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Welcome back, ladies and gents! A few fortunate enough have seen true evil given form, have seen what happens when one gives in to the darkness within their hearts. Of those, some few extremely lucky enough managed to come away unscathed.
But I, the ringleader of this charade called life, know what you all truly want to see.

Over here, just this way, yes that's right, just right here, I have beside me a creature who has been through the hard of life, has suffered through countless tragedy, forsaken by those he loved and stared Darkness in the face. And you all know what the people say about those who have seen too much- they loose it. They loose their lives, they loose something. They will never be the same, they are forever scarred.

What's that? Ohh, yes, the price. Very well you ask. It is also something that most can afford. To see this poor, scarred fellow, the only price you need pay be a slice of your heart, a slice that clings to innocence and optimism, a slice belonging to someone close...

More vent art, done the day after the black tiger.
Prismacolors and watercolor pencils on aqua construction paper.
I've gotten most things worked out for now, thank goodness. Fuck that shit.

Title named after a Greeley Estates song off their CD Far From the Lies, which I nearly listened to on loop while all this was going on.

The scar doesn't look like that in person, the camera reacted strangely to the white Prismacolor

Description
Welcome back, ladies and gents! A few fortunate enough have seen true evil given form, have seen what happens when one gives in to the darkness within their hearts. Of those, some few extremely lucky enough managed to come away unscathed.
But I, the ringleader of this charade called life, know what you all truly want to see.

Over here, just this way, yes that's right, just right here, I have beside me a creature who has been through the hard of life, has suffered through countless tragedy, forsaken by those he loved and stared Darkness in the face. And you all know what the people say about those who have seen too much- they loose it. They loose their lives, they loose something. They will never be the same, they are forever scarred.

What's that? Ohh, yes, the price. Very well you ask. It is also something that most can afford. To see this poor, scarred fellow, the only price you need pay be a slice of your heart, a slice that clings to innocence and optimism, a slice belonging to someone close...

More vent art, done the day after the black tiger.
Prismacolors and watercolor pencils on aqua construction paper.
I've gotten most things worked out for now, thank goodness. Fuck that shit.

Title named after a Greeley Estates song off their CD Far From the Lies, which I nearly listened to on loop while all this was going on.

The scar doesn't look like that in person, the camera reacted strangely to the white Prismacolor