New illustration

( The illustration was done by Vuyacha. Click on the drawing to see the full size. Instead of just naming the illustration, here's an exclusive description from the upcoming Puppet-master's Marionette II'. Although from the second book, the text has not been edited yet! It's just a draft!)

Aleister walked to the dark corner of the cell where a thin, crumpled prisoner was sitting. The head, entangled in strands of long white hair, appeared weary and heavy, as though all the hardships of the world had descended upon the wretched soul. Rusty shackles hung from his twiggy arms; each chain was gripped by a massive petrified fist coming from the wall – Shakain’s hands. Bathed in an eerie septic glow, the gigantic eyes of the walled jailer, Shakain, watched over the entire cell.

Although eclipsed by the shadows, feather stubs protruded from the back of the humanlike prisoner – pitiful remnants of something much more angelic. The feet were bare and the toenails had grown so long that they resembled bestial claws. Corroded remnants of a once lavished armor covered parts of the prisoner's skeletal frame, hiding pallid skin and what little flesh he had left.

‘Who is that,’ the angel asked, lifting his head toward the visitors. He had no eyes, no eyeballs to gaze with, to seek and find. There was only hollowness to be found in his eye sockets; the eyes had been gauged out many years ago.

‘Come now, Luther! Have all these years of incarceration dulled your hearing, too? Surely you recognize my footsteps!’

‘Aleister!’ the angel exclaimed.