I stay up each and every night, remembering this alluring stench of withered, rotting flesh. The simmering, passionate red glow within the empty sockets of your eyes remind me of the Hellfire that burns in my heart for you. In my bed I lay, tossing and turning, feeling far too warm in my own skin. I long for your icy cold embrace.
I cannot have you here beside me, my dearest Lich Nagash. My need for you must be fulfilled in some way, so I drew for you this piece of art. I was up all night, drawing from memory your terrifying visage.
I hope I did the horror of your appearance the injustice it deserves.
P.S: I Less Than Three You Bud!
P.S.S: Angels > All. Discuss.
As if I'd ever love Nagash. This is to lull him into a false sense of security! I in no way have any feelings for a foul undead Lich. As a member of the holy order of angels, I will cleanse the world of every undead filth that permeates these lands. The sooner I can unleash the wrath of my god in a fiery beam of righteousness upon their entire race, the better.