A scene from my P1 story I'll probably never finish it.
Imgur link for the full sized image with stills since tumblr eats quality. Story exert under the cut
That woman, that demon, had grabbed his long hair and pulled him. He felt infection spread from where she had touched him. He dumped the groceries on the kitchen counter, likely breaking a few eggs, and threw open the junk drawer.
Where is it, where is it-
Dude found a pair of scissors, old, rusted, and stained from opening a bag of ground beef and not washing them since, and rushed to the bathroom.
He watched his reflection, seeing where the demon in the store had touched him. The hair looked darker there.
Maybe it's just clumped together with grease he reasoned, but he couldn't take that chance. Dude slammed the scissors down on the sink, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a hair tie he always kept in his jeans. He pulled his hair into a ponytail, the band positioned just above the infection, and cut it off. The remaining hair flowed into his face, framing him with jagged edges and missed strands.
His hair, previously down to his mid back, was now barely shoulder length in its longest sections. His eyes were focused on his reflection in the dirty mirror, but he noticed movement from behind him and realized his angel had manifested again.
"She was a demon, wasn't she?" Dude's voice broke as he met the angel's glowing eyes in his own reflection.
"She was but a symptom of a further infection." its voice was still becoming more human the more they talked, beginning to gain some bass and lose its ethereal tone.
"W-What do I do?" Dude asked with a shaking tone.
"Bide your time, child, for your lord will show you when the time of reckoning is at hand." it laid a hand on his shoulder, touching him for the first time. The touch was heavy and inhuman, like a powerful magnet drawing all the iron in his blood to where it sat, and the hand burned against his skin.
Despite the pain, Dude did not pull away. He accepted the touch, hoping it would cleanse him of the sin that nestled deep inside his soul, hoping it would burn bright enough to destroy the darkness that kept him unholy.
When he finally turned to look at it, he saw that the angel had changed once more, looking like a slightly older version of Dude, smile lines on his face and his beard neatly trimmed. At first, he wondered if this was akin to the face of his birth father, but he decided not to entertain such ideas. If not for the odd proportions and burning eyes, Dude would have nearly believed it was a human. Maybe even more human than himself.
Made a Hypothetical Endoskeleton for Larry after not drawing mechanical parts for so long. The best I could manage since this was all sketched out very late last night
