Moloch: The Return

Hey all!
I've been really starving for a new idea lately, and, as it usually happens, I've gone to an old idea. This being in fact the first piece of art I ever put on deviantart. Here, we have an old character for whom I feel a great dear of fondness: Moloch, the black fire of Tophet, besmeared in blood and parent's tears. I wrote a short story years ago with Moloch as my main character. I turned him into a tragic figure, lost in today's age, barely surviving off of sacrifices made to himself. My original Moloch concept was a little more gothic than this new incarnation. In many old images, Moloch is a giant brass bull, serving as an oven in which children as cooked in sacrifice. I've incorporated the bull imagery into his shoulder pads, but the main image I went with was children and fire. Moloch's head is made from an enlarged child's skull, it's mouth stitched shut to compensate for a lack of teeth, and to add to the terror of his appearance. The bulls on his shoulders are slick with cooked blood and burnt grease. His body is that of the purely childhood bogey-man; his long limbs, embalmed in human hair and the feathers of carrion crows, are a terror to behold. His nails, sharper than flint knives, pluck at the dreams of innocents as they sleep and invite them to make grim sacrifices in his name. Held within his wicked clawed ribs is his fire, used to burn away the life of sacrifices so that their fear might flow through his dry veins like cancerous blood.
Moloch haunts the dark and desperate parts of the world, where hunger and poverty give way to madness and desperation. There, his clutching ribs find easy pray that may be consumed in the wretched fire of Moloch's heart. Moloch feeds on the tears of desperation and he, in turn, weeps for his victims with dessicated eyes that have not shut since the age of man began. He must survive, but he has no love or hate for his victims. He feels only pity for the frail bodies know nourish his corrupt spirit. Moloch desires to continue existing, and knows not why only the burnt flesh of children nourish him, and he has no desire to learn. He simply feeds, and weeps.
Anyhow, hope you like it :)