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Seriously fishy characters 9: Nuckelavee


This week, the Demon of the Week blog got its 10,000th visitor. I want to thank everyone for coming out to visit me!

To celebrate, on Wednesday, scientists will prove vampires don’t exist. Come back then to check it out.

Until then, you’ll have to settle for a truly monstrous demon, the Nuckelavee.

The Nuckelavee

There are few demons more terrifying than the Scottish Nuckelavee. It’s probably the most grotesque thing in this blog so far (but we are far from finished, yay!), having a monstrous three-foot wide head that’s too heavy for its neck, and so rolls from side to side on its wide shoulders.

No one has gotten a good look at the Nuckelavee in daylight, so it is unknown whether it rides a horse when it’s out of the water, or if its bottom half is equine itself. Its mouth protrudes from its face, like a pig’s, and its breath comes out like the steam of a kettle. One fiery red eye looks out from the center of its forehead.

To make the Nuckelavee shoot up to eleven on the Richter scale of gruesome, it does not have any skin. So when you see it, you can see its black blood flowing through yellow veins, the muscles moving with each step of its body.

The Nuckelavee likes nothing better than to do whatever evil it can find. Killing, kidnapping children, blighting crops with its fiery breath, anything.

It lives in the sea, but can’t stand fresh water. So if you run into the Nuckelavee, boot it for the nearest lake, or pray for rain, which they just hate.


  • George Brisbane Douglas, Scottish fairy and folk tales, Forgotten Books
  • Katharine Mary Briggs, The fairies in English tradition and literature, Taylor & Francis, 1989

A Field Guide to Demons, Fairies, Fallen Angels and Other Subversive Spirits
A Field Guide to Demons, Fairies, Fallen Angels and Other Subversive Spirits

by Carol K. Mack, Dinah Mack


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