What Anathema saw was, she said later, something like a prepubescent Greek god. Or maybe a Biblical illustration, one which showed muscular angels doing some righteous smiling. It was a face that didn’t belong in the twentieth century. It was thatched with golden curls which glowed. Michelangelo should have sculpted it.
He probably would not have included the battered trainers, frayed jeans or grubby T-shirt, though.
…and it’s done! Another doodly thingamabob from me because I just finished rereading Good Omens a few days ago 😀 I’ll probably change the background soon, maybe.
I got lazy.But for now here’s Adam Young aka the Antichrist, y’all.WOW
Oh, wow. This is perfection.