It's been a crazy summer. (I'm convinced the Gardener has been fiddling with time; I'm sure I've lost some of it.) But the wait is nearly over. Demon Born has completed the editing process and we are now only awaiting final approval on the cover art before it will be ready to upload. 🙂📚
I thought you might appreciate my description of the Djinn king, Asmodeus, in his true form. I'm on the last chapter of Demon Born.
I didn’t know what Ifrit looked like in their natural state, or even if there was a natural state for Djinn. I did know that Asmodeus no longer looked human, or even demonic, as I defined either species. Only partially corporeal, he looked more like an oil fire of roiling angry smoke and flame, like lightning in a bottle, barely contained. All that remained of the refined, aristocratic Ifrit king I’d come to trust were his huge barbed wings and his brilliant black eyes, filled now with savagery and spite. He hovered, rather than stood, his changing form like a tornado filled with angry, flying debris.
I've been creating a "demon song" for a chapter in Demon Born, the 5th book in the Demonverse series.
It's a sad song, sung on the eve of battle, by Fallen angels on one side who must fight their Dark brothers on the other. It's called:
We Spill Your Blood
We spill your blood,
In God, the Father's name.
Your soul is Dark, but your blood runs red.
We spill your blood,
Though we're brothers, all the same,
If you are Dark, we will leave you dead
O Demon Lord we have heard your call to fight,
To save our souls and humanity.
God save us all, we're not angels of the Light.
But take us to Heaven, if we die for thee.
We spill your blood
In God, the Father's name.
Your soul is Dark, but your blood runs red.
We spill your blood
Though we're brothers, all the same,
If you are Dark, we will leave you dead.
We spill your blood...
We spill your blood....
We spill our blood....