Demons and Hellhounds (art book)

Letters to no one

Dear Life,
It's been quite a while hasn't it? Almost ten years since I've last wrote to you. What was I? Perhaps a little over eight years of age, and here I am; seventeen years old and working for a ringmaster. How peculiar.
Our 'Master', as he wanted to be called, rather us not getting overweight. But that's practically impossible from eating a slice of bread every three days, well, poisoned bread anyway. There's no point in eating really.
I can't wait for the flames to finally burn this place down... I've got enough cuts and lashes to last a lifetime, but it's never enough for them.
Even though you've got plenty of time, I do not.
Until years into the future.
~ Queen

Dear Death,
Having fun trying to determine the date of my death? I will never die, my friend. Not until I've completed what I must do. I believe you've sent out some of your demons to collect all those souls I've harvested, yes? I knew what your intent was, and I'm not going to let you succeed. Not yet.
Until I finally meet you, pal.
~ Rusty

Rusty stared down at his paper, setting the pen down lightly and folding the letter, placing it in an envelope before slipping it back on his shelf. Humming quietly, he turned right of his desk and gently pet the little demon floating around him, another one taking its place on his shoulder. Rusty smiled softly and stood up with the two dark balls of negativity rushing after him, squeaking and sitting patiently on his bed while he blew out the lit candle.
Fire was his favoured method of light, for it was the very source that has freed him from his misery. Hushing the flickering light to slumber, he returned to his bed and plopped down on it with a yawn. The demons curled around his head, looking almost angelic while they slept.
"The irony in this world is more than I ever imagined..."

//it's my bby boy Rusty-
Smug lil devil
Gotta love him-