Here's the story: A Saturday night dance in the village of Hårga in Sweden. The younger villagers wanted to keep dancing even after midnight, but only one man was willing to play for them. He played his violin and the young villagers danced. And danced. And danced. Unable to stop. The man with the violin walked out of the dance hall and the villagers followed. He walked out of the village and up to the Hårga mountain, where the villagers were forced to keep dancing until nothing was left of them but empty skulls. To this day you can see the circle from the dancing people in the stone. Dancing on a Sunday is a sin...This gruesome Swedish folktale has always fascinated me, and this drawing has taken years to finish (like most of my work, I'm afraid). At first I wanted to make the Devil a hideous old man, but then decided it was much more fun to make him young and beautiful.