demon knight

This piece of such confidence in it focus and intensity of expression is ridden with a force of gravity and density.  The supple lighting on the body adds a supple innocence to the implements of disaster and demise, hints of plushness and flesh here too, created by shading and lighting devise, masking with a swaddling lustre the leaden sultriness of every metallic bulge.  The augments of applicable force and weight, density and gravity touch upon the almost sympathetic appeal to the daunting character -- no, really.  All this hard and glancing surface area makes him artlessly beguiling.  An oxymoron in the flesh.  Winsome.  And with the weight and force suggested, the addictive density compels one to empathize with this point of interest, pulls one toward this point of focus and topples one with the power possessed by this bracing male.  Such fatal grasp of intimidating depth and power is signaled in this rapturous moment, a glance in observance of this presence and the many events of seduction or brutality to come.  Lovely sentiment, that.  It all ties together with a purity -- of technique anyway, the demonstration of deadliness given.  Such purity of fatality and death, both in irresistible form.