The Seraphim had vowed to punish any mortal who attempted to utilize the shadows. They would be mutated, the darkness would rend their flesh.
Alastor had never touched such a thing, had never dipped his hands into the Void. So, why did it feel like the gods were finally punishing him?
The lich turned his head towards the sky, closing his eyes against the nighttime chill.
The stars twinkled boldly, each one a lifetime. Hundreds of thousands of years away, they watched, silently observing. Perhaps they judged, just as cruel as the Seraphim.
Either way, Alastor would spitefully return their gaze.
A commission for a bestie of mine, MothOnPaper that doubles as a personal piece. This is of our characters... Or, more specifically, a statue of one character, while the other hangs on to it, grief-stricken. This artwork is based on something that I have been writing (a snippet from it is above).
Alastor had never touched such a thing, had never dipped his hands into the Void. So, why did it feel like the gods were finally punishing him?
The lich turned his head towards the sky, closing his eyes against the nighttime chill.
The stars twinkled boldly, each one a lifetime. Hundreds of thousands of years away, they watched, silently observing. Perhaps they judged, just as cruel as the Seraphim.
Either way, Alastor would spitefully return their gaze.
A commission for a bestie of mine, MothOnPaper that doubles as a personal piece. This is of our characters... Or, more specifically, a statue of one character, while the other hangs on to it, grief-stricken. This artwork is based on something that I have been writing (a snippet from it is above).
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Elf
Size 1650 x 990px
File Size 2.34 MB
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