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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…
The expanse of Maur Adrar, Guel-er-Rishat, the Sahara Desert. I'm talking to Theophilus after my battle with Belial (in the background). A scene from chapter 8.
Translation (most likely a curve)
<...> "— Hey, owners! — Khalifa got to his feet, hitherto fallen into the sand, and showed his hands in surprise. — And tie it up? I'm a prisoner!
— What fun, — Theophilus got up from the sand, shook himself carelessly, looked at the archdemon with a curious smile. — Yes, as if you want to be a prisoner yourself, friend!
— It is an honor to be in captivity with a good gentleman! - Azazel bowed cordially, and another ignorant person might have called such manners sycophancy, but, unlike, for example, the hypocritical Paimon, the impulses of the soul of the Khalifa were sincere, even if they were loud and loud sometimes, but nevertheless — from the heart.
— We didn't bring the fetters with us, — Belial snapped grimly.
— That's why you don't have any friends, many-eyed! — Azazel shook his head, putting his hands on his belt and looking at the shaman reproachfully. — Because you don't care about them! — he raised his finger to the sky edifiingly and added seriously: — A brave man is tested by war, a wise man by anger, a friend by need!
—Fill his mouth with sand, — Belial ordered his comrades with a barely discernible grin.
— Well-well-well! — Khalifa caught himself, hastily covering his mouth. — I will go willingly! Without fetters!" <...>
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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.
The whole series of books:
here author.today/u/rahatlukumchik_…
or here ficbook.net/collections/114480…
The expanse of Maur Adrar, Guel-er-Rishat, the Sahara Desert. I'm talking to Theophilus after my battle with Belial (in the background). A scene from chapter 8.
Translation (most likely a curve)
<...> "— Hey, owners! — Khalifa got to his feet, hitherto fallen into the sand, and showed his hands in surprise. — And tie it up? I'm a prisoner!
— What fun, — Theophilus got up from the sand, shook himself carelessly, looked at the archdemon with a curious smile. — Yes, as if you want to be a prisoner yourself, friend!
— It is an honor to be in captivity with a good gentleman! - Azazel bowed cordially, and another ignorant person might have called such manners sycophancy, but, unlike, for example, the hypocritical Paimon, the impulses of the soul of the Khalifa were sincere, even if they were loud and loud sometimes, but nevertheless — from the heart.
— We didn't bring the fetters with us, — Belial snapped grimly.
— That's why you don't have any friends, many-eyed! — Azazel shook his head, putting his hands on his belt and looking at the shaman reproachfully. — Because you don't care about them! — he raised his finger to the sky edifiingly and added seriously: — A brave man is tested by war, a wise man by anger, a friend by need!
—Fill his mouth with sand, — Belial ordered his comrades with a barely discernible grin.
— Well-well-well! — Khalifa caught himself, hastily covering his mouth. — I will go willingly! Without fetters!" <...>
______________
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.
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
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Size 2429 x 1517px
File Size 1.14 MB
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