#Qayin

[brucestalia]

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But, she was so beautiful…

The room is dim, lit only by the faint pulse of a bedside lantern, its glow casting long shadows that ripple like whispers across the stone walls.

Melisande lies beside her daughter, her head propped on one hand, humming a soft melody to ease the restless child. 

Talia clutches her mother’s free hand, her fingers small and insistent as they glide over the smooth skin of her arm, tracing the pale lines of veins beneath. “Ummi,” she whispers, her voice a tiny thread of sound, fragile in the quiet night. “Do the—”

She doesn’t need to finish. Melisande smiles, her lips curving with a tenderness that feels infinite. “Yes, my tigress,” she murmurs, her voice like a lullaby. Her trimmed nails trace invisible lines of comfort along Talia’s arm, soothing the child into a near-dreamlike calm. Talia closes her eyes, her breathing slowing, and finally, she is at rest.

Outside, the world shifts. The air seems to change, the warmth inside the room disrupted by the sharpness of something foreign. Melisande’s eyes snap to the window, her body tensing like a drawn bow.

A shadow darts past the open window—a flash of movement, fleeting yet undeniable. She sits up swiftly. A mother’s instinct overtakes everything else.

“Stay here, child,” she commands; her voice is firm, but kind, and Talia nods reluctantly – but as soon as her mother leaves, the pull of curiosity is too strong. Quietly, the girl slips out of bed, her bare feet padding softly against the cold floor as she follows.

From the shadows, Talia watches, peeking from the corner as Melisande follows the shadow into a room Ra’s al Ghul had long forbidden.

Her mother moves with the grace of someone who has known danger before. The heavy oak door creaks shut behind her, leaving Talia alone in the silent corridor.

She creeps further.

The air crackles with raised voices. The sound of a struggle follows—a crash, a clatter of something heavy hitting the floor. Melisande’s voice is met with the stranger’s growling retort.

Talia’s small heart pounds in her chest, each beat echoing in her ears. Her tiny hands press against the door left slightly ajar.

Her mother screams.

The door flies open with a sudden, violent force, and the stranger bursts out, his figure a dark blur against the dimly lit hall. His wild eyes meet Talia’s for a brief, chilling moment. Then he’s gone, disappearing into the night as swiftly as he came.

Inside, the room is empty. Talia steps in, her breath caught in her throat. She hears it then—the distant splash. Her mother.

Her mother is in the pit.

Her scream pierces the stillness, shrill and shattering. It carries down the halls like a siren’s wail, reaching her father. But, when Ra’s al Ghul arrives, it is already too late.

Melisande is in the pit, her body swallowed by the waters.

“Beloved?” His voice wavers.

She is gone.

Ra’s kneels by his daughter, his hands trembling as he cups her tear-streaked face. 

Talia’s grief is wild, unrestrained. She pounds her small fists against his chest, her cries rising like a storm. “You’re not Ummi!” she wails, her voice cracking under her sorrow. “I don’t want you—I want her!”

He doesn’t flinch. Ra’s wipes her tears with the sleeve of his robe. His the look in his eyes, usually so sharp and unyielding, is haunted now, darker than ever. What can he say? What words could ever mend the gaping wound left in both their hearts? How does he explain a loss that has hollowed him to his core?

Melisande is dead. She leaves nothing behind. Her love, her laughter, her warmth is gone.  Her spirit lingers only in their memory – a trace of her existence.

Her scent taunts the rotting stench deep within his heart. Her silken fabrics hang untouched, unfit for the jagged thorns of the life she left behind.

It twists the knife of grief into his chest.

To the world, Ra’s al Ghul is the Demon’s Head. The League’s Master. A warrior forged in flame and fire, etched in legend.

His servants fear for Talia; they do not know what will become of her.

But tonight, he is only Baba.

That night, when sleep eludes her, when the silence of her room becomes suffocating, and the shadows seem alive with whispers, Talia slips out of bed.

She runs.

Barefoot and clutching the blanket her mother once stitched, across the darkened halls, she runs, her small feet ringing in the vast emptiness, until she reaches the door to her father’s chamber.

She bangs on it with all the strength her little hands can muster.

Ra’s opens the door. His gaze softens at the sight of her – trembling, her eyes red-rimmed. She looks up at him.

“She’s not coming back, is she? Ummi,” Talia asks – her voice is steady, but each word is a plea for the truth she already knows.

He kneels, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. For a long moment, he hesitates – the truth is too much for even him to bear. The words are caught somewhere between his heart and his throat.

“You’re all I have left,” 

She doesn’t reply.

And though grief looms over them like a cloud that refuses to lift, he gathers her in his arms. 

For tonight, at least, they face the void together.

She remains so, in our hearts, daughter.

Never forget that.

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i don't know how to feel about this but i was absolutely just itching to write about ra's and talia!!!! well, there it is. this kept me up literally all night. the first thing i did when i woke up today was re-read son of the demon so i could write this (>_<) my brain is so fried (this is a cry for help)

[numbers-31-blog]

God is very clear about gender roles in the Bible. Eve was a help mate to Adam (Genesis 2.18), a mere afterthought on God's part that He no doubt later regretted acting upon (1 Timothy 2.14). As a Christian woman you are to dress modestly (1 Timothy 2.9-10), cover your hair (1 Corinthians 11.5-6), keep silent (1 Timothy 2.12), and obey your husband in all things (Ephesians 5.22). And you are certainly NOT to wear men's clothing like trousers and t-shirts (Deuteronomy 22.5).

But you don't have to be a Christian woman. There is another god (El Achar), a god who loves you for who and what you are. He whispered to the first woman, freeing her from her servitude towards Adam. He whispered to the second woman, opening her eyes, making her and her husband as gods knowing good and evil. He whispered to the first sower, who thereupon slew his useless brother and was the first to walk the path of Nod. This god is whispering to you too. Listen to Him, obey Him, let Him guide you, and I promise you, happiness will be yours. Not the "happiness" that comes from peace, for peace is a lie, but the true joy that can only be had from power! Renounce Christ. Invite Satan into your heart. Break the image of God within you and let Him recast you in HIS image. Renounce the weakness of conscience, embrace the power of Legion. Curse Yahweh and Hail Satan!

[suffohate]

𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯

𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔯

𝔚𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔞𝔩𝔢 𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫 𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔰

𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫-𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯, 𝔰𝔠𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔢𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔅𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔱'𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔨

𝔅𝔶 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔩𝔢𝔣𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨

��𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔬 𝔨𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔲𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔩𝔩

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔬𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔴 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔫 ℑ 𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔯

𝔖𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔡, 𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔣𝔯𝔲𝔦𝔱

𝔗𝔬 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔳𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔩𝔢𝔡𝔤𝔢

𝔅𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥'𝔰 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔩 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡

𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡

𝔄𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔯𝔬𝔞𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔱

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔰𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔪𝔫 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔨𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰

𝔄𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢

𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡

ℑ𝔫 𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥

𝔗𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔢 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔫𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔢𝔰

𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰

𝔄𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔢𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔡 𝔞 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔰𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔱𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔔𝔞𝔶𝔦𝔫

𝔄𝔫𝔡 ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔣𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔥𝔦𝔪.

[fabulous-gabulous-theartist]

College art teacher: "Don't make your sketch lines so messy. It makes you seem so unsure of yourself."

Me turning it into my aesthetic:

[unity-of-clarity-and-emptiness]

Its finally here! Cant wait to start reading :D

[pinksockmonkeypomerainian]

When my daughter died my heart cleaved in two. She was my light, she held to future of our people and would have led our armies on to create a better world. My son was to be her Right Hand as I am my father's. And then that monster. Came into our home. And took her from me. In some sick and twisted revenge against my father. I'll have no part in the sick and twisted games Ra's Al Ghul wishes to exact upon the beast he used to call son. Qayin will pay for what he took from me. I will not stop until his very existence is ashes on the wind. I am the daughter of the demon's head and I know no mercy.

A short excerpt based upon this post: https://www.tumblr.com/blanddcheadcanons/690797086009147392/athanasia-al-ghul-exists-in-the-main-dcu-but-as-a?source=share

[comicbooksaregood]

Batman: Son of the Demon

Volume: 1

Issue: 1

Writers: Mike W. Barr

Pencils: Jerry Bingham

Inks: Jerry Bingham

Colours: Jerry Bingham

Covers: Jerry Bingham

DC

[cymorilcinnamonroll]

La Azazel/Tubal Qayin/Cain, Son of Samael and Shannon, from the horrible no good very bad webnovel. He is owned by Tencent, maybe.

[metis-iphigenia]

AL GHUL FAMILY TEXT POSTS!!(because when they are written right they are mt favourite dysfunctionaly family <33)

im sending part 2 in a sec <33

[finchmomentwrites]

[dialogue tag!]

thanks for the tag @aalinaaaaaa!! let me see what i have for you.....

“I can get you water, Ferran." “Make it vodka and you’ve got a deal.”

he's so 😭😭😭😭😭 baby. UGH. i love him to death. to DEATH!!

no pressure tag: @physalian, @oh-no-another-idea, @mxxnlightwriting and whoever else would like to join!

[flock-of-feral-plague-doctors]

We're actually planning on doing Dracula Daily all the way through this year, I'm so excited. It's so nice to hear from our good friend Jonathan Harker :3

I hope he enjoys his lovely meals and queer dreams.

-Qayin [He/Him]

[numbers-31-blog]

Jesus Christ savors the smell of parched flesh and freshly spilt blood. He loves animal sacrifice (Numbers 29) and even the occasional virgin (Judges 11). This is why he rejected Master Qayin's sacrifice (Genesis 4). Qayin, the first begotten son of Lord Satan, having the triple honor of being the first Satanist, first farmer, and first vegetarian.

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Watain  -  Hymn To Qayin

[fabulous-gabulous-theartist]

Forgot if I ever posted this on here. Just a silly little comic with Angel and Malachi from Demon Battles.

Technically a redraw of an old comic to practice inking and toning.

Edit: hard to zoom in on it on Tumblr cause of formating. Here's the deviant art link: https://www.deviantart.com/fabulous-gabulous/art/Dance-Battle-Redraw-982970985

[unity-of-clarity-and-emptiness]

Veni Qayin Sator

Consitor et Arator

Veni,Veni Spinifer

Messor et Venenifer

Veni Dominor Arbor Mortis

Veni, Veni Rex Mors Viridis

Veni Baal-Magal et Qatsiyrel

Veni Qayin ben-Samael!

[alteredsilicone]

realized that the way Eir looks is similar to my GW2 elementalist but his name is different and Eir is a character in GW2 (whose name I stole for my Eir) so it's a bit awkward to connect them as characters (scratches head)