The following commission was placed in a series of artists' hands over the last several months, all of whom either chickened out at how many panels there were (forty-one!) or gave some other excuse to get out of doing it. It happened so frequently, I was beginning to despair that I wouldn't have this idea realized.

But then, someone directed me to the amazing  WeWo, who was more than accommodating to me and, despite the amount of work this commission would take, showed that he was more than up to the challenge and would not chicken out. I thank him greatly for months of work and am glad that, after all of this time, I can finally share this with all of you!

This eight-part commission stars my Keepers deuteragonist, Jobe, and Antonio Dominguez, the villain from  da-parrot-masta's "The Date." Antonio has left our world and now come to the Keepers' world, Aterea, to start over. But that doesn't mean that he hasn't stopped doing what he likes doing best.

Preying on innocent fellow humans. . . .

Jobe had no idea as to who this mysterious person was, but he could clearly see from his skin color that he was not an Aterean. And he could also see that this man was incredibly large. He must've been eight or nine feet tall to Jobe's five feet and nine inches. He also had no clue why he'd called him "dinner," but if he meant it in the literal sense, then he was unwilling to become as such. He'd already faced off with the evil cannibalistic Aterean named Brutus Benson, and he wasn't about to face another cannibal.
The Keeper of Light immediately began to struggle in Antonio's grip, trying to break free of his grip and run away. But Antonio was too strong, too determined, and too hungry. He grinned in satisfaction as he tightened his grip on Jobe's arms, squeezing them as he held them in place, preventing his escape.
Then, seeing as how Jobe had no chance of breaking free, he picked him up and held him bridal-style, as though he were a groom carrying his new bride over the threshold. He stared right into the eyes of his prey, smiling in almost a happy-go-lucky manner, while Jobe looked completely desperate to get away.
"Let me go!" Jobe demanded, kicking his legs frantically in Antonio's grip. "Put me down! Release me at once!"
He privately cursed himself for leaving his flute behind, realizing immediately that he should've held onto it just in case this precise situation occurred.
Still smiling and basically ignoring the demands of his meal-to-be, Antonio carried Jobe a little ways through the park. But he only needed to go a short distance before he found the perfectly place to eat: a park bench.
He sat down on the bench, still carrying his prey, and got comfortable. Then, he turned to Jobe, who looked at him almost fearfully now, and looked him over again. He licked his lips hungrily, saying, "Mmm. . . . You look quite delicious."

Part two of my commission by  WeWo_.