A sketch from the batch of thursday night's Stream.
This one commission by my wife H-exe, seems like things went sour after the wedding, maybe it had something to do with those cheeky fuckers at the Nightmare of Mensis toiling surreptitiously in rituals to beckon the moon. Whatever the cause, it seems like I'm a Cleric Beast now, ready to try and chomp Helen's head off, but hey, she's well equiped, I'm sure she'll manage to slaughter me.
