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Added gold tips to Briel's feathers today. Two versions: with and without the extra cloud. I just needed him in shadow to show the glow on his wings.

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Fixed Briel's wings to show more brown feathers than gold in this image. I think in the next try, I will make them tan with darker brown fringes and gold highlights, but this one was just supposed to be a simple sketch.

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Trying to make myself work on my current WIP. I have several chapters outlined in my head, mostly Demi’s pov flashbacks but I really need to work on actually writing them down. So I have made a separate account for it HERE.

Fallen Embers

Book Blurb:

A demon-spawn child born in hell but untainted by it.

A girl who grew up to regret her fall.

An angel willing to teach.

A Devil who will allow no rebellion but his own.

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Fallen Embers

Glossary of Characters

Luca – A young boy (alternatively, called a demon spawn)  born in Hell but still untainted by it. He is the son of Demi and Luci but remains unaware of his true parentage. He is raised by Demi in secrecy, sheltered from Hell’s corruption.

Demi – A fallen A.N.G.L., now a D.M.N. and Luca's mother. Once loyal to The High Being but now trapped in Hell, She regrets her rebellion and seeks to protect her son from falling like she did. Works as main concubine of Luci in Hell’s high court.

Briel – (Known as Gabriel in the books of mortals) An elder A.N.G.L. who teaches Luca at the edge of Heaven. He is compassionate and deeply protective of Luca, though he hides the full truth from him.

Luci – (Known as Lucifer in the books of mortals) The ruler of Hell and Luca’s father, though this knowledge is kept from both of them. He is a powerful D.M.N. and the leader of the fallen.

Micha – (Known as Michael  in the books of mortals) A head A.N.G.L. and warrior of The High Being. He leads the celestial forces against the fallen.

Raph – (Known as Raphael  in the books of mortals) Another high-ranking A.N.G.L., known for his wisdom and healing. Raph also manages the spies watching Hell.

The High Being – (Known as God and by other names in the books of mortals) The ultimate creator and ruler of all dimensions. He is the force of order and light, opposed by Luci and the fallen D.M.Ns.

Other OC's tbd, including Demi's twin sister who was added to the story after I wrote this original draft and realized it wasn't passing the Bechdel test at first. Now Demi is more of a MC along with Luca.

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Timelapse of the Briel Digital Sketch  ˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

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First Digital Art of Briel

Angel OC from my WIP Fallen Embers

yes he has no face yet.

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Made one of my first attempts at digital art!

I needed to try and make Briel (Angel, adult male, Black with golden brown wings) from my WIP Fallen Embers and it’s not amazing art but I did make it by drawing with my fingertip on my laptop touchpad and then phone screen because I don’t have a tablet/stylus 🫠

Disclaimer: I did mostly trace the outline for the original model from a few images I found on Pinterest. I thought it was gonna show that part + my character references in the recording but it didn’t save. Then, I added the colors and layered it all to make him. I have no idea how long that took; I was in a zone.

But even with the tracing, I think it’s still… Art? Don’t think I’ve ever done digital before and now one of my OC’s kinda exists so I’m happy :D

Gonna post the recording in a video post here and @fallenemberswip

Also, Tumblr crashed as soon as I finished editing and was ready to upload. Very disappointing because I was excited that I had just randomly made this 😭

♥️🤎💛

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NOT MY ART! THIS IMAGE IS FROM PINTEREST AND IDK SOURCE. But It Was My Inspo For This Book Idea.

Fallen Embers [Rough Draft 1]

Prologue

Demi

Running, running, running, again. Demi hated the street bands in this part of Hell. They loved crouching in the clouds from the northern lava springs and springing out from the ashy smoke. But she’d evaded them this time.

She looked down at the bundle in her arms. Somehow, the blanket around it was still a silky white. “Celestials…” she muttered under her breath “why are you bloody visible…” the bundle moved slightly and a small pale hand peeked out “shh shh.” She covered it up again and crept closer to the east block “just a little more Lulu, good baby…” the infant in her arms yawned but he (blessedly) stayed quiet long enough for her to reach a gap in the rubble and duck inside.

What looked like another heap of sludge (she didn’t want to know what of, possibly metal and soot, but equally likely it was some poor sinner’s flesh. Somehow, they never ran out of it. The creatures lasted forever under torture. But under all that (it really probably was ash and metal. The smell wasn’t human-like), there was a small alcove, a hole covered by a ratty blanket, and inside of it the entrance to a tunnel.

Demi slid down into the tunnel and into her private, undiscovered lair. She had called it a home once, but Luci didn’t let any of his underlings have “homes,” so back to “lair” it was. Demi shivered, remembering the lashing she had gotten for the grammar slip-up that day.

Despite being a lair, her den was rather home-like. There were two dead armchairs and a couch made of piled-up blankets and mats, which also doubled as the bed. She had a lava lamp, which she lit with fresh lava every day. Her art hung on one wall, and a mirror on the other. There was even- well, there was that spot, his…

She trod softly past the makeshift couch and the chairs and lamp and set the white bundle down on the little bed. It was an old cage, really, turned upside down so the bars formed a round crib. The mattress was full of the feathers he had shed over the last few months, feathers and a woven blanket she had made, and the teddy bear as a pillow. He loved the teddy bear, but Demi hadn’t gotten that for him; Briel brought it. Said it was sent up to him with one of the human infants, but the child was too joyful up in heaven to even need the toy.

“You’ll get there one day…” Demi stroked the baby’s cheek as he gazed up at her with big golden eyes. “But how in damned are you going to get along here?” she sighed, “winged little angel, you.” There was a half smile in her words, and yet she wasn’t quite comfortable. Her son, he was so small and still so… She had never seen a demon-spawn last this long as a pure-bred. The white wings were still spread across his small back, glowing creamy skin, curls the same sunny yellow as his eyes; Innocent eyes, not ones spoiled by the sins of this place of the ruffians that patrolled and fought outside. She couldn’t let him fall, not now. She wouldn’t.