Maddoog Serffkilla, the "Butcher," looks down from his castle ramparts watching the latest peasant revolt playout below.
His warriors make short work of the revolting commoners. They show no mercy on the peasants for they are as ruthless as their master, the Butcher. They must be, or they will be the first to feel his clawed blades on their flesh and joints.
After the carnage the Butcher returns to his fortress with the few survivors, soon they will give him the names of their ring leaders and their families. The he will truly earn his title as he slowly renders their flesh from their bones to feed to his Hell Hounds.
When he is done it will be sometime before his cowed peasants again disturb his rest with their next futile revolt.
For he has the ear of the Darks Powers and fear on his side...for now...
The Beast is a plastic piece I painted in March.
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