In the deepest reaches of legend, myths of olden days, the age of dragons, magick, witches, demons, crusades, and even earlier then that, there originate tales of gods and angels, some said that these angels would be mankind's salvation in it's darkest hour...
As the mighty cities of the 21st century crumbled around them, people waited, and waited, and waited, for a god, for angels, that never came. In their desperation, many even turned prayers to the devil who's armies lay waste to the world of mortals, these, loathsome, pitiful souls, were the lucky ones, the first to see the purple flames as a mighty, dark, angel, clad in black and red armor manifest himself into the mortal realm of existence, his glowing eyes seemingly able to pierce through someone right to the soul, his cape fluttering majesticly in the war-torn winds, and the demonic, unnatural glow of his serated bastard sword, being the last thing many of those first witnesses would see.
That was several years ago now...
Now, the scattered remnants of humanity struggle to rebuild and survive, the demonic legions long since scattered, their purpose abandoned, or returned to the hell from which they came, save for the lone dark angel, the mightiest champion of evil, chaos, and darkness, slowly roaming the wastelands, the once-great cities of the world, never ceasing in his mission to cleanse the world of the human plague his masters set in motion long ago.
Some consider themselves lucky to die by his hand, very few have even survived encounters with him for reasons unknown even to them, and others have come to serve him as their god and master, his power corrupting and warping them into beings like himself, serving some goal likely only known to him.
But what is known for sure, if you're unfortunate enough to be one of the few pure humans left, if he finds you, one of the last things you shall see is his evil, glowing blade, just before it pierces you, and separates your body and soul.
This honestly ranks as one of my favorite pictures to date, from anyone, for anyone.
Character © me
Art ©
ralloonx
Armor design by ©
Wahaneta
As the mighty cities of the 21st century crumbled around them, people waited, and waited, and waited, for a god, for angels, that never came. In their desperation, many even turned prayers to the devil who's armies lay waste to the world of mortals, these, loathsome, pitiful souls, were the lucky ones, the first to see the purple flames as a mighty, dark, angel, clad in black and red armor manifest himself into the mortal realm of existence, his glowing eyes seemingly able to pierce through someone right to the soul, his cape fluttering majesticly in the war-torn winds, and the demonic, unnatural glow of his serated bastard sword, being the last thing many of those first witnesses would see.
That was several years ago now...
Now, the scattered remnants of humanity struggle to rebuild and survive, the demonic legions long since scattered, their purpose abandoned, or returned to the hell from which they came, save for the lone dark angel, the mightiest champion of evil, chaos, and darkness, slowly roaming the wastelands, the once-great cities of the world, never ceasing in his mission to cleanse the world of the human plague his masters set in motion long ago.
Some consider themselves lucky to die by his hand, very few have even survived encounters with him for reasons unknown even to them, and others have come to serve him as their god and master, his power corrupting and warping them into beings like himself, serving some goal likely only known to him.
But what is known for sure, if you're unfortunate enough to be one of the few pure humans left, if he finds you, one of the last things you shall see is his evil, glowing blade, just before it pierces you, and separates your body and soul.
This honestly ranks as one of my favorite pictures to date, from anyone, for anyone.
Character © me
Art ©
ralloonxArmor design by ©
Wahaneta
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Vulpine (Other)
Size 1280 x 989px
File Size 201.6 kB
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