Demon's Retreat

“It’s a vile thing, that fortress.” The knight snarled glaring down from his ledge over looking the valley. The rising moon momentarily illuminated the castle, as he struggled with his rage. ”The castle and its master are the source of the blight upon my homeland. Whatever creatures inside will meet my blade, and I throw the citadel down brick by brick.”

He unsheathed his sword, and held it toward the dark spires clawing at the moon, his resolve was firm and his anger terrible. A howl broke from the ravine below, and the knight saw shapes bounding forward in the darkness. His heart racing, and his sword demanding blood, he charged down.
It had begun.

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I'm getting rusty, and i wanted to paint something, so I went back to something I doodle a lot of.
Supermoon/castles. I need to get some more paints, I have like four colors and a few black and white tubes.
It's showing.
Subject is entirely Castlevania's fault.
Acrylic on Masonite
2013
Ageaus

*This is for Sale.