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Behind the Mask: Baalthazar

This is part of a series where I share my art and the stories behind it. You can also see them and their stories here: My DeviantArt


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Baalthazar ©2019 Shane (Blackheart) Lestan

Baalthazar is only around as often as his idol is, which is my demon guide Daro. Baal adores him and I know he’s only here because of that, but he is still a big part of my life and I love drawing him. He’s into Voodoo, but I don’t think he really understands how that works.

He’s a demon/fiend hybrid and isn’t really supposed to exist, so because of that he’s extremely unstable mentally and it’s apparent in his voice, which changes in tone and pitch, as well as speed, in mid-conversation several times. He’s not really dangerous despite it and mostly likes playing pranks.

His appearance is pretty unnerving with a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth, large orange eyes, wild hair, and horns. He’s pretty thin as well, but is filling out a bit the longer he hangs around Daro. It’s also done wonders for Baal’s mind and he’s starting to stabilize on some level, even if it only is just a small improvement.

Daro is the only demon who doesn’t discriminate against him or treat him like a pest. He was Baal’s guardian. They both have been away from their home for a while now though, so neither have had to worry about much of anything, especially not Baal, although Byleth, a fallen angel who I’ll also introduce later, is discriminatory against him. They’re mostly harmless and petty jabs, though.

Just the linework for this one. I’m not good with color, and I like the way black and white looks. I’m not sure what’s going on with the lightning on the sides. I was just messing with brushes.

Art and writing ©2019 Shane (Blackheart) Lestan

Autumn Rain – an original poem

I wanted to try writing poetry again. It’s never been something that’s come easy to me since I’m better with flowery words in longer prose, and I usually fail for words when it comes to painting something more abstract for a proper poem, or at least, something that resembles one. I found a TED Talk about poetry tonight though, and I followed its guidance for an idea. This is what I came up with, in memory of one of my best friends who lost her life too soon when we were teenagers.


Etching people of never past across wallpaper,
a childlike innocence rapt with brilliance —
you were a creator of life.

Your very presence brought sunshine into my bleak home;
my upstairs of cobwebs and stale, stagnant air.
You made me a creator of life, too.

I loved you like a lily loves the sun;
a flower sprung to life and realized as something beautiful.
And now I love you like Autumn rain.

Nostalgia and fragments of you haunt me.
The pages I salvaged from your heart’s permission,
they are your eternity.

As a creator of life,
you drift among faded lines of frozen expressions,
and I cherish the soul you left in that ink.

I’ve wilted without your sun,
and the smell of pencils have turned to must,
your legacy now etched into my lucid dreams.

© 2019 Shane Blackheart