This illustration was an idea I had late one night. I daydream a lot when I'm tired. Anyhow, I started thinking about the idea of the 'angel'. I thought of wings, a peaceful expression...long, flowing hair of shimmering gold, blah blah blah. And I realized how BORING that all really is. I also thought that if God, as a vengeful and infallible being, created his own special 'team', they'd have a little more muscle. My angel is serious. It regrets the things it must do, but performs the requested tasks with precision. It is almost super-hero-esque, and possesses the Stigmata, or the Wounds of Christ. The crown of thorns, the whip marks, puncture wounds in the sides from spears and holes in the hands and feet where the nails held Him. This probably isn't a very pleasant image...but I'd rather have something like this meeting the murderers of the world than a blond-haired, blue-eyed, sweet-voiced specimen.