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Tried to do an archdevan-inspired little thing |・ω・)

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My diploma work for concept-art course
Tried to do an archdevan-inspired little thing |・ω・)
Of course she would be a writer
There's not another description that could quite encompass the chaotic energy that is Lucie Herondale
➳ reverse.
Hithfaeril looked down upon the man that was cast upon the foot of her throne, bored indifference in the depths of her emerald eyes. "Is this what we call the spoils of war now? A pathetic little thing?" Her reanimated human soldiers held him down with chains.
Upon her pallid frame was an impossibly black dress, a deep collar exposed a more than tasteful amount of cleavage, an equally high slit upon her leg. "Plead to me what use you may have, or else I shall drain you of your life."
Necromancer Queen
KILART _
The holy paladin's greatsword quivers in his hands as at last he faces the dread necromancer queen in her sanctuary. All too late, he realizes that despite his vows of chastity, he never actually planned on vanquishing her. Only now, her eyes penetrating his soul, can he admit the truth to himself: his soul has belonged to her since the first day they met.
thank you, god, for rita :'>