Art Book #1!
> Oc art
>Gore
> Fanart (mostly for Necromancer For Hire by Fancy please go check their books out they're awesome!)
> Mostly Traditional Art with some randomness thrown in!
Im not really feeling the art vibes, but I do have the writing ones going on and I don't wanna put this in the book I have started for Rehab so whoops 😛
Oliver stood on the ledge of the roof to his old apartment building, waiting for them to catch up. Large thumping noises sounded and a pair of feet revealed Moriah as she landed in front of him. He held out his hands, sighing. He cursed when the binding energy enveloped his wrists after having his arms shoved behind his back.
"He's been restrained in the World of the Living, send in reinforcements." Moriah spoke into the intercom hoarsely, as if she were pained in some way.
"You've gotta listen to me Moriah! You've gotta listen to me, just for once, please! I don't know what's happening someone just told me I was gonna be useful to them and that they could help me! You know me I can't turn a good offer down, I can't say no like you can!" Oliver said, one eye turning black and wings shedding feather by feather. She turned to him, crossing her arms over her chest insecurely. 'just a little bit more.' Oliver thought, looking down. He took small shaky breaths, then breathed in quickly through his nose.
"Moriah please tell me you haven't forgotten what I've done," He looked back up, forcing a few tears out, "d-don't you remember me listening to you? I remember you telling me about the Nazis and how much you loved your mother. I miss my mom too Moriah, I-I know how you feel! Please let me go Moriah, let me tell you about my dad and about what he made my mom do, please! 'Riah please let me in!" He was putting on quite a show now, tears streaming down his face and his shoulders shaking like he was a crack addict. His left eye was completely black. She looked down, avoiding his pleading look.
"I-I'm sorry Oliver. I can't allow that."
"O-of course, I shouldn't have asked, it's your orders. I should have expected it. You would have helped me if that thing weren't making you do it!" By now, Moriah turned away, tears slipping out one by one as he tried to rationalize the situation.
Soon, the reinforcements showed up, two Powers that swiftly grabbed him by the arms. The jolt caused a ton of feathers to fall away, revealing almost half of his new leathery wings. He screeched in pain, and Moriah left as she heard him screaming for his help.
"Excuse me ma'am," she heard, and she turned to look at an archangel approaching her, wearing a human figure. "What exactly is going on here?"
"I- that man over there is turning into, well, he's supposed to be in Rehab and something messed him up, his soul isn't pure anymore, and there's nothing to stop the transformation. We've thankfully apprehended him, but he's not going to stay with us for long. When it comes to it, he's - he's going be thrown into Hell." She responded, shuddering at the though.
"Thrown in Hell? That hasn't happened to a Rehab patient for a long time." The archangel, known as Uriel, scratched his head, slowly lowering his arm as he noticed that a look of pain and guilt crossed her face. "Did, do you know him?"
"I thought I did."
---- Okay so I started writing that a day ago and I finished it today, I actually drew something for it because I need to draw more 😩
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