An illustration with my participation, from among the drawings made in 2021 for my series of books "Smoldering Hell", for the sixth book ("Smoldering Hell 6: Burning Paradise. A girl with red bows"). Graphics, stroke.
The whole series of books:
here author.today/u/rahatlukumchik_…
or here ficbook.net/collections/114480…

A moment from chapter 19. Sabbath of Put Satanachia on a forest wasteland. Me (Azazel) and Paimon, the conclusion of friendship against the background of one of the great blazing bonfires.

Translation (most likely, crooked):
<...> "Paimon raised his eyebrows when he heard this answer, and then he frowned resolutely, and frowned like that, and jumped off a vast log, went straight to Azazel, that the dance had already finished and stepped aside, because he noticed a certain viper at another log, and when he noticed it, he squatted down in front of her, watching the snake slide by the log itself, and stroked it with a gentle smile, apparently having a special attitude to creeping reptiles. And then the Khalifa was only distracted from the thin viper when he suddenly heard behind him:
— You're not crazy.
His heart skipped a beat in his chest at the same moment, it squeezed painfully; Azazel turned around slowly, then stood up at all, staring at Paimon with a confused look; the mayor stood next to him, frowning sternly in order to feel bolder and more confident, and looked at him in response, lifting his head, and his hands, straight at the seams, in fists clenched firmly.
The Khalifa blinked a couple of times, observing the determination of the little Paimon, did not answer anything yet, straightening his hair with his hand carelessly, stirred by a gust of wind.
— You're not crazy, — Paimon repeated meanwhile, looking straight into his dark eyes. — They all lie. I never believed them. Let's be friends.
Azazel raised his black eyebrows when he heard such a proposal, and then he smiled peacefully, warmly, nodded in agreement, replied:
— Come on, the sufferer from the well of the desert.
And Paimon immediately blossomed into a joyful smile, stopped frowning, rejoiced like a small boy, almost jumping up on the spot, but yes, he immediately acquired a businesslike, serious look, straightened up even more, putting one hand behind his back, holding out the other to the Khalifa, said:
— The agreement is accepted! Thank you for a good deal!
Azazel grinned cheerfully, shook the outstretched hand and said:
— It was a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Mayor!" <...>


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For those who don't know:

- Who am I? Azazel Al-Khalifa, the archdemon of the East, now in human incarnation. And this is not a fucking fiction.
- What is my work about? I write and draw about real angels and demons, the Devil and God, about those events that were once serious; through my creativity, I strive to convey to people the truth about our world, about world history, about the Beast and Holiness, about Heaven and Hell, about the meaning of life and what is hidden from the eyes.
- How did I know all this? I receive revelations and visions, information from outside and from the memory of my own soul; and I am not alone in this, because I landed in this world together with Semiaza, with my chosen one: periodically we even receive the same revelations independently of each other.
- What is my goal? Open to you, Human, eyes, mind and heart.