The Red clad Demon knew it was a wise decision to leave her before he was to explode. His dark winged messanger cawed behind him, fluttering on the thin air of the underground tunnel. A million thoughts raced through his mind as he brought out his boiling rage through his claws. Carving deep, molten grooves in the stone. With a final snap, he fell into a rage that would have shattered the heavens above.
Best. Looking. Page. Yet.
And end Act II.
Don't worry, kiddies. He's got plenty more at home. Better that mask than Christine's neck, am I right? Page 3-1
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+Media: Drawing pencil 4B, Millenium inking pens, coloured in PhotoShop 7.0
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