your resolve melting like ice in the deserts sun, you sink to your knees in submission, what was left of your constitution laying in pieces before you

YOUUUUU.....ARE.....MIIIIIIIIIIIINE....NOWWW

you hear the dark god whisper telepathically as his oily grip tightens upon your very soul~

awesome commission I ordered awhile back of my fictional organization, seth's chosen's insignia, a bust of their dark lord seth entombed within his prison done by the awesome DeathJingle ^ ^ thanks again girl am loving the hell outta this

art @ :iconDeathJingle: go check her and her stuff out ya'll, seth demands it! lol