His consumption is a blight. He plies his tools of persuasion and extraction (many of his own invention) to bleed the world dry. None can hold him back.
I give you the gift, she says, of being apart from me. In the end, all is hers and all will come to her -- the willing and the not. She holds no one back.
Some people want more certainty out of life.
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kuroshiro Says:
Death looks like such a happy camper. --the face you gave Taxes is perfect.
NO ESCAPE!!!
theviljackass Says:
Really nice proportions.. this is gonna be a fav for the death alone :) gotta love him.