The Butcher: My favorite boy! I know you'll come back for another round. (Teasingly slid the axe between the man's thighs)
The man stood still without flinching and said, "Are you seeing chains around my neck? I am no longer bound by you and with you!"
The Butcher: So, why are you here for? To show me that my mark is no longer in you? That your wounds were healing? Cute!
The Man: Pretty sure you know what book is in my hand. And I'm sure behind that fake grin on your ugly mask is fear. Your knees- trembling every time it mentions how your story ends.
The Butcher: A book? Seriously?
The Man: You can pretend to doubt the reliability of this book; you can't deceive me anymore. Do you see the the cross I carry on my back? It's The Sword. I did not randomly find it somewhere, I did not buy it,  nor I deserve to have it. Yet I was equipped with it. It came from a place you have no access from.
ORIGINAL ART:
Mixed media on 8x10" paper.
Watercolor, colored pencils, graphite pencil, and marker.
Signed and dated.
Art Print:
The design is printed on 8x10" matte-finish paper.