After the first battle between Good and Evil, the angels realized there was no turning back to the times when both sides were pure. The elder retreated to the high tower, with red blood dripping from his white hand. It was not his own, it was devil blood and he felt dirty at the thought. Desperately, he tried to wipe it with his white cloth but it only made things worse. Finally he gave up and accepted that everything was irreversible. In the stillness of the long night to come he whispered to himself: "Paradise is lost."
And the War had only begun.
__this painting is about the loss of innocence, the realization that pure good and evil are a child's dream and the impact it has on the inner world
painting in Photoshop
my other entries for the contest [link]