Emma K. Jacobsson

Writer, storyteller, dreamer.

[darthakopyan]

have no idea why I can’t add this information here, so I’ll save my Substack account details in Notes instead

Emma K. Jacobsson | Substack

Here, you’ll find deep dives into how old gods became demons, alongside breakdowns of storytelling mechanics and the craft behind building

https://substack.com/@worldofmessing

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Day 1 of my Goetia series: the demon of creativity exists, and he’s a poet.

Phenex, 37th Marquis of Hell, appears as a phoenix and speaks in a child’s voice. The grimoires say he’s an excellent poet who sings sweetly — and that he hopes, after 1,200 years, to return to Heaven. A demon writing verses in exile, waiting to be forgiven.

Here’s the twist: the word “demon” comes from the Greek daimon, which simply meant an inspiring spirit. Socrates had one. The Romans called it genius. Your muse and your demon used to be the same job.

So next time inspiration strikes at night, be polite. You don’t know which one showed up☕️🖤

[darthakopyan]

Do it. Proceed.

I know, you are tired. Yes, they are actively pulling you down.

But I believe in you.

If you give up now, we will never see your great work.

So keep going.

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Fiction doesn’t accuse, it recognizes.

Say the name aloud, and people defend, explain, deflect. But a story slips in through the ribs. You can’t argue with a mirror.

That’s why we need fantasy. A dragon is never a dragon. A demon is never a demon. The real monsters are human portraits - no name in life, only in fiction.

And sometimes, that mirror looks back at you.

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I remember how once, long ago, I used to write in LiveJournal — fantasy stories, thoughts, whatever came. I had many followers, but do you know what actually made me keep writing? A letter. A private message from a girl whose name I never knew, whose face I never saw. She wrote: What you write has helped me so much. Thank you for writing. Please keep going, it saves me every day.

I remember sitting at my computer, crying, and making a promise to a person I had never met , that I would keep writing.

Maybe that is what we are here for. To write. To save at least one soul, if we can.

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Every book begins with a tiny act of faith. A blank page. A single sentence. A voice that whispers, “What if?” Most people never hear it.

Writers do.

We follow that little whisper into forests that don’t exist, cities that were never built, and conversations between people who have never lived.

And somehow, if we’re lucky, we come back carrying a story.

That’s my favorite kind of magic. ✨

[academia-lucifer]

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[darthakopyan]

No way this applies to you when you don’t even believe in yourself

«No way this applies to you — ‘I am the bright morning star.’ (Rev. 22:16)”

[darthakopyan]

Have you ever heard about this?

Interesting fact:

Pope Gregory XIII simply deleted 10 days from history. Folks went to sleep on October 4th and woke up on October 15th.

You can check it on your smartphone calendar, by the way))))

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«Io sono la Radice e la progenie di Davide, la lucente stella del mattino» AP 22:16

So Jesus literally calls himself…Lucifer…

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@academia-lucifer

[darthakopyan]

Hah so cool to find the articles like these in moment of your creation of fantasy book about Lucifer!

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The stories we write are often just maps back to the people we used to be.

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«I want someone who doesn’t care about my body, my money, or my mind — someone who wants my soul»

“Do you understand that you just described the Devil?”

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History called her a demon. Perhaps she was simply the first woman who said no.

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There is a contradiction on the very first page of the Bible. Not page fifty, not buried in Deuteronomy — the first page. Chapter One tells us God created humankind as male and female, both at once, from the same material. Chapter Two, which begins almost immediately after, introduces Eve: a woman made from Adam’s rib, built on demand because it turned out he was lonely. Two women, one text, zero explanation.

Any editor worth her red pen would have caught this. But it wasn’t an accident, it was two separate documents, from two different traditions, stitched together sometime in the fifth century BCE by scribes who apparently decided that internal consistency was less important than preserving both sources. Scholars call these the Priestly source and the Jahwist. Theologians call it sacred mystery. I call it what happens when you don’t reread before publishing.

The question that troubled me for years: who was the first woman? Chapter One names the man, Adam, but the woman remains unnamed. She simply disappears between the chapters, as quietly as a character the author decided not to develop.

Her name, as it turns out, is Lilith.

#Lilith #MythologyMonday #DarkFantasy #SerialFiction #Substack #UrbanFantasy #WomensHistory #BiblicalMyth #Folklore #Demons #WritingCommunity #FlorenceItaly

[darthakopyan]

System: Lucifer has been added to the chat

System: Lucifer has left the chat

System: Lucifer has been added to the group by force

System: Lucifer has left the group

Gabriel: Perhaps we should send a dove with a summons? He’s clearly committed to sabotage.

Michael: One moment. I’ll try via direct message.

[Direct Messages: Michael ↔ Lucifer]

Michael: Don’t be difficult.

Lucifer: Or what? You’ll cast me out again? Been there. Thank you for the excellent real estate in the Lower Realms, by the way.

Michael: This is serious.

Lucifer: I can’t. Infernal cold. Coughing sparks.

Michael: You can type, though.

Lucifer: Oh, so you’re completely indifferent to the fact that I may be dying here? You archangels really are heartless.

Michael: You cannot die, fall ill, or suffer. You’re an angel — fallen, yes, but an angel nonetheless. The Spheres don’t care about your body temperature. For heaven’s sake.

Lucifer: You feathered lot know so little about devils.

Michael: Firstly, you’re feathered too, I feel I should point out. Secondly, have some decency. This matters. Do you think I enjoy tracking you down across the entirety of Creation?

Lucifer: Actually — how do you have my number?

Michael: I’ll be waiting for you in the chat.

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@academia-lucifer

[darthakopyan]

Hah so cool to find the articles like these in moment of your creation of fantasy book about Lucifer!

[darthakopyan]

Why Messing?

Because every writer already has a Crowley.

And because Wolf Messing allegedly escaped prisons, fooled dictators, read minds, and terrified skeptics.

If Lucifer needed a human alias, I couldn’t think of a better one.

Crowley was an occultist.

Wolf Messing was a legend.