What's this? Another piece of inexplicable joke art. This time the perpetrator was a lady who goes by autumn_belias, whose cross-genre joke, I thought, deserved to be memorialized in a cartoon...
...Only the cartoon sort of got away from me? Well. If you've read the books, then...this doesn't make much sense, actually. But we've got Tarrant doing his prince of darkness routine in a convenient shadow while Damien, as usual, rocks the hard-boiled look and feels thoroughly put-upon. Secretly he hopes his stubble irritates Tarrant like burning. He'd go hop around in a filthy mud puddle if he could find one, but sadly the mean streets of Jaggonath are currently quite dry.
Yeeeeeah, as a gag it fails. As a piece of digital inking, however, I'm making some headway.
In the ironic way of such things, this is the closest I've ever gotten to the picture of Damien that's in my head.