EelKat Wendy C Allen - Dark Fantasy Author

UPDATE March 17, 2021: Another death. Waiting for a coffin to be delivered. Funeral the 21st. Unlikely to be streaming for a few weeks.


Update: March 27, 2021: It's not even been a week since the funeral, and now there is another death and another funeral.


UPDATE April 5, 2021: There are still no streams, as, we've now a another (a 3rd) funeral to prepare for.

And that is now 3 deaths in our family, in the past 2 weeks.

This 3rd death hits hard, because it was Pippi.

Our family has now had 13 deaths since March 2020.

April 10, 2015, 12 children were kidnapped.

May 15, 2015, the heads of 10 of them were nailed to my door.

August 24, 2020, one was found still alive. he was just 4 years old when she was kidnapped, but she remembered us, even though 5 years had passed.

August 25, 2020, Pippi came home, but her condition was not well. She had been tortured the entirety of the 5 years she had been held hostage. She was missing limbs and covered with scars, had broken bones many years not set, and suffered serious damage to many of her internal organs. That she was alive at all, in her condition, was a miracle. Doctors had little hope of her survival and she was sent home with Hospice care.

Pippi had cancer in her eye and needed surgery for it, which she was scheduled to have, shortly before she was kidnapped.

In the years they had her, not only did they torture her, but her cancer went untreated and spread to her brain.

By the time she was returned to us, her cancer had reached an inoperable state, so we knew she did not have much time left.

Had her cancer been treated, back when she was a toddler, she probably would have reach adulthood.

She died only 8 months after her return.

Another child, to cry out from the grave, for Etiole's vengeance upon her murderers. Another victim of evil men, who will stoop to no ends, to bury the crimes they committed 50 years ago.  Drug lords. Opium growers. Heroine dealers. Selling little girls 4 to 8 years old for sex to priests. They only care about money.

All hail the mighty tourist ass. Millions come to Old Orchard Beach every year, for one thing and one thing only: heroine. They sell their drugs to the tourists under the pier and off the balconies of that giant motel. Than drag little girls to the bedrooms of the condominiums on Smithwheel Road, behind the school. And any child who dares open their mouth and beg for help, gets tossed in the GooseFare Brooke Ravine.

Bastard drug lords. They've been doing this for 50 years, and the town hall and the police department, turn a blind eye to it, because they get paid $6million a year to not report it to the newspapers, when the body of another child washes down the ravine, into the gulley to be spit out in the ocean. No fewer than 5 bodies are found every summer, but how often does it get in the news?

The corruption of this fucking town needs to end.

Yet another dead at the hands of these criminals who run our town.

How long will the residents continue to turn a blind eye to what is happening in our town.

How many more children will you let them kill, before you stand up to them?

Another child is dead and no one in this town cares. So long as they get their money from the tourists. The blood of another murdered child screams from the graves, begging for justice. Tick tock, tick tock, so begins, yet another of Etiole's 7 year clocks.

This is why there were no/to few streams from May 2020 until now.

May 2020, after 4 years of not hearing from them at all, the FBI returned with a lead, which led to Pip's discovery a few weeks later in August.

Because of the nature of the situation, I could not talk about it, to tell you why streams had stopped.

The kidnappers, were enraged that we had recovered Pip, and that is when the attacks started up again on my home and family September 2020.

Pip's condition continued to grow worse, and she died April 5, 2021.

She was only 10 years old.

This is what it means, to not be white in America.

White men, won't even give a child the chance to grow up.

This is what white people do, to none white families like mine.

We are Gypsies with Jewish blood, for that alone we are hunted like animals.

What the men of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, did to my family, will never be forgotten or forgiven.

#If you have any information on the kidnappers or the murders...

#FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322 

Have you forgot the extent of the damage these people did, all because, they wanted to dig up my land and removed bodies buried there, before my house builders found that barrel of bones?

Have you forgotten that 7 town hall workers, 5 public works men, a blond woman, her bald son, and her red haired sister Kendra, and 14 police officers, all lead by a man they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" were the ones 

I name every one of them, except for the ring leaders: blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name". I don't know who those 4 are. I'd never seen any of them, other than the Kendra woman before, and I only knew her fro her attacks beating me up at Panera in 2009, 2010, and 2013.

I can name every one of the others, because all I have to do is go to the Old Orchard Beach town hall and police department website, and their are their faces.

With the exception of blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name", every one else involved was government official who works for the state of Maine vis the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, the Old Orchard Beach Police Department, or the Old Orchard Beach Public Works.

And what exactly did they do?

August 8, 2013 they drove a backhoe over my house. That same backhoe drove over my previous house on the same land April 2007. That same backhoe drove over my poultry barn and horse stables July 2001. July 2001 was the first attack.

March 2015 was the the massive attack, with an entire fleet of trucks, and drove over the Church of the Holy Rhinstone, a church that stood on my land, my garage which is why I no longer have a garage to put my car in, my 2 sheds both of which had my tractors and other garden/crop machinery in them at the time. And of course the razing of the land, the cutting down of the apple orchard - the VERY apple orchard planted in 1530 that this town was named after... he actual "old orchard" of Old Orchard Beach... the very original trees - huge massive apple trees over 400 years old. The grape vineyards, the cherry trees, the pears trees. 

April 10, 2015, they returned, 4 police officer held me a gun point, while 10 other police officers held my children down with long poles with metal wire strangle loops on the end, and beat their faces in with cinder block bricks, knocking out every one of their teeth, breaking their jaws... POLICE OFFICERS DID THAT... while men they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" and "Dan" stood there and told the police officers what to do, how to beat them, while "Mark who needs no last name" boldly bragged that he paid the Old Orchard Beach police $6million dollars to do this.

May 15, 2015... the heads, hands, feet, and intestines of my children were nailed to my door. Later that same day police officer W. W. came to my home begging for forgiveness and claimed that men he referred to only as "Mark and Dan" were holding his beloved mother-in-law hostage and torturing her, and he helped in the April 10, 2015 attack, only to save her life and get her back. He claimed he had no prior knowledge of what was going to happen, claiming that he'd been told they were only going to "scare" us. He said he had not expected anyone to get hurt, he had not known my children would be tortured and kidnapped, he had not known they were going to be murdered. He said he was scared for his life and lives of his family. And he said: "They form a small army, our department doesn't have enough man power to stop them, and every one in this town is too scared to fight back. You don't know what's going on. And I think they mixed you up with someone else. They didn't know you were the owner of this land. They didn't know that was your motorhome. They thought someone else owned this place. It wasn't even your family they were after. You were the wrong target. You don't know who these people are. What they've done to our families. This is the actual Mafia. The real deal. I'm so sorry. This is the address they sent us to. But they had a different name as the owner. This wasn't supposed to happen. They were after someone else. I'm so sorry. I couldn't let my family died. And now yours is dead instead. This wasn't supposed to happen."

June 19, 2016... I did a very specific livestream. You see... A., D., B., and T. in the 1970s and 1980s, were in the habit of dragging big black trash bags into the forest, crossing my land to do it, and dumping those bags into the Goosefare Brook Ravine. In 1983, 3 snuck into Etiole's swamp and planted 3 acres of Marijuana. Someone found it and called the police, I don't know who... it was Maine's largest drug raid for decades. Many, many millions in plants where dug up and removed from Etiole's swamp. A few weeks later A, & D,s 10 year old daughter ran into my yard, touched my car on a dare from other children - the 1964 Dodge 330 former Old Orchard Beach police car, known by Stephen King fans as the REAL Christine, The World's Most Haunted Car... than jumped her bike, and sped down the road, as fast as she could, head on into a car coming the other way. She died instantly, he brain shattered all over the end of my driveway, and her mother A responded by the Battle of 458 - the biggest mass shooting ever in Maine history, that ended up with 3 Gypsy clans and 2 police departments, in a shoot out between 70+ adults all armed with guns. One of my cousins, an 8 year old boy, standing 3 feet from me, had his eye shot out by one of the bullets. While A ran around the street screaming: "FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shot another child. 

"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child. 

"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child. 

THOSE are the 31 children, whose bones were sawed up and tossed into the GooseFare Brook Ravine... yes, that DOES mean, police officers KNEW those children were there and covered it up.  And I witnessed that entire event.

And THAT is WHY... when police officers murdered my family in 2015, I did a livestream, walking to the ravine, to show the world, where those bones were... because I'm sick and tired of the police corruption in this fucking town, and those sawed up bones of 31 children are PROOF of what this town government is like.... as are the heads of my children that were nailed to my door.

At the end of The Battle of 4-5-8... A. took 2 gas cans and poured them all over the big dome house, than set a match to it, and no one knew, why when she did her brother B., started running, jumped in his robin egg blue truck and backed down the driveway, hit Portland Ave doing 70 and didn't stop driving until the high speed chase caught him in CT... oh but we knew before he was out of sight, why he started running... the dome house went up like Hiroshima into a mushroom cloud that could be seen across the entire state... turns out there was a Meth lab in that house.

June 19, 2016... the livestream of the bones went viral, it's what made my YouTube channel suddenly explode overnight... and police officer W.W. upset, by the fact that, the livestream included the entire police call and response, and that response was to laugh and do nothing... fed up with the corruption in his department, he forwarded that livestream VOD to the FBI, and the FBI arrived in Old Orchard Beach, to dig up the Reclaim Blueberry Plains, and all hell broke lose in this town, as most of the police officers suddenly found themselves arrested. An entire new police force from out of state was brought in to replace the long time officers who had proven they could be trusted to uphold the law. Many town hall officials and public works employees also found themselves arrested by the FBI.

June 26, 2016... barely a week later... the blond woman and the red haired Kendra woman showed up at my workplace, Scarborough WalMart, and tried to kill me, yet again... these are the same 2 woman who attacked me with golf clubs at Southern Maine Community College November 14, 2013... they left dead in 2013, I was paralized for 5 months. It took me 18 months to relearn to walk. I was out of the wheel chair, and I was without a walker, I was without a cane. I had almost fully covered from their November 14, 2013 attack with golf clubs... June 26, 2016, this time they attacked with shopping carts, and I'm now crippled for the rest of my life. They shattered 3 vertebra this time and it can't be operated on. I had to relearn to walk a second time, and I'm not yet recovered now in 2021. In 2013 they drove away in the 4 door white pickup truck. In 2016 they drove away in a gold Volvo SUV station wagon.

That blond woman and her red haired Kendra sister, they are wanted by the FBI for attempted murder of me and they are also wanted in questioning for being suspected of also being the murderers of my children.

I don't know who these 2 women are.

The blond woman shows up my driveway frequently, screaming and yelling, sometime accompanied by a small child, about 5 years old, that she pulls behind her in a red radio flyer wagon. She looks to be about 60 or 70. She often wears a denim button down shirt and jeans. She's prone to yelling at passing cars, while pointing up my driveway, and saying: "There's EelKat, she tried to kill my husband."

I've never tried to kill anyone, so accusation is baffling at best.

She seems to think I know who she is, and has made the claim, that "I was that brat in school"... the red haired Kendra woman, sometimes with her, claims to be her sister, also appears to be 60 to 70 and also seems to think I know who she is, and frequently says: "You bullied me in school, but no more, I'm Kendra SilverMander it's my turn to shine."

They BOTH make the claim they went to school with me, and yet, I never went to school, a well documented fact... because I'm the child the FBI rescued what the news media called "Maine's House of Horrors". I was locked in a cage when I was 8 years old. I was let out on Sundays, to go to church, and not allowed to speak or make eye contact with anyone, and this was only done infrequently, whenever church goers asked what happened to that girl you had". I was 31 years old when the FBI arrived, because of Heaven's Gate having killed 39 people, and my uncle being one of the members and self proclaiming himself as the leader of Heaven's Gate after Applewhite's death. The FBI was investigating the murder of 39 people in California, and had no idea they'd find children in cages in Maine as a result.

So you see, when the blond woman and her Kendra sister, make the claim they went to school with me and I was the class bully who beat them up, this is easily proven false, because the time period when I should have been in school, I was locked in a cage, being tortured by my sadistic uncle Bruce.

Also, they are in their late 60s to mid 70s... making them older than my parents, so how could I have been in school with them, even if I had gone to school? At best I would have been starting pre-school the year they would have been graduating high school.

These things they say about school, only further agrees with what police officer W. W. said May 15, 2015, when he made the claim, they had gotten me mixed up with someone else.

July 2016, a month after the shopping cart attack... yet another Old Orchard Beach police officer arrived, this one accompanied by 2 Biddeford officers, who had been former OOB officers... these 3 officers, had a vastly eye opening story to tell me.

They had been called to Old Orchard Beach, to my farm, to arrest me, a call made to them, by a man named Mark, whom one of these officers, claimed was his brother in law. This Biddeford officer, said he requested to transfer ot of Old Orchard Beach department years ago, because his sister (whom he claimed he suspected, but could not prove was the blond woman whom had attacked me at WalMart) was quote "trying to control the town" he said "treats Old Orchard Beach like a dynasty, thinks she's a duchess, has severe mental disorders, and thought she could buy the police department". He went on to say, she got in with the real Mafia years ago and went to her head, and now she thinks she IS the Mafia and most of Old Orchard Beach's business owners, especially the motel owners are scared shitless of her, because they believe her claim to be Mafia. He went on to say, she's not Mafia, but she's good at convincing people she is and stated "I wouldn't murder beyond her. She'd do it just to prove she is Mafia." He said he transferred out of OOB department to Biddeford department because he was fed up with how easy it was for her to get every officer to do anything she asked. He said "the corruption in that department runs deep; don't cross her or any officer she controls; they WILL kill you and every around you. You don't know who her husband is. He doesn't just control that town, he controls half the state."

What he was telling me was bizarre on extremes, but even more bizarre was the live feed radio call, that he had me listen too, as it was happening, on my farm in Old Orchard, while I was at my dad's house in Biddeford.

He said: "The Old Orchard Department called me, asked me to come over here. Buddy Will wanted to prove you were not in Old Orchard and that Mark has you mixed up with someone else. That fucking bastard is crying wolf and trying to frame you, we can prove it right now. We are fucking fed up WolfBoy."

He turned on his radio, so I could hear. A what I heard... a man whose voice I do not recognize, yelling at a Officer W.W. and saying: 

"That is Wendy, arrest her now! That is EelKat. She tried to kill me."

While officer W.W. and another officer, told the man: "his isn't Wendy. We have officers with her right now. Who tried to kill you? Wendy? Or THIS woman right here?"

"This woman right here! This is EelKat I tell you! Arrest her! What do you think I pay you for! You aren't allow to defy me! I own this town! You are my slaves. I command you to arrest her!"

W.W.: "This isn't EelKat. This isn't Wendy. I've known her for years. And right now, she's on the other side of the state. With 3 officers, listening to you right now. You are NOT the law. We've had it with you. You don't own me. And you've mixed her up with someone else. You've been harassing the wrong damned person. You dare call us about Wendy ever again, and I will personally arrest you for false reports, than I'll tell them everything. You'll never see the outside a prison for the rest of your life when I get done with you. You fucking leave this woman alone. You destroyed her life, because you couldn't tell her apart from someone else."

I used to aqua jog, mountain climb, horseback riding, and I hiked 13 miles a day. And in the blink of an eye, that lifestyle was taken away, and every day was struggle, just to sit up and breath, with no hope of ever walking again. I defied doctors. It's been 8 years and I can move around the house by holding on to things and I now can walk again, at the moment only short distances outside with a cane, and the hope is to continue to improve. I still have a long road of recovery ahead. But I'm walking again, something that 8 years ago, doctors said would never happen. 

My farm was razed.

My family was murdered.

I was 5 months paralysed, and had to relearn to walk. It was 8 years ago and I'm not yet fully recovered due to 3 inoperable vertebrae and hip dysplasia. November 14, 2013, 10PM, at WalMart, while putting bags of groceries in the back seat of my car, I was attacked by 3 rapists armed with metal golf clubs, who left me parallelized, in a wheel chair, broken spine, broken hip, broken pelvis, broken knees, serve nerve damage to my left side limiting the use of my left hand, my bladder incontinent from nerve damage, they left me for dead, and I had doctors telling me I would never walk again.

There's more that has happened. A lot more. The thousands of gallons of sewage they pumped into my motorhome in 2015. The cats. the Ptarmagin cats. World famous groups of cats. You remember them. If so, you remember what these people did to those cats. Poisoned. All dead the same day. 12 cats. Dead to what the vet described as: "enough poison to kill a great dane". My horse, she had her head beat in with a rock. My bantam roosters... 70 pet roosters, hung by their necks in rope nooses in my rose bushes.

All because this man, this mystery Mark, whose last name seems to be known to the police but is still unknown to me and man whom I've never seen or met - he keeps his face covered whenever he shows up... mistook me for someone else... and police officers and town hall workers and public work employees.

Welcome to Old Orchard Beach... this is NOT the way life should be, you know it.

What these people did to me, should never have happened, and according to the police, it's been happening for 50+ years to hundreds of people, hundreds of families, in this town, and every one is too scare to talk about it or fight back to stop it. That NEEDS to change.

The corruption in our town, needs to stop... but it won't end, until every last person who is being harassed by these people stand up, put their foot down, and say enough is enough, we ain't gonna take this any more.

We the people of Old Orchard Beach need to take back our town.

NOTE: Chat is set to emote only on my Twitch channel and my personal contact information has been removed from my website and every place else, due to the HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of false reports of "information", along with vile hateful memes about the murder of my family being sent to me by trolls who think mocking the murder of my family is funny.

FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322 

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Some Thoughts On Writing Gods, Demi-gods, Immortals, Demons, Angels, Heaven, & Hell In Fantasy Worlds

>>If a character is a demon,how should they be written?

Any way you want them.

How do you see Demons?

  • If your story has a Christian/Jewish/Muslim type based setting, then Demons are likely hideous monsters with physical or spiritual bodies, who strive to build up an army against God. They probably are warriors and battle against winged beings called Angels.
  • If your story has a Catholic style setting, Demons will likely be disembodied spirits trying to possess people.
  • If your story has a Welsh, Scottish, or Irish style setting, Demons will likely be pygmy sized Humanoids, who play tricks and pranks on people.
  • If your story is a Buffy the Vampire Slayer type setting, then your Demons would be a Fantasy race similar to Elves, Orcs, Goblins, and Dwarves. They are not good or evil, they are just another race of being.
  • If your story is a Charmed type setting, your Demons are from an alternate Dimension, one that is not a nice place to be, so they are trying to escape it to live on Earth, but are killing off Humans to make room for them to live here.
  • If your story is a Japanese-type setting, they were be beautiful Elf-like creatures, with the powers of a demi-god, and often just living peacefully, until someone pisses them off and they decide to kill everyone around them to restore their peaceful life.
  • If your story is a Cthulhu, Lovecraftian, Cultists style setting, then your Demons would be tentacle aliens (true monsters) that eat Humans, and are seen by Cultists a ancient Gods, but are in fact just giant hulking, mindless blobs looking for food.

Those are just a few of your options. There are dozens more out there if you start looking around at the various ways in which people have interpreted Demons.

In my own novels, I go sort of the Buffy-style road with my Demons. They are physical Humanoids from a different dimension. They can pass for Humans, except for the fact that they have neon coloured hair and eyes, and wear outlandish clothes. Basically, the Demons in my novels look like 1980s Glam Rockers. They are no more or less evil then Humans are and can be as good or as evil as they choose to be. Most just want to live their lives and tend to blend in with Humans, existing alongside Humans with most Humans never knowing they are Demons, and just thinking they are eccentric punk kids.

It's you novel. Write your Demons however it best fits the story you want to tell.

Do your angels and demons wear clothes in their realm? 

do your angels and demons wear clothes in their realm? from worldbuilding

Angels? No. Why? I've no clue. Angels are kind of arrogant snooty sots, though. Having a perfect body to strut around in, kind of makes you want to not wear clothes so everyone can see how perfect your body is....I guess. I'm not sure. One rarely encounters Angels in my world, so I've never fully developed their society. They kind of live in their own domain, not on Earth with everyone else, and are too busy prancing around being perfect goody-2-shoes, patty each other on the back because they are just so danged great and know they are so danged great, that they don't have time to do anything other then bask in the glory of each other's greatness.

Angels in my world are kind of - those guys you see strutting around every beach. You know the ones - those guys every beach has, that are strutting around in tiny string speedos, flexing their muscles and telling every girl they meet how lucky she is that she got a chance to see his great body today. The girls are rolling their eyes and thinking "Man is this guy a pompous superficial dolt. All he cares about are his looks." While the guy is telling his buddies "She digs me, man!"

In short, Angels exist, every one knows they exist, but it could be centuries between then glorifying their own glory, before they stop glorifying long enough to notice there's a planet over there that they are supposed to be guardians of and people they are supposed to be protecting.

But, whenever they do show up, they are always strip naked...and I've never stopped to think about why I designed them that way, so I don't know if there is a reason they are naked beyond their vanity or not.

Also in my world - Angels are the bad guys and Demons are the good guys.

Demons on the other hand...

Demons like to wear a lot of jewelry and bright flashy colours. Fluorescent Yellows, Neon Oranges, Eye Popping Pinks, Dayglow Limon Greens, Electric Blues... Demons live for unnaturally bright, super dramatic, overly garish, very 1970s/1980's colour schemes, with the Mr.T jewelry gold chain bling to match.

Demons love their bling.

Demons are everywhere. They show up in every novel of the series. None of them is ever naked. Some can pass for Human, most of Humanoid, some are Eldritch Aberrations. Type of clothes varies from one type of Demon to the next, but as a general rule the colours are always going to be way brighter then anything Humans wear. It's believe to be due to their seeing colours differently, but no one really knows for sure.

Demons also tend to have wild bright coloured hair (naturally, not dyed) - greens, pinks, purples... I designed my original Demons around 1987 back when I was a screaming fangirl of the Jew tv show and Jem dolls. And at first I had designed them to be aliens that had come to earth and were disguised as glam rockers because it was the only way they could fit in. But then I changed them to Demons designed as glam rockers.

Basically the original premise was that ALL glam rockers were Demons and that that was why they had coloured hair and wore "loud" clothes. I had done this because at the time, I just wanted to have glam rockers as characters in the novel I was working on. Over the years however, the series evolved and the stories were based in Medieval times (900s to 1400s) instead of current era (current era was 1970s to 1980s because that's when I wrote them). I ended up now telling the stories of the grand parents of the original characters. So while in the original novels the Demons could fit in with the glam rock scene, in the novels I write for the series now, the characters are sticking out like soar thumbs, because of their wild hair and clothes.

Slimes, Oozes, Fungi, Shrooms, and similar ooey-gooey types don't wear clothes. But they are basically bubbling blogs of goo slithering across the floor and nothing to really put clothes on.

One of the primary characters (who is the main character's lover) is a time traveling Chaos Demon, with neon yellow glow in the dark hair. He not only wears clothes, but his clothes often take center stage as plot points in the stories, specifically his coat of many pockets.

GhoulSpawn wears a long green, velvet coat, that reaches to the floor and looks almost like a dress. Inside the coat, sewed to the linings, are dozens of pockets. Each pocket is in fact a bag of holding, and so GhoulSpawn is able to carry with him, everything he owns, including the 1974 AMC Gremlin that he drives and for some unknown reason a kitchen sink. He also keeps his herds of sheep in his pockets. When asked how he is able to keep the sheep in his pockets, he explains that each pocket is in fact a portal, and the she are not in fact actually in his pocket, but rather are in a field that exist in the portal in his pocket.

The stories are frequently tripped up by other characters giving GhoulSpawn an item to carry, knowing he never runs out o places to put things, but then all hell breaks lose when they actually need to retrieve the item from him and he, being somewhat absent minded, can never remember what pocket he put it in. And he's got like 50 or 60 pockets at least. So now they have to wait for him to unload his pockets.

Well, he's also a compulsive pickpocket and a thief, so since the time of giving him the item, he's now snatched up everything they've walked past that wasn't nailed down and stuffed them in his pockets as well. So he'll be there pulling the craziest damned stuff out of his pockets, everything from TVs he stole from the future to that pair of oxen they passed on the road to an elephant that he can't remember stealing and can't figure out how he fit it in his pocket. His herd of sheep will get lose and then they'll be chasing down sheep for hours. A few dozen pockets and several hundred items later, he'll ask: "What was it I was looking for again?"

But yeah. Demons tend to be clothed in wild, bright, neon colours t match their wild, bright, phosphorescent hair. Whereas Angels are super buff arrogant demi-gods who strut around naked as Michelangelo's David statue because they like to show of their great bods. And there's no real reason behind either of these things other then, it's just the way I decided to do it. :P

Eternal beings: their psychology

Eternal beings: their psychology from worldbuilding

  • How would be the mind, personality and behaving of someone that lived a infinite time before the existence of the universe?
  • How would be, after experiment infinite experiences or a infinite time between the nothing?
  • How does they perceive the time?

Not quite as long lived as what you are talking about, but I've got a character (a Faerie) who is over 2,000 years old. And the way I did him, was, when he was younger he was your basic average young person, then as he got older he went power crazy, crowned himself king, built an army and marched across the planet killing everything just because he could. After a couple of centuries of that, however he got bored with killing things and started keeping Elves for pets. Later as he got even older, and even more bored, he became a trickster - running around wreaking havoc for people (Humans, Elves, etc) and then sitting back laughing while he watched them sort the mess out. The older he gets the more mischievous his pranks become.

So basically what the idea is, is that Faeries do not start out as tricksters, but they live for so long, that they eventually do everything, try everything, have been everywhere, seen everything, that after a while they just get bored. They run out of things to do, so they start messing with people to pass the time, find out it alleviates the boredom, so do it even more. They don't realize that people now see Fae as evil, because they are like little toddlers having fun and don't realize they are hurting people.

Humans are so short lived and Faeries so long lived that the Fae just see Humans as like bugs or ants. Insignificant. Expendable. Play with it for a bit, then spray it with Raid.

Human emotions are also very different from Faerie emotions. So different that they don't realize Humans have emotions or feelings.

It ends up, because of the difference in lifespan, they have vastly different emotions and outlooks, and have difficulty relating to beings with shorter lifespans, in exactly same way Humans have difficulty emotionally relating to ants.

I'd assume that a race that was even longer lived then the Fae (like your race) would end up being even more emotionaly alien from Humans.

I would think we as Humans should be terrified of them as well, because something that close to being a god, is also gonna be completely devoid of compassion, feelings, or any level of sympathy for Humans at all. They'd likely see us as less than ants - a virus on in planet, parasites to be eradicated. The closer something comes to being a true god, the more alien and less human it becomes, and therefore the more evil it is going to be towards humans as it will have no way of relating to us as all.

  • Both things, immortality and eternity, are extremely different at the practice.

Ah! I like that. Most people think of them as interchangeable. I've attempted to explain the 2 as different in my own novels.

The Faerie King I mentioned in my other post? He eventually dies. He gets in a fight with an Elf who stabs him. The wound gets infected and suddenly the Faerie who never had to think about immortality before, is faced with the realization of: "OMG! I'm not immortal! I can die. I'm dying. I don't want to die. I've lived so long already. I thought I would live forever."

He knows from seeing Humans with an infected wound, that he's only got a few days, perhaps a few weeks before the infection kills him. (it's the 900s so not much medical knowledge going on here, especially with Fae who tend to be childish and are prone to thinking they are immortal even though they aren't.)

So, he ends up casting a Lich spell, then committing suicide, so he can come back as a Lich (basically an immortal super powered vampire-ghost-like skeleton beast). He picked a Lich rather then something like a Vampire, because of the fact, that Liches don't die.

A Lich is a skeleton with bones made of ice, so they freeze everything. But they cast glimmer spells, so they look just like an ordinary person and can blend in with the crowd. In theory (our real world mythology and folklore) Liches become Liches so they can amass knowledge and eventually resurrect themselves as a god that will live for eternity.

You kill a Lich, and you think it's dead, but the next day, there it is again. You cut off it's head and sink it's head in concrete. The next day it's headless body is back digging for it's head. They do not stay dead.

Well, the way I did it in my books, is, what they don't find out until they actually become a Lich, is that, they have no ability to alleviate desires. They still grow hungry, but being bones made of ice, they can not eat, so they grow ever more hungry every day. Stab them and they feel the pain, but being made of ice, there is no flesh to heal, so the pain stays with them and doesn't go away. They still feel the desires for sex, love, and companionship, but being made of icy bones have no way to cease their lusts. Eventually they go mad. Completely insane, unable to do anything but fly frantically around screaming, because they are so over burdened with the pains and desires of life.

They don't realize they are not really feeling those things, that it's phantom memories their soul is experiencing. Liches in my books, end up seeking out ways to die to end their torment, so they start killing themselves over and over and over and over again, frustrated by the fact that they can not stay dead and keep resurrecting automatically each day.

Immortality, then becomes a thing that means: a person who can not die

Whereas Eternity means: lasting forever.

In theory an immortal can be killed, but no one knows how to pull it off, so for now they suffer in the inability to die. They may well end up living for eternity.

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Help with Writing About Hell For Paranormal Romance Authors

As has been requested (endlessly) EK's Star Log is returning to the internet. You can still read the original archive here... 

The reason you couldn't find it is because I set it to private un-index mode, meaning it no longer shows up in Google search results and can only be accessed by a direct link.

Meaning, if you didn't have the url for it, no amount of searching for it would tell you how to find it. Anyone who had the url could still access it though.

I had set it to private September 23, 2013, intending to move each page here to however, November 14, 2013, after only moving about 30 pages, I was beaten up and left paralyzed for 5 months, then spent 18 months relearning to walk. I am still crippled and have limited mobility.

Below is one of the blog posts that originally appeared on EK's Star Log. The original articles are still online but no longer indexed in Google. Links to the original article, are included with this post, as is the original posting date. Clicking the links will take you to the original site, where you can see the old Space Dock 13 website still online. Space Dock 13 as it looked when hosted on WordPress from 2003 to 2013.

Help with Writing About Hell For Paranormal Romance Authors

Help with Hell

Posted on Friday, October 3, 2008 | Comments Off

On NaNoWriMo today I found this question: HELP with Hell!

1. There is a list of things to get you into hell. What’s on it? (SOOOO important-one needs to qualify my MC’s mom)

2. Heaven is going to war with Hell. God didn’t have a say in it. (God isn’t in my novel at the moment… just referenced a few times) Why would the angels want to take over Hell?

3. Can someone explain Hell to me? How (in any point of view, many and/or the most common) did it come to be, can you get out of it and why does there need to be one?

4. Who are main demons/angels? Who sided with Lucifer in the first war?

5. If the keys to Hell were stolen, what would happen to all the bad souls? Why would Heaven want the keys? What could they do with them? How would that help with #2?

6. Based on your answers for the above, why would the girl side with Hell in the war?

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