"Don't Mess with the Demon Posse"

Films: Viy (1967)

Alias: None

Type: Mystical

Location: Haunted Home

Height/Weight: Twice as large as an average human.

Affiliation: Evil

Summary: In the time of witches...we really haven't seen much demonic stuff, really. That is, up to now. Prepare for the summoning of Viy, and the many demons who cower under him.

History: Khoma was a seminary student who got lost one day, and found himself in an old house with an equally old hag. After she harasses her with some magic-induced piggy-back ride, Khoma realizes she's a witch, and brutally beats her to death…only to realize she was a young lady. And worse, people she knew were asking for a prayer for her. Now Khoma is placed with the burden of visiting her tomb surrounded by a holy circle, lest that girl summon the demonic lord, Viy.

Notable Kills: See Final Fate.

Final Fate: On the third day, the girl decides to summon every demon she can, which range from strangely cute to just strange. But when Viy comes around, everyone panics. Viy gives the order to attack Khoma, which the demons immediately do until sunrise. By the time they're done, Khoma has nary a scratch, but is splayed on the floor. Even those in the future aren’t sure whether he actually died or not.

Powers/Abilities: Viy can command demons to do his bidding on a whim. If he looks you in the eyes, you're dust.

Weakness: He needs someone to remind him to open his eyes for one thing. Also, avoid that gaze.

Scariness Factor: 2-Viy may have "dreaded" status among the demons, but there are a few problems. You actually have to look him in the eyes for trouble, and he looks and moves like a dusty, rocky Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. With rabbit ears.

Trivia: -This film was based on a short story of the same name by Nikolai Gogol.

-If you can believe it, they were going to include more supernatural elements into this film, but limitations were high for Soviet film production.

Image Gallery

Where are you going? The party's just begun...

It looks cute at first. At FIRST.
Witches are going to be the least of our problems soon.

"Who needs a jet when we've got a perfectly good coffin?"
"Hold still! I'm trying to do your portrait!"

Maybe the priest could have just TALKED to these lost souls.
Stare into this dead-ringer of Moloch. Feel the contempt for human life.

"Are we late for the party?"