Self-portrait. It's me. Azazel Al-Khalifa, a real demon, Archdemon, Lord of the East, Master of the Desert Sands, Shedim over the Shedims, Spirit of the deserts, one of the tetrad of demonic Kings of the cardinal directions (although Amaimon likes to pretend to be this title), spy of the lands of Egypt, Judea, Palestine, Arab, initially - only Ta-Desher, but won from Nahema and Ta-Kemet (Nahema, nagaina over nagaines and archdemoness, rules Urisu, Upper Egypt, while I rule Musur, Lower Egypt); I am called by the human title "Caliph", but in the pronunciation of "Khailfa", the palace of my Caliphate is located on the wrong side of the mosque of Muhammad Ali, in Al-Qahira (Cairo).

(In English, and most likely, there will be mictakes)

As-salamu alaykum, walking through the virtual expanses! Our life is amazing and mysterious: once a beginner of the very first book of the cycle "Smoldering Hell", which was not planned at all as part of such a global series, I could not even imagine that all this in the end was not fiction. That a small story about a girl walking with the Devil through the city expanses is not my fantasy, but the beginning of a great literary chronicle that reflected the invisible and hidden from the eyes, which people do not even believe in now, like stories that have changed everything in their own way, distorted all those true knowledge about Heaven, about the Devil, about the hierarchy of Klipots and demons, about other and other things that cannot be counted at all - and about God, who is outside religions, who has expressed himself in existence. A great way has been passed - and by no means finished. In the fifth book, I realized that what I am describing, all the visions, knowledge, signs, is true. At the same time, I began to realize that I had a direct relationship to the events. On the seventh book, having seen my persistence and demand, I was finally allowed to see who I was.
Therefore, hello, my friend! I am The Lord of the hells, the fallen cherub, the Master of the desert sands, the Lord of the sultry East and of the lands of the Arab, Palestinian, Jewish, Egyptian (Ta-Kemet and Ta-Desher), as well as the eternal wanderer, in love with the human race, with the East and with Existence - archdemon Azazel Al-Khalifa.

In the portrait above, I am; this is how I look-the real one, if I take off the exterior of the local world, in which I found myself a slave. In your world, at present, I am a demon - trapped in a human body, abandoned here for no reason; but I know for sure: until I return to my true form, having crossed the threshold of death, I am obliged to bring Truth, Beauty and Art into your world; I am obliged to tell you about what your world is really like, what is hidden from your eyes, what are the Hells, Heaven, what are our Triune God and the Absolute Primordial God, and what are the laws of Existence for the universe and for the living soul, what we call the meaning of life.


I create because I can't help but Create. Through paintings, books, poems and music, I bring to the world the Truth about what was, is, and will be forever. My works are the revelation of someone who knows Being, the revelation of a demon who has observed many things with his own eyes, and received other things in visions and the study of existence; "Smoldering Hell" is a series of books in which I concluded a deep analysis of the surrounding reality, my own conclusions about Existence, considered from various points of view, my own knowledge and visions that came from outside about the world I came face to face with, including about the invisible world, and about hundreds of other worlds. Comprehending the psychology of the living soul and the foundations of being, as well as having my own philosophy, I strive to convey my knowledge through every work I have created, to make the reader think about life and respond emotionally. My books are not just a chronicle; I filled them with a new life. I have recreated the real world from the dust, and who better than me to write these books? Reflecting the myriad knowledge about being, about the Primordial God, about the Triune Yahweh, about the superspaces and the baking worlds, about the ships of Heaven and the Heavens of Heaven, about the structure of the worlds and about the battle of Light with Darkness, about the other and so on, these books carry my memory, and who but I could live everyone's life as if his own? Who but I, an actor of a hundred faces, who understands the feelings of a living soul, who is in love with life, with the world and with everyone in this world, could so thoroughly prescribe what was, is and will be forever?

Folder "Smoldering hell" - These are illustrations for my series of books "Smoldering Hell", portraits of real demons and angels, as well as other participants in the narrative. This is the world of my true incarnation. These books are a chronicle of another reality, the same as yours, but that was before; all the events of the illustrations and books are real, the personalities are not fictional. Visions and memories come to me, thanks to which I regain the memory of myself-the present and of my primordial life, to which I will return after death here.

But where did I come from? If you are interested in my story, then I will tell you. In times immemorial, in those young days, when the Triune Yahweh had just created the world, They created us, the angels, so that we would serve our Creators and fulfill their will. I am one of the first–created angels, a cherubim (cherubim) tetrawing, a rank, and together with Semiaza we headed the Order of Grigori, Observers and curators of human life; initially, when Heaven did not hide its presence and, on the contrary, actively participated in human life, we were instructed to accompany a person, teach, instruct, teach sciences, art, crafts; I was more the patron of art, beauty, the spiritual side of being, while Semiaza, my chosen and beloved, was in charge of sciences, business military, applied crafts, commander of angelic detachments, a serious and responsible seraphim with wings the color of vinous. Our curators went around the world on the ground, they gave people a lot of knowledge and technology, and around us, Grigori, Gods, various pantheons, were in charge of human peoples - until they fought with each other for power, thus reigning wars on the firmament of the earthly world of Asiyah. Then Yahweh erased the Gods from the face of the Earth, taking them to the Heavenly levels, and destroyed human civilizations, so that neither their knowledge nor developed technologies would remain for the next generations.

But before these wars, we regularly instructed the human people, and it went on like this for many centuries, until our Grigori were advised that it was possible to recline with human wives for the sake of fun. In the seventh book, I tell you who exactly committed this crime, who exactly inspired the Observers to sin, thereby setting me and Semiaza up. Having known human wives and burdened them in the end, the unfortunate nephilim bred, from the wives who came out, then fierce monsters, a hybrid of a man and an angel, but the essence is a beast; in their size, the great, winged and unimaginable by force, the nephilim devoured human food supplies, and after that they already began to devour the people. Then the battle was against them, led by Michael and other archangelists. And we were brought to account afterward. Semiaza and I appeared before Yahweh, but both of us already understood that our life was ruined forever, because the Lord does not know how to forgive. I don't go into details, because it hurts to remember this, I was stripped naked and shackled, immured in a black sarcophagus, made of stone, great in size; that sarcophagus was lowered from Heaven and buried in the desert sands; And I spent hundreds of years in my prison, until Satan, Lucifer the fallen, with the face of a goat, came to me. Having rescued me from the terrible prison, the Prince of Darkness made me the Master of the Desert Sands and the Lord of the Sultry East, and so I found horns from now on.
Semiaza was left in Heaven, but his execution was of a different kind – it consisted in allowing him to see me being buried in a sarcophagus. What happened to my beloved next – at the moment we are trying to find out this thoroughly, and we have already remembered a lot, but I will not tell you about this yet.
And I did not know, but it turns out that after they buried me, my entourage, in an unknown number to me now, suffered the same fate; until now, before my eyes, a vision, which at first came to Semiaza, but then also to me, how pitch-black sarcophagi fall from the heights of Heaven. I shudder every time I think about it. Those sarcophagi, by the way, were discovered not so long ago by people, in the Serapeum, in Masr (in Egypt). I sobbed when I saw them in the photo (there is one on the Internet, freely available). These are the ones made of granite. Who knows, maybe mine is among them?..