#hellwalkers au

It's been a long time since I drew something from Hellwalkers. I promise you, I'm not abandoning the fic. Once I'm done with Sinsmas, I'll have more free time to work on Hellwalkers and my original novel.

The Soul of a Hellbeast

Finally, it's finished! Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I've been busy with an online course I've been taking for comic creation, character design and digital illustration. I must say, it was worth it, I love how this turned out! 

Since he was a child, Brash always felt like he was 'the man of the house' ever since his father, Amelia's husband, was killed while trying to provide for his heavily pregnant wife. Ever since, Brash had to look after his mother, and then his baby brother. He was the only fatherly figure Striker had growing up. PS, he hasn't lost his arm yet in these doodles.

Of all the creatures in Hell, none is as secretive or little known about as a breed of imps with the power to heal. Recognizable by the snake-like patterns in their eyes and rattling tails, these imps stayed apart from the others. They would not bow to Overlords or Demon Royalty.

When Lucifer himself came down to Wrath, the imps screeched and roared from the forest like Hellbeasts as a show of defiance to Hell's hierarchy. Lucifer cursed them for the disrespectful gesture– forevermore, they would walk as demons by day and roam as hellbeasts by night. 

Leaving their impish form behind, any harm or good that befell them as hellbeasts, they felt in waking form, too. They were a proud breed of warriors living with the wild hellbeasts, keeping the peace between demons and Hell's wilderness.