Hieronymus dreams of Hell as Long Stephen described it. I thought I'd do this as one page even though it is three shots, as things run together in dreams like that. I was thinking about how so many medieval depictions of Hell are about being eaten or entering a Hellmouth, so Hieronymus seems to be crawling through some digestive guts while being bitten by strange spiders.
I wonder if Long Stephen was always so long or if eons in a place like this changed him into the man his is today.










