Last Hours of Silas I. Addison

This pic is the result of discussing her headcanon backstory for Saix with me, and me fangirling it. XD Somewhat connected to the short fic I once wrote hinting at the Others for Organization members VII through XII; this one is for Saix.

Silas Israel Addison, war veteran and generally "good soldier", goes out hunting with his buddies around the tail end of February. The night after shooting a doe out on the meadow (its fawn got away), his camp is attacked by a horde of demons with bright yellow eyes. Despite the strange multicolored fires growing on the horizon, like any good soldier, he grabs his shotgun and starts shooting every monster in sight. When he runs out of bullets and his knife breaks, he pulls up a club-like sword left by one of the big black devils, and starts bashing in anything that dares come near him.

That is, until Chernabog shows up.

You can see the original sketch for this pic in scraps, here: [link]

(And holy crap, I've totally fallen in love with this kind of lineless coloring. *_*)