Vile Child

Some time ago, I had an idea for a story set in Hell. Well, the residential part of Hell. The 9 circles we all know and love are like Hell's industrial district. Anyhow, the story would focus on a couple of particular demons trying to find something more in their horrible world. I've adapted and readapted this kernel of an idea over the years, but I suddenly felt like revisiting this old world.
Here we have Stray. His character had changed quite a lot in my mind, so it's hardly worth going into. Suffice to say, he belongs to a caste of demon who spend their entire existences looking like children. They're viciously carnivorous and frighteningly pretty. The largest population live in the Hell ghetto of Arcade: a vast, bleak warren of twisting alleys and filthy tenements, packed suffocatingly-close together. The entire district is in a constant state of revelry, caught up in endless childrens games that lie uneasily between merriment and warfare. The streets are littered with trampled candy and soiled bandages, and forever patrolled by hungry packs of razor-toothed children, their eyes gleaming with predatory coldness.
I should do a picture of it sometime...
HB pencil, brush pen and white-out pen on sketchbook paper.