'Equally tranquil was the Slayer, who posed with a brand of honor pressed upon his fist and features, which sat on a knee with sword slightly settled upon his thigh. His gaze was cold, set with calm indifference beneath a tightened brow, and stared upon the life to which he made a corpse, and finding no emotions on which to call upon. Not a single droplet formed within his eyes, not even a grain of madness played upon the lips, for he was beyond all to even care.' The Atrocity of Evil. Here is Reskil, the assassin, the prince with a vanished throne, the Slayer...created with a pencil, inked, then colored in Adobe 2.0 Copyright, text and character, me.