Wagner had yet again evaded Azazel and on the run yet again, thinking he was going to get away this time. It was all a game to Azazel who tracked his every move easy and just let him have his false hope. Wagner had been out for weeks happy, he even found a local artist with whom he enjoyed their art from afar. They painted the plague and macabre stuff and he enjoyed it. They had an eye for the gruesome, a beautiful way of capturing the dead. Wagner was defiantly thinking he found his new fledgling. He loved art … Continue reading The Painter