White as pus by @katedagg (Kate Dagger)

He is as old as pain, and lurks in the shadows. In his smile die millions. Filth and disease coat his skin. The cries of the ill are his laughter. Where he walks, men fall burning with fever. His breath is sickness, and his shadow is death. He is Pestilence, Rider of the Apocalypse. Artwork © Copyright 2002 Kate Dagger