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An unused 1990’s era idea sketch for a SANDMAN pinup: Death sewing the AIDS quilt.

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An unused 1990’s era idea sketch for a SANDMAN pinup: Death sewing the AIDS quilt.
Dahlia raised her voice, commanding, absolute: "Foul Azazel, you are banished, wretch accursed! Begone from mortal realms, demonic fiend. By sacred powers vested in me, goddess And guardian of departed souls, I cast Your wickedness back to hellish confines. No more shall innocence fall prey to you— For one hundred years of penance you are bound. My word is law; this sentence you shall serve.
[The Daughter of the Night (Lanfear)] Ernie Chan Savage Sword of Conan #22 Pin-Up Illustration Original Art (Marvel, 1977)
Dahlia, angel of righteous demise, Traces with her scythe a five-pointed star— A prison to bind the demon in his tracks. Raising her blade to the gloomy skies, She invokes her sacred, fearsome role— "I am the goddess of the dead and damned!"
Dahlia, angel of righteous demise, Traces with her scythe a five-pointed star— A prison to bind the demon in his tracks. Raising her blade to the gloomy skies, She invokes her sacred, fearsome role— "I am the goddess of the dead and damned!" Eyes shut, she summons ancient magic And feels it swell, electric, through the soil— The pentagram glowing with arcane light.
An unused 1990’s era idea sketch for a SANDMAN pinup: Death sewing the AIDS quilt.
Dahlia, angel of righteous demise, Traces with her scythe a five-pointed star— A prison to bind the demon in his tracks. Raising her blade to the gloomy skies, She invokes her sacred, fearsome role— "I am the goddess of the dead and damned!"
Dahlia, angel of righteous demise, Traces with her scythe a five-pointed star— A prison to bind the demon in his tracks. Raising her blade to the gloomy skies, She invokes her sacred, fearsome role— "I am the goddess of the dead and damned!"
Dahlia shakes her head, unfazed, and states— "Your hubris I cannot allow to spread. Though demons vie for power, I guard the just." A look then passes, knowing, between two— One seeks chaos, the other harmony. An eternal clash of light and dark ensues.
The bandages and jewelry wrapped the ghoul in a macabre semblance of its former glory. They served as a reminder of the beauty and opulence that had once adorned the creature, now twisted and tainted by its wretched transformation. As Selene clashed with the ghoul, her light dagger meeting the creature's jagged claws, she could not help but notice the tragic juxtaposition of the once-beautiful jewelry against the decay that surrounded it. It served as a haunting testament to the fleeting nature
Dahlia shakes her head, unfazed, and states— "Your hubris I cannot allow to spread. Though demons vie for power, I guard the just." A look then passes, knowing, between two— One seeks chaos, the other harmony. An eternal clash of light and dark ensues.
[art by Michael Kaluta] A pale demonic woman, draped in billowing white robes that whisper like ghosts, stands with black curved horns reaching skyward. Her delicate face, adorned with carmine lips, exudes a silent melody of sorrow and power. Intricately detailed and complex, she embodies contradictions of delicacy and strength, nightmarish yet ethereal. With each graceful step, she leaves ripples in reality, surrounded by swirling eldritch energies that mirror her unearthly nature.
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