My entry for the contest Good vs Evil by Wacom.
I really hope this gets some attention, I put in a /lot/ of work for this.
I think these are how long I spent on each thing:
~Rough sketch: 3-4 days of thinking and 1-2 hours drawing.
~Black Lines: 1-2 Hours?
~Basic coloring: 1 hour
~shading: 4 hours over a few days.

NOTES:
Alright. Before anyone gets pissy about this, this is in the Burning Times. When "witches" were burned by the christians. Thats my idea for this, the christians are burning a beautiful angelic witch, who only praticed the good arts.

At that time, all Pagans/Wiccans/etc were persacuted(sp?) because they chose to not follow "God", and so, they got burned.

this is my oppnion only, but I believe that trying to erradicate ALL forms of witchcraft and other religions was a bad idea, because it only gave the christians a bad name. They murdered to keep the "holy god" in glory, and many religions still murder today(They are fighting for the "Holy Land").

Her invisible wings are falling off while she burns, damning her to walk this earth and not travel to the afterlife, wherever that may be. The chirstians are the dark, and the witch is the light.


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Story behind the art:

WARNING! LANGUAGE!

I never believed in their god. I always believed in the pagan gods and goddess's, and look where its gotten me! I never used black magick, and they burned me for being a good little pagan. Fuck it all!

They got me when I was out in the forest. I was collecting dried herbs for my mother. She was a high priestess, and I was to be the next in line. Soon, soon, soon. But those damned Christians found me in my circle of peace, My PENTAGRAM for fucks sake! They dragged me back home, and forced my mother to watch me burn.

First, though, they made be fast for three days and nights... It was torture in its purest forms, just because of predujice(sp?), and I wanted to murder but, I knew it would come back at me 3-fold. I didn't want to feel the pain while I was burning alive... I hoped, and I prayed to the god and goddess that it would be painless...

On the fourth day, the dragged me to the cross. They bound me to it and soon, lit fire with a bundle of sage at my feet. It was painful, to say the least. I cried until my last breath, curing them all to burn the way I was in their so called hell. I wish they had drowned me, instead. But, now, I am here, an angry spirit.. Thats all I am now.

Now, I watch my mother as a spirit. I see her go to church every day and pretend shes christian, Catholic, whatever. She doesn't want to end up like I did, and well, I dont want her either. I love her too much for that.