Mortimer Francesco Blufild
"May these flames ever immortal... their power known to all and understood by few...
How long had he been walking? Well he honestly couldn't give an answer to his mental quandary. With how dark everything was, it was so hard to really tell just what time it was. Braving a walk onto the sidewalks, he looked about in curiosity as he noted the strangely few people about. Aside from his angels, there were at most a dozen people walking around. This was supposed to be one of the more busier parts of town! "It would seem I have missed much in my preparations..."
Fortunately, he was passing an electronics store with a turned on tv in the window. Currently playing was a special report about the rash of recent deaths. There had been bombings, several murders, and it seems several people had been mauled by animals. "... This kind of stuff happens and they call me insane? Isn't that crazy?" He was speaking of course to one of his angels, who appeared to be nothing more than thin air to passerbys. "Perhaps it was the others who have caused this... I still cannot believe they would put me in there with a bunch of sadists, psychopaths, and villains. All because of some slander!"
Shaking his head and making a tsk sound, he continued walking along. "Yes... It would be best to wait... Allow her to get used to it... then I shall make another eternally beautiful." Nodding to some unseen speaker, he moved into an alley. Already in his mind he had a target in mind, and now he could take his time preparing for this one. Perhaps he would be able to make two portraits before it was time. "That would be perfect... Yes... It has been some time since I have drawn him... Oh she will be drawn soon enough. Always nagging me to draw her. How can I choose so easily between such beautiful subjects?"
May they show me the path I wish... and cleanse me and this world of its sickness."