Bloody-Disgusting Presents: Late Sunsets, Early Sunrises-Meet ‘Angel-Eyes’!

Every week leading up to the release of the first ever Bloody-Disgusting.com exclusive comic book title, “Late Sunsets Early Sunrises”, we are bring you world premier photos and conceptual art from the story before it goes on sale (and for free download for registered BD members) in August. We have already introduced you to Victor ‘Viggy’ Myers, and Butch Orlofsky, two of three deadly bodyguards that serve under The Don. Well today we have your first look at the most deadly of all The Don’s men, Angel-Eyes! From the minds of up and coming creative team of writer/creator Theo Scheresky and artist Idiceanu Mihai, comes the first ever exclusive comic mini-series from Bloody-Disgusting.com. “Late Sunsets, Early Sunrises” is a story of death, damnation, and a man’s struggle to recapture not only his lost love, but his own humanity.

ANGEL-EYES

Of all the people left in Lost Vegas, the homeless, the deformed, the drifters, and the vagrants-there is no man in the city more mysterious than Angel-Eyes. Little is known about the life of The Don’s most trusted henchman before he became a frightful whisper in the ears of everyone in Lost Vegas, and the only thing that can be said for sure is that no one, no matter your level of power, wants to be on the bad side of this man.

Many rumors have floated around Lost Vegas since The Don rose to power with Angel-Eyes at his side. Some have said that Angel-Eyes was Black-Ops before the war left him with no country to show allegiance to. Others have made the presumption that he is actually The Don’s son, raised in a life of crime and hardship into one of the most feared killing machines left on Earth. But depending on who you ask you will get a different story every time. Likely, the most possible of all these being that The Don made a deal with The Devil for power, and what he was given was Angel-Eyes. It might seem crazy to you, but in a world like this Devils are more common than you might think.

One of the few things that we DO know about the assassin is that his name (irony aside) was given to him for two reasons. The first are those brightly colored green orbs that he calls eyes. Mind you that no one ever sees the man with those damned black sunglasses on his head, but his eyes seem to shine through the things. To glow…The second reason is the most important to remember because it is vital to your survival, and that is simply that when his glasses do come off you can be certain that they will be the last things you’ll see before he delivers you to the angels.

A lot of people around town will say (real low mind you) that if it weren’t for Angel-Eyes that The Don wouldn’t be as powerful as he is today. It’s true that the man’s right hand seems to be his left one and both legs, too…but I would dare anyone to try and test that theory.

Bloody-Disgusting.com Presents: Late Sunsets, Early Sunrises

WRITTEN BY: Theo Scheresky
ILLUSTRATIONS BY: Idiceanu Mihai

Set in a time in the not so distant future where most of the planet has been ravaged by World War 3 and the resulting nuclear fallout. Much of the planet is left barren and uninhabitable, and those that were ‘lucky’ enough to make it out of the cities that were touched by the ash are burnt, deformed, or worse.

There are no governments, no rulers, no presidents, no politicians or principalities. Rape, robbery, and murder are no longer just fears in the back of one’s mind but morbid guarantees to those that do not protect themselves accordingly. The only rules are those set forth by those that have the most drugs, and as a result, the most money.

One such man is The Don. A man who controls the mostly dead remains of the graveyard that used to be Vegas. Everything and everyone in the town of ‘Lost Vegas’ is owned by The Don and his men: the psychotic rockabilly punk Viggy, the hulking muscle Butch, and the quiet beautiful man named Angel Eyes. Together these men keep the inhabitants of Lost Vegas controlled with heroine and the threat of an execution order with your name on it. Seemingly the only weakness in The Don’s armor is his wife, Meghan. Beautiful and as majestic to the world now as a cold soda or a warm bath, Meghan is seemingly one of the few untainted and untarnished creatures left in Lost Vegas.

Will Morris is the gardener of The Don’s estate, a handsome and innocent young orphan who is simply trying to survive long enough to earn the money to run away to Missouri where people say that the air is good and the sounds of birds are not just recordings on the old videos. These are the things of Will’s dreams. That is until he sets eyes on Meghan, and she on him.

So sets the scene for the star-crossed love of two people born into a world that has forgotten the meaning of the word. A small piece of paper slipped under a door and sealed with a kiss that reads “Meet Me At The Ruby Slipper”.

A bride dressed in her finest wedding gown in the back of a dimly lit strip club and a suitcase full of stolen cash. A gardener with just the clothes on his back. Together they race through the desert hand in hand towards Missouri, leaving Sin City behind to be together forever.

Until they are run off the dirt road by a black Cadillac and out steps a lover scorned and his men. The two are brutally beaten by The Don and his men and then forced to kneel at the barrel of a gun. The last thing that Will will ever see with his soul intact is the flash of red that exploded from the forehead of Meghan before the deafening sound of thunder that pulled the curtains down on his life echoed through the cascading red hills of the Nevada desert.

Will awakens face down in the sand. A smoking hole occupying the back of his scalp, but besides that no evidence of the events that occurred before he blacked out are visible. Adding to the confusion is the cabin standing against all reason before him, a thick cloud of dark smoke rising from its stack. The door is open. The Gardener stumbles into the house of The Hermit, a shriveled and tired looking old man who might have seen much in his time, but one could not tell with how deep his eyes have sunk back into his skull. He offers Will a seat with the reassuring calm of a grandfather offering the same to his grandchild.

Then the offer comes. The Hermit tells him that Meghan is dead, with the scorpions crawling up and down the very same curves that he once caressed beneath the sheets of his bed. According to The Hermit, The Gardener himself is dead as well, but there is a chance of that changing. IF he says yes that is.

The offer is this: take the lives of 99 evil men so that The Hermit may ‘take what is rightfully’ his and he will give Will back his dearly departed lover good as new. In order to carry out his end of the deal The Hermit promises that he will provide the young man with all the tools necessary. These are the stipulations and these are the rules. There is no negotiation nor is there room to question.

Will agrees. Will is damned.

So begins the story of death, damnation, and morality that is the final days of Will Morris’ soul. For when he awakens Will is less of a man and more of a monster. A monster that cannot step into the sun directly without searing the flesh from his bones and boiling the impossibly stilled blood in his veins. A monster with a hunger for revenge and death that will stop at nothing until its debt is paid in full. A monster that becomes less human by the day, seeming to put a terrible deadline on Will’s contract.

It’s time to go back to sin city. It’s time to get revenge. It’s time for blood to flow.

“Bloody-Disgusting.com Presents: Late Sunsets, Early Sunrises” Issue #1 (of 6) Will Be Available This August! (MSRP-$3.99 Or As A Free Web-Comic Download For Registered BD Users)