“You! You’re…a monster!” a chocolate cake cried as he hung painfully from the chains attached to the chamber’s ceiling.
“Not as though I haven’t heard worse,” McCrea sneered reaching into his favourite tool box of torture devices.
“I don’t see how you can condemn those to Hell when you, of all people, are probably the most Hell bound yourself!” the cake continued, trying to get a last word in before he met his fate.
That’s when the onion stopped. Whipping around, his hair flying madly, he spat in the cake face, “Hell? HELL?! You know NOTHING of Hell!”
The cake was beginning to regret his words now as McCrea’s cold blue eyes met his soft brown ones, “No one knows of Hell more than I! I have experienced far more than you think I have! You wanna see Hell? I’LL show you Hell!”
Slapping his hair out of his face with a slash of his bony hand , his turned the right side of his face closely to the cake, showing the scar on his eye, “You see that? That’s a little piece of Hell.”
“Did you have a nice childhood?” McCrea continued. “One without pain or misery? One with a mother who loved you? You weren’t gazed upon as a bastard child, unwanted?”
“N-n-no,” the cake stuttered. “I…”
He was cut off as McCrea yelled, “Well, there’s another little slice of Hell! But do you really wanna see what Hell looks like?”
“I…” the cake continued, only to be cut off again.
“I’LL show you what HELL looks like!” McCrea screamed. Snatching the side of his robe, he ripped it open, pulling his bony arms free of it. As the top of his robe fell to his waistline, his horrifically scarred torso was exposed for all to see.
The cake gasped looking at all the horrible scars, all them being deep and painful looking. Panting, McCrea continued, “THIS is what HELL looks like!”
Taking his robe and pulling it back up over his shoulders and buttoning it he spat, “You have no IDEA what Hell is like…”
He then turned back to his tool box. Pulling out his favourite dagger with a smile and turning back to his victim he added, “Until now…”



Ugh. T_T While my drawing quantity is good, my drawing quality...not so much. I wanted to draw McCrea being evil though, darn it! I reveled too much of his past at once, making him seem nicer. Well, he's not! He's absolutely evil now, and he's never going back. So there. XD

Also, excuse that lens flare. T_T I tried to make his knife cooler, didn't realize the correct way to use the lens flare, then saved and closed it before I was able to go back and fix my error. Sorry.