18 Recent Deviations
Draw Me Like One Of Your French Girls"Are you finished yet, Fury?"Draw Me Like One Of Your French Girls by PloverKey
An uncharacteristic giggle rose from the plume of hair behind the canvas, "Almost."
"You said that half an hour ago. I swear, you're doing this just to spite me now." Death groaned.
Fury clucked her tongue in admonishment, "I told you that I intended to collect the full payment. Now be quiet and let me work."
Death couldn't really remember why he ended up in this risqué position. Or rather, which bet it was exactly that his sister was collecting on. For all he knew, it could have been on any number of them that they had made in their periods of boredom. Oh! What a mistake that was...
Not that they had much to do at the moment. Fury came to him one morning telling him that she intended on collecting on some bet that she had won between the four of them. He shrugged and went with it thinking that he might as well get it over with; whatever it was, couldn't be that bad.
Then she told him to strip off all his clothing and lay on the couch that was set up
Seven sealsThe First Seal--Rider on White HorseSeven seals by TheFourHorseman1990
1 Then I saw when the Lamb broke one of the seven seals, and I heard one of the four living creatures saying as with a voice of thunder, "Come."
2 I looked, and behold, a white horse, and he who sat on it had a bow; and a crown was given to him, and he went out conquering and to conquer.
1 Then I saw heaven opened, and behold the white horse! The one sitting on it is called Faithful and True, and righteousness he judges and makes war. His eyes are like a flame of fire, and on his head are omany diadems, and he has name written that no one knows but himself. He is clothed in robe dipped in blood, and the name by which he is called is The Word of God. And the armies of heaven, sarrayed in fine linen, white and pure, twere following him on white horses. From his mouth comes a sharp sword with which to strike down the nations, and whe will rule them with a rod of iron. He will tread the winepress of the fury of the wrath of God the Almighty. On his robe
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