Astero-art

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Còmic page: a medic (Mercurio) is trying to reach inside a patient's (LaFey) chest to do a medical procedure. LaFey wakes up suddenly, with Mercurio's hand still inside. In a fast movement, mercurio crushes LaFey's neck back to the table, so he can continue with the life saving procedures.
A black and white illustration of a demon besides a car with the door open, leaning into the vehicle. He is wearing a relatively modern outfit, with eyeliner and slick back hair while his wings, filled with striped patterns and eyes imitating those of butterflies, are displayed open. The sky is completely dark, but some stars are shining.
A man with tattoos and piercings stands under a ghost sheet, holding a camera and a torch. The ground is full of war debris, barbed wire and tombstones. The ghost is holding a torch while having given the other to the human, one representing compulsion and the other one passion. Behind both the ghost and the human, there is a floating apple, eaten, only the core left, with six bullets and three black stars floating around. "I have been playing a new character in Kult, Divinity Lost for a few months and finally I've made a big ass core piece for him. A war photographer, a tattoo artist, a magician of free will. He is a violent crash between the reality of living in 1930 and cracking modernity, working through depictions of death, passing and grotesque imagery. Now, his breath has the smell of a just-started-decaying corpse, sweet and flowery, possessed by compulsion and passion. This artwork is not only reflective of the character's lore, but as well as the original Tarot Togarini card and the classical The Magician classical Tarot card."
Oc: Gael. A man that has been transformed into a ritual idol. His chest is open in the shape of a heart, showing the ribcage and a small cross engraved on the sternum. His arms have no flesh and are just bone. "There is something haunting about my flesh. From birth it had belonged to God. I hear his voice in my head, reprimanding time and time again that my body is His possession, yet I managed to give away my bones. I dreamt of sainthood, of going down to hell and back, only to return to a life that I don't recognise. "
A long haired knight kneels alongside his sword, holdin it stabbed towards the ground . Behind his back his name, Godrick, floats over white background. His body partially covers the "rick" part of the name, leaving only "God" as the most visible side.
A priest leans over a table, resting his right arm. He is dressed in the liturgical clothes used in baptism. Off to his right of the table there is a gun, seemingly untouched but facing forward. Slightly to his left, a chalice. The priest is wearing sunglasses, vaguely covering a scar over his right eye and behind his head there is a flimsy, sharp and spiky halo. On the wall behind him some of the pices of the liturgical cloth are nailed to the wall, keeping him in place, yet he does not seem bothered by it. On top, a small, black cross glued to the wall. Said wall is starting to show sings of corrosion, but there is a picture frame still hanging there, with an old photo.
Two hands pressed over a man wearing a red-wine suit. One of his hand reaches to the other man, the one who is pressing his suit lapels, to hold him and rest his fingers over the black suit. None of the faces are visible. Both wear wedding rings.