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My name is Sam.  Samael.  Your Uncle Sam.  Y'know, the Devil. You can also call me Satan.  And no, it's not my fault. If you've got the fear of God, you probably have some harsh words for me.  If you got some issues, you probably think I'm an excuse to be an asshole.  Probably. But for a few people, I've always tried to help.  Every day I visit the same coffee shop on the corner.  The name has changed so often over the years, I just think of it as that coffee cafe in my head.  The sign still says coffee on it, even a hundred years after it opened. I like to sit there and think.  I stand and just look out at the people.  The place sits at the intersection of Hecate Avenue and 13th street.  A crossroads.  My kind of place. That day, I knew I was going to help free someone.  Freedom is what I do.  That's me, Sam.  Freedom guy with coffee staring at people.  Not awkward at all. The dark man at the...

Oh carp.  This past week I kinda punted on the blog a bit.  Oops. I didn't mean to do that.  Thanksgiving and trying to recover from some other things kept me from updating this thing like I mean too.  I still managed to get back on the art horse, so, here are the things. On  twitter  and  instagram  I post these sorts of images every day.  If you are looking for some place to follow and get these in your feed, check those out. Also, if you want to support images like this, the stories on this blog and more, check out my  patreon .  It isn't necessary for this stuff, but it'd help with expanding some of my projects a bit.  I also take commissions, so don't be afraid to message me about that. Deviantart page for this one is here. Deviantart page for this one is here. Deviantart page for this one is here. Deviantart page for this one is here. Deviantart page for this one is here. I'...

Demons, Cyberwood and other things.  I took this week off work as part of #DesertBusX.  I needed the time off and tbh, Desert Bus is awesome.  So this is my "vacation" art.   On twitter and instagram I post these sorts of images every day.  If you are looking for some place to follow and get these in your feed, check those out. Also, if you want to support images like this, the stories on this blog and more, check out my patreon .  It isn't necessary for this stuff, but it'd help with expanding some of my projects a bit.  I also take commissions, so don't be afraid to message me about that. This was me just riding the demon thing a bit more.  I asked a friend for a subject for something demonic.  Designing seals is one of the funner bits demon stuff lets me do.  I've always liked goetic keys and similar iconography.  They are brilliant abstract pieces of art. Here is the lines for the piece, which I imagine a...

After reading through most of your papers, I see our first great filter has past us. I imagine most of you noticed how many of your classmates aren't here.  As it always happens in demonic studies, research on Larvae has changed half of this class.  They decided they can't handle further studies in this field.  They found something they can't stomach, a truth that made them unable to keep going. Is it because you have stronger stomachs?  Or is it because of costs?  I'll be honest with you, these studies have driven many away, regardless of field.  Interactions with demons have forced battlefield medics to commit suicide.  The most hardened emergency room doctors experience mental breakdowns in their situations with them. I need you to understand.  Only a few can stomach this material. Now, back to the next stage of the demon life cycle.  You've already dealt with the dark parts of the larval stage.  Now we move onto the ...

So, I might have had a bit of a hard time last week.  I turned to an old habit to escape a bit. On twitter and instagram I post these sorts of images every day.  If you are looking for some place to follow and get these in your feed, check those out. Also, if you want to support images like this, the stories on this blog and more, check out my patreon .  It isn't necessary for this stuff, but it'd help with expanding some of my projects a bit.  I also take commissions, so don't be afraid to message me about that. Demons From Tuesday thereafter, I spent my mindspace with demons.  Whenever my life has felt very rough, I turn to arting up demons as an escape.  You can guess why Tuesday's image became so dark. Wednesday, Thursday and Friday I spent thinking on demons.  I don't believe in the supernatural.  I'm a materialist. But in the case of demons, I enjoy their fiction.  AND I love them as a metaphor for the worse parts of ...

I glanced down at the hole in the drywall. I felt a sign coming. "They say they saw it before it burrowed into the wall," Maria told me. "Could it get far?" The residents of the apartment complex had called for us after the third kid had gone missing. This particular block had an old history with demons. The United States Multiversal Survey only had five people devoted to this sort of thing. Maria and I were the only ones on this side of Rockies able to respond. "I'm just glad the Deb redirected it to us." I rubbed my face. "The last thing we need is some local law enforcement to get involved." "Henri, are you sure this is a demon?" Maria's voice shook a bit. "What do you think?" "There is plenty that points in that direction. But I've seen too many fake calls. This could just be a raccoon or something." "It melted the drywall, Maria." I paused. "You trained with the Witch. Th...

Before you ask more, it's one of the basic facts we understand about Demons.  The other is that they must be extraterrestrial in nature, yet the Scientific community has remained silent on investigating or even confirming it.  Of course, that could be due to the same infliction all serious studies of this sort have. But back to what I had been saying.  Spores.  Write it down, it'll be on the test. And there you go, you now understand the second step of Demonic development.  No, it isn't writing.  It's getting a subject to do some action they've suggested. Religious texts have long referred to this as temptation.  But this isn't a theology course.  I've monitored this process a few thousand times, and never have found any particular texts helpful.  Not in precise ways.  Superstition is guesswork.  This is science. Demonic spores require sentience to form sporelings.  The spores react to any sentience.  Sentience, n...

Inktober ended this week.  And I did an artjam with a friend.  Another week of arts.  Here they are, if'n you are needing that fix. On  twitter  and  instagram   I post these sorts of images every day.  If you are looking for some place to follow and get these in your feed, check those out. Also, if you want to support images like this, the stories on this blog and more, check out my  patreon .  It isn't necessary for this stuff, but it'd help with expanding some of my projects a bit.  I also take commissions, so don't be afraid to message me about that. One of the things I tried to put in more of my Inktober pieces this year is some sort of storytelling.  As much as one can with undead doing... uh, undead things.  I have no idea why I went with a bear-headed undead.  There isn't one in mythology.  In my notes, I just referred to the thing as "the Bearganger ."  But Ursaganger could work too....

Dear Ciara, The memories of it, they are different for me.  Our kind, our species, we don't remember well.  But for me, I remember. I bear his memories.  The memories of all those who followed him.  And her.  And them.  A hundred, thousand generations of bipedal apes who walked this earth. I remember how it happened before.  It always has happened before.  You think this, this is your great disaster.  That those on the other side, they must be your greatest foe. "Why, they are fools," you tell yourself.  You and those on your side agree with you!  What more do you need to know? The earliest memories I have are of a young boy lost in a snow-covered wood.  Naked.  Alone. Cold, the boy shivered.  Lost, he thought himself dead.  Worse, he was come upon by a pack of wolves.  White creatures with hungry eyes.  Sharp teeth. But the boy survived.  I have his memories, from over a hundred thous...