I have burned my tomorrows
And I stand inside today
At the edge of the future
And my dreams all fade away

And burn my shadow away
And burn my shadow away

I faced my destroyer
I was ambushed by a lie
And you judged me once for falling
This wounded heart will rise

-Uncle, Burn my Shadow

A personal piece. This is an allegorie, a metaphor for what my OC Aza'zel really is...
He is a fallen Angel, one of their chosen leaders.
Alas, he fell down to earth and became a demon.
A Scapegoat for other's sins, yet his own intentions where pure.
Oh he is a sinner...
He is the embodiment of Desire & Lust...
...but not fullfilment.
He's hollow inside and yet, so intriguing that he can arouse and interest anyone and anything. Because if you look into him for too long, you will find yourself.
Such a narcisstic creature, the human being is.

Oil on Canvas paper.