Working on the illustrations for my latest series of stories.
*excerpt from Scorpio Junction: Mother of All*
That lid falls away.
All of the beasts drop to their knees as her unearthly form crawls upward into the world. Eight feet tall and covered in rotted rags and stained in fresh blood. Her form is thin and grey. No muscular definition remains on those emaciated bones. Looking brittle and weak. Holding herself as if she were half broken.
Professor Hurlington can’t tell if that falcon head is a death mask or the creature’s true visage. Molting feathers around that falcon head echo the sickly form of the creature. The Professor doesn’t know what to do. She stands frozen in fear and uncertainty. Her mind screams for her to run, but she can’t move. Those long legs of hers refuse to obey. And, in some deep portion of her soul, she is in awe of what transpires here before her eyes.
The only human here who stands as a witness to a god being reborn.