Really enjoyed @ender-punk’s Demonic Warden designs, so I wanted to sketch one myself!
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Really enjoyed @ender-punk’s Demonic Warden designs, so I wanted to sketch one myself!
Ask blog intro - The Balladeer
The far outskirts of Ryeham gaze on in their silence as the fields of wheat sway in Autumn's breeze.. The clattering of cow and sheep bells a distant yet clear echo, and with them, a ghostly tune.
"When you hear the rattle of heavy copper bells, the soft ringing of wistful longing, and the tapping of wood on ground rhythmic– Know, beware,
of the Demon dancer roaming nearby.
For the Boogieman, will lead you astray."
Two hands move- one clawed and one not, gestures shifting in a flow of muted language only the urban legend knows.
'But that's just hearsay, right?' A weary sigh from under the Tired mask. 'People really do tend to accuse of evil what they don't understand. Don't worry though– I don't bite at all.' A strained smile wan and slightly wry, face shifted to Happy once more. 'The most I can do is smack you with my staff, honestly– If you give me a reason to.'
The Missing lifts his stick– Tap-Tap. -And leans on it casually, moving his free hand to gesture.
'Nevertheless, heard you wanted to chat. So, what brings you to this neck of the woods? Also my right eye's fine, just...affliction acting up, it'll go back to normal.' ("....Ask away your questions.")
Me, explaining Demon Warden's lore to my mom: So, Lilith is the Queen of Hell—
Mom: Wait, she's the Queen? What about Satan/The Morning Star?
Me: Satan is a myth created by the King of the Gods. And the Morning Star is not evil.
Mom: ... Isn't that blasphemy?
Me: Only if you believe in that stuff, which I don't.
Mom: And what if hell is real, and you get sent there for blasphemy?
Me: Well, at least I'll have a great soundtrack.
Writeblr Introduction and links.
Hello! My name is Selene. I’m a dyslexic fantasy author who loves symphonic metal, and has been vividly hallucinating about possibly imaginary people since age 8. I write stories about overpowered, morally gray, mostly queer loons who curse like sailors. My heroes are NOT ‘alpha’ males, and my heroines are badasses. If you want to interact with me somewhere else, check out my Facebook Page, where I post book excerpts and funny memes. If you subscribe to my NEWSLETTER, I promise to only bug you once in a blue moon. I'm also on Instagram and TikTok.
These are my current series/books:
THE CURSED AND THE FALLEN
Completed-ish series. The main arc is closed and there are no cliffhangers at the end of book three, but there are more stories to tell. Multiple POV, first-person present, and close third-person present.
DEMON WARDEN, book 1:
Demons are a girl's best friend... or worst nightmare. Some try to steal your soul, and others drive you nuts with their aloof, acerbic ways. I would know, I have a demon warden. My name is Dinah, and I am a weirdo of supernatural proportions. This is the story of how I almost lost my soul and was saved by a sexy—ahem, infuriating demon prince.
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Thanks for the tag @theeccentricraven
From DEMON WARDEN, free HERE until Dec 30, 2023
His blond hair is so pale it almost looks white. A few strands touch his forehead, others his high cheekbones. Unearthly beautiful and clad in a charcoal-gray suit and a pristine white shirt with two opened buttons. But that’s not the relevant part. His obsidian eyes lock with mine, and I can’t move. The raw power that oozes from him is unmistakably dark and twisted. Like falling from a cliff with no bottom, like having spiders climbing up my legs. Look at that, I am a magnet for hot guys. Too bad it’s The Fifth Circle of Hell kind of hot guys. ©Demon Warden, Selene Kallan.
“Go on, spit it out. Am I the key to humanity’s salvation? Do I have to stop the Apocalypse? Because, if that’s the case, we are all royally fucked,” I say. ©Demon Warden, Selene Kallan.
“So, what’s your name?” I ask. He turns to look at me. “What?” The same brusqueness of that first night has filtered back into his voice. “Your name, you must have one.” “You already know it,” he says, amethyst eyes narrowing suspiciously. I frown. “If you’re talking about that night, I must remind you I was drunk as Hell and have no idea what I said in that language.” His gaze sharpens with disbelief, and I have to break away from that stare. It’s like being naked. “So, name?” I ask, trying to hide the discomfort. He remains stubbornly quiet. “Unless you want me to call you Your Highness?” I risk a glance. His face is devoid of emotion. “Your majesty? Prince of Darkness?” still nothing. “Royal Pain?” A perfect black brow rises. “Prince of Darkness is taken, I’m afraid. And Royal Pain suits you better.” I snort. “It takes one to know one.” ©Demon Warden, Selene Kallan.
“Put your hands on her again,” Nox warns Aaron, voice arctic, sending a shiver down my spine, “and I will send you to your Maker.” ©Demon Warden, Selene Kallan.
“Shouldn’t you be sleeping in a coffin or something?” I grumble. He rolls his eyes. “I am a demon, not a vampire, and that is nothing more than a ridiculous human myth.” “Too bad. I’m sure a vampire would be nicer than you, Royal Iciness.” “I’ve heard that one before, too.” I snort. “Of that, I have no doubt.” ©Demon Warden, Selene Kallan.
Dinah sighs and her lips brush my neck. A jolt of awareness crawls down my spine. I blink and look down at her, catching sight of her wild curls and slightly flushed face. “Chicken soup,” she murmurs in her sleep. Bryce laughs. “Do I smell a new nickname?” I narrow my eyes at him. “Only if you wish to spend a little vacation in Hell.” His eyes sparkle with mischievousness. I don’t need to read his mind to know he’s pondering it. ©Demon Warden, Selene Kallan.
He points at the plate. “You have five minutes to eat.” I blink, not quite believing he’s just made breakfast for me. “You have a special relationship with five, don’t you?” I quip, but sit on the stool and load a forkful into my mouth. Nox says nothing, opting to go to the fridge and pour some orange juice for me. The eggs are perfect, fluffy, and warm. “Thanks,” I grumble. “Three minutes,” he says. “There’s something wrong with your internal clock, or should I say infernal clock?” I say with my mouth half full. Nox arches an unimpressed brow. I grin at him. ©Demon Warden, Selene Kallan
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Welp, THE CURSED AND THE FALLEN, my *completed series has a megalomaniac god, evil AF angels, queer AF characters, good/morally gray demons, explicit consensual sex scenes (F/M, F/F, M/M), an anti-prejudice message, profanity, and feminism. Oh, and a giant black cat.