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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.
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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?

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+Time: Est. 10+ hours
+Media: Drawing pencil 4B, Millenium inking pens, coloured in PhotoShop 7.0
+Done to: Whispers In The Dark by Skillet
+Stock used: *Shoofly-Stock, *Mithgariel-stock

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