Please don't kill me... again

Level 0.
A god, they called me... and in some way I probably was one.

Their traditional weapons didn't work against me. Their swords, guns, and even those metheon bullets couldn't penetrate the energy field I carried with me. 'The endless' was how those scientists referred to me, as I didn't need food or even water to stay alive, just light. And even the light of my own core was enough to perpetually fuel me. For a while I was indeed invincible, but I should've known better. Those humans wouldn't tolerate a being like me. The mere thought of the existence of a god instilled enough fear in them to fuel their need for destruction. They wanted to kill me. They came up with new weapons, more powerful ones. Those dreaded pins that would paralyze my powers for at least a while, long enough for them to blast me to pieces. 

I think it was about then that I learned I could not die.

They could damage me, mutilate my body and bleed me dry, but I would never die. Even if my body was completely blast to pieces, I would just lose consciousness, regain it and wake up in a new body while still breathing heavily from the nightmare that I just woke up from. It scared me. Over and over again. They killed me just so I could wake up again. Rinse and repeat. Like infinite nightmares...  

So.... I've been writing 160+ pages over the last month (productivity much ) and I decided I wanted to do some more story-related art for my Emion project.
I really love the Anima storyline. It's messed up, but in a good way.

The character is named Anima. You can read more about him here.


I'm off doing more story art now.
Also... gotta work on those character sheets

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