death’s designs.