When humans die, their spirits ascend to the heavens above or the hell below. Many religions believe in these great Beings that happen to know everyone's fate. They create, they destroy, they build. But what happens when they are questioned? Is the accuser sentenced to an eternity of pain? Suffering?
The air smelled of ginger- warm and comforting, yet the scent was so strong the air was almost suffocating. A fairly young male laying on the cold, hard ground stirred in his sleep. Though he had been lying on the ground for an unknown amount of time, there seemed to be no one else to discover him for what could have been hours, even days.
Soon, the strong scent became too much for him and the unconscious body jolted awake. Dizziness ensued as his violet eyes strained to observe the area. He swallowed the air around him with a deep gasp before choking up some hoarse coughs.
His skin only a shade blue lighter than his hair, his attire a simple salmon colored robe, traditionally tied around his waist- kimono style, gray fluffy wings flittering against his back; the unknown male was definitely not human. Violet horns that matched the hue of his eyes curved around the sides of his head where goat-like ears pulled back slightly to adjust to the sounds of the environment. Just where was he?
The blue demon had no recollection of anything prior to waking up in this warm, fiery landscape. As his eyes finally seemed to allow him vision, he noticed that the land around him was dark. Trees shadowed over him in the shroud of darkness he found himself in, tiny purple and light blue glows emitting from the soot-black leaves illuminating nothing but dark gray bark. In the distance, he could see it- an orange gleam bright enough to light his path through the trees- it served as his only reliable source of guidance.
At first he struggled to get up, his legs shaky and arms weak. The time he took only seemed to frustrate him, standing seemed nearly impossible. Finally, an overwhelming sense of motivation waved through him and he rose to his feet, tripping and stumbling til he found balance against one of the night trees. His eyes fixated on that orange glow.
A sigh released itself past his lips as he stayed in that position a bit longer. He knew not who he was nor where he came from or where the literal hell he wound up in. He began to search for answers. Patting down the fabric of his robes he finally came across a pocket. Nothing. Other side? He felt something! His long purple fingertips tapped against a thin sheet of crumpled paper that seemed to be folded in half. He pulled it out of his robe to view it, hoping it would give him some answers.
Euphony.
Euphony? The word was scribbled in such elegant penmanship. Was that him? The demon raised a curious brow before unfolding the paper. Thank god there were words.
You were meant to be here. Rebirth. Find him. Find your dissonance.
Only then will you know who you truly are.
Live long. Avoid the heavens.
-baph--The last of the note seemed to have more written on it once but was long since smudged.
Find dissonance? Him? Since when was discord gendered?
Euphony looked back up to that almost comforting glow. He had no choice but to follow it now.
His journey began.
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A Word From The Artist:
(Cover art by raptorslut on fur affinity )
Hey everyone! About time I did something with Purgatoria. Many of you that will stumble across this story will know what Purgatoria is but for those who don't-
Another demon comic, yay! Only these stories will be the pov of the characters. They will give insight to the concubine that live in Purgatoria.
Before we continue with the next chapter of Euphony's tale, allow me to paint you a picture of his description (which is dumb since I will be posting art to help the imagery💦)
Euphony is a male. He is an incubus that takes on a goat/sheep like appearance (though his horns are more ram-like). He has goat like ears and a tail, his skin tone is a pale blue and his hair is a slightly darker shade of blue. His eyes, claw like nails, horns and jewels encrusted on his forehead are all the same color of purple. He's pretty short, probably around 5'4". His hair ends up in beads but in this current state in the story is loose. On his left wrist is a bracelet made of purple beads that he has no idea if there's a significant meaning to it. His voice is soft and gentle. His appearance more feminine.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy learning a bit more about my lovable demon. And enjoy the author notes I'll add in the end. Thanks for reading!
-ref for Euphony, art is mine-
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fallen angel
FantasiAn incubus wakes up in the land of Purgatoria, unaware of where he came from or who he is. In his robe pockets he finds a crumpled piece of paper that says 'Euphony' in cursive; a note with an important reminder on the inside. This is Euphony's back...