QUE VIVAN LOS NOVIOOOOOOS MIS PAPIS

An art trade with @bl00dalchemist for their character Jango!!!

(Uuuuuum Noe if you're uncomfortable with people drawing your oc I will take the picture down by the way just lmk)

Making Viktor’s life hard as usual-

Before proceding I must clarify that no character or image depicted in this post belongs to me, and the following story is just a gift for @bl00dalchemist​, the most beutiful bastard on this site.

“In 1183 a battle was taking place in the holy lands. A lone man was sit on a dark room, acompannied only by a stack of roman medical books, a execuioner sword of ridicolous size still dretched in blood and three knights bleeding to death, arms and legs cutted off in clean cuts. Everything in the room was red, except the dissapointed man, whose gray skin was intact. His withe hair and golden earrinigs shined mildly with the few sun rays that penetrated the cloth over the windows

His second on command aproached him, not before kicking the door open, for the further discomfort of his master.

—My Sir, Kinto! We need to run, the knights of the false God are gaining terrain!  —Said Jhonnathan, the second on command and a seasoned warrior that, like all the members of the cult, defected from the Holy Order of Knights of the Hospital, formed by monks and doctors.

—I...I know, Jhon  —Answered Kinto, pointing at the knights— but I feel we are going to get this one.

Jhonnathan looked at his master, surprised by the optimism of the one that proposed caution and evaded conflict in every opportunity. Kinto hastly took his sword, bearing it like it was a armingsword. The chaos, the pain, the greed, all was feeding his confidence as much as his power, and his loyal cult only amplified it all. Vigorous unlike ever before he stepped out of the small room and with his hands made an exit. Following his steps was Jhonnathan.

—We can’t run, we can’t surrender...why not enjoy while we can!  —Said Kinto, quickly transforming into a beast like no other, 

From his head surged horns of grand lenght and beutiful curve, from his back sprouted a tail with a tip as sharp and hard as a spear, theet and fangs grew with evil intent and his face deformated to resemble Satan’s, with traces of goat, man and moster in equal proportions. Eyes shined as the flame that from his head arose, taking the form of a crown of blinding light. For thr first time Kinto feared nothing, and like all his brothers he was the fuel of nightmares and the terror who should lurk in the nights of his foes for generations to come.

Jhonnathan looked at his master, maravillated. A gruesome smile formed in his sewed face. He followed through the battle, accompanying Kinto in his rampage. Men lost their heads, their corpses were used as flails whose chains where guts and the cracking sound of bones reduced to dust under the hoofs of a demon.

They came across with the leader of the Order, who stumbled at the sight of the demon, that encorved was had the height of two men. In that moment, with a maniac smile in his satire of a face, Kinto straigthened up, with cracking sounds coming from his spine.

—Oh, the poor thing fell down. He must have an infection on his leg —Knights fought under the shadow of the demon as he speaked, indiferent at their blows and arrows— but worry not! I have the solution!

A scream penetrated the entire battlefield as the leader of the Knight army died, taking first one single blow from Kinto’s sword, wich split the man in two. A leech the size of a child Kinto regurgitated, started to suck away the last forces from the rest of the once greatest Knigth of an army and a man of God like no other.

—You had too much blood! Exsangination should cure the disease of life from you! —Screamed Kinto laughing as his foes ran and the small town was burned to the ground.

The last one of them, fallen and at the brink of death saw what was going to be his last sighn of God’s creation: A man, mounting a horse of famine and pain, a demon surrounded by his followers and flames, the hell itself on earth, and with all the eyes fixated on him, he gave his last breath”.

And this is it, my last contribution to this wonderful character. Based in the feelings and ideas that evoqued on me thank to this piece of wonderful art and my love for him.