As far as I can remember, the title for this came from a lyric from a song by HIM. Don't really remember which one... Anyway. This poor little creature doesn't have much of a story yet. So far, Radlin was at one time servant to a very reputable mage. After fifteen years of a bit more than simple service, (*cough*) said mage was found murdered in his home, and Radlin lying in the corner, covered in blood and sobbing. Radlin was imprisoned for murder, but disappeared two days following his capture. Mind, no one knew that this man - who has yet to have a name, thanks - had begun to teach his smallest charge - and lover - several subtle techniques. But the craft learned from his master remined unrefined, dangerous, even...though Radlin had no part in his lover's murder. Quite insane now, Radlin has become a slave yet again - to his own efforts in bringing his deceased partner back to life. Hey. I think I like that...even though it was the barest, most awfully-worded description possible. Hrm. Oh. Prismacolor on watercolor paper, edited in Photoshop 7. Helpful criticism appreciated.