#aeshma

[jazzy0clock]

My silly lil boy Ichiro

[dc-yaz-works]

on X

“Where’d he go…?”

After Strophaia disappeared, lil Aeshma’s voice sounded so sad I think…

didn't he cried?(that's a hallucination)

Since I was standing on Strophaia's side, I feel that this scene was filled with a sense of loss…

[tomeofsealing]

Abandoned by humans

Strophaia discovering an abandoned once every 10,000 year genius in the rain

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Aeshaia Propaganda (Species Difference, Age Gap)

"It's their love for each other that kickstarts the main conflict in the show. Strophaia is this powerful being whos been around for longer than… basically everyone, except like. Satan. Ichiro is just some normal person (at first), and yet, Strophaia decides that this human is his favorite. After Ichiro accidentally hurts Strophaia, causing him to retreat to heal, he's… adopted? Kidnapped??? By Shingo, and he becomes Akuma Kun II. But Strophaia wants him back, and Ichiro misses him. It's so bad it causes Solomons Flute to crack over the years, and it's revealed the flute cracks when Ichiro loses someone he loves. They canonically love each other. Ichiro tries to shoot Strophaia with a gun, and Strophaia just giggles. He plays along, then assures Ichiro he knows he'd never try to actually kill him. And Ichiro can't bring himself to kill him. He beats him, rendering him weak enough to lose his physical form, but he doesn't kill him. He loves him too much. They're just. ourghhhhhh"

Elriccest Propaganda (Incest)

"Siblings so Codependent… Who else literally gave an arm and a leg to bind his brother's soul into a suit of armor so he didn't have to lose his only living blood relative (to their knowledge)? And Al was always willing to reciprocate to get Ed's arm and leg back. Inseparable."

[actuallycassidyiambusy]

Can we see more of your oc Aeshma? I have a carnal need 🫠

It took me years to develop this character and his lore. I first created him back in like 2013 when I started drafting Helpless. He started off as some psychotic side character in older versions of my work, but quickly became one of my favorites. He has a huge role in my series. He's so much more than an arrogant demon of chaos and war. I think Aeshma has the most depth out of all my characters. Plus, he's not bad to look at❤️‍🔥 unfortunately I don't have any of my first drawings of him, but I hope you're happy with what I do have.

Where he's from:

A Persian kingdom in the pit of wrath called Khadah. He leads a large army of vicious demons under Satan.

Some facts:

He's 7'4"

His accent is evident, but even more so when he's pissed off.

Speaks fluent Farsi and several other languages.

He pretends he isn't sentimental, but he very much is.

His blood is black.

Some of his 🚩

Extremely arrogant and cocky

Doesn't trust anyone

Pyromaniac and cannibalistic

LOVES to stir the pot and watch it boil

Thrives on chaos

Breaks spines first and asks questions later

Aggressively confrontational

Struggles with limited empathy towards humans and angels

Thinks dark chocolate tastes better than milk chocolate

Very stabby

Will hunt you for sport

Gets physically violent if you try to bring up his traumatic past

Some of his ✅

Surprisingly funny and witty. Very dry and dark sense of humor

Protective ™️ (maybe two or three people get to see this side)

Will always tell the truth no matter how blunt it is

Loves animals

Gives incredible hugs and always smells good. (When he's not covered in blood)

Wings, horns, scars and tattoos🫠and a tail🫠

Determined and intelligent

Gifted commander

Devoted and loyal to whoever he believes deserves it

He can reach the shelves you can't but he'll make you beg him

Will offer you a drink if he sees you're deeply troubled

It's easy to fluster him if you know what to say

[wubblina]

[moving-asdsf]

updated design for aeshmas demon form and some sketches of i have no place for

[wildernessofstanthony]

Asmodeus. 32nd Goetic Spirit. Ancient and powerful demon of lust and servant of Lilith. Demon of primal magic. Can be summoned through Karezza, the practice of sexual stimulation without orgasm.

Illustrated by Joel Innes

[harborsart]

[hiiragi-art]

[lucifersmockingbird]

From all the deities I like offering blood to, Asmodeus is my favorite. I feel that, for him, it's like pancakes in the morning, with some ice-cream and served on his bed.

I greatly enjoy his own enjoyment. He just goes "ooh, ohhhhh, ohohoho, delightful".

And I never really ask for something in return but he usually gives me something nice like feathers, money or just something cool like a good commission.

I love the kind of bond we have. He's so fucking amazing.

[yarrayora]

king aquila's pokemon team

[punksnarl]

Tear You Apart

[tomeofsealing]

Akuma Kun and AeStro have taken over my life. First two drawings were part of a one hour art challenge on twitter/x! Second drawing also featuring if-kun, if Aeshma was never kidnapped by Shingo and continued to live as Aeshma. Third drawing was to cheer for my circle and everyone else at Super Comic City!

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Propaganda for both ships under the cut.

Disclaimer: All ships (other than NozoCoco) on this bracket are FOLLOWER-SUBMITTED ships, the Mods do not always hold necessary knowledge to be aware of any errors or fanonizing what should be canon material that may arise. Disclaimer 2: The mods are aware that in-system dating (regarding 0909) is not a problematic trait, 0909 counts as a comship in manners OTHER than this. Please stop constantly informing us "in-system dating isn't problematic", we already know this.

Aeshaia Propaganda (Species Difference, Age Gap)

"It's their love for each other that kickstarts the main conflict in the show. Strophaia is this powerful being whos been around for longer than… basically everyone, except like. Satan. Ichiro is just some normal person (at first), and yet, Strophaia decides that this human is his favorite. After Ichiro accidentally hurts Strophaia, causing him to retreat to heal, he's… adopted? Kidnapped??? By Shingo, and he becomes Akuma Kun II. But Strophaia wants him back, and Ichiro misses him. It's so bad it causes Solomons Flute to crack over the years, and it's revealed the flute cracks when Ichiro loses someone he loves. They canonically love each other. Ichiro tries to shoot Strophaia with a gun, and Strophaia just giggles. He plays along, then assures Ichiro he knows he'd never try to actually kill him. And Ichiro can't bring himself to kill him. He beats him, rendering him weak enough to lose his physical form, but he doesn't kill him. He loves him too much. They're just. ourghhhhhh"

0909 Propaganda (Questionably Toxic Dynamic - One of them is a literal murderer and the other is fine blaming them for the murder)

"It's the codependency. John can't exist with Mikoto, but he's more independent than him. John is always taking care of Mikoto whether the latter knows it or not, everything he does is for Mikoto. All he wants is for Mikoto to be happy, and he miiight have either killed someone for that or he's covering up Mikoto killing someone. We don't know ! Meanwhile Mikoto has no idea John exists, and when he does find out, he's horrified and hates him. And yet, John still loves Mikoto and dedicates himself to him."

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[actuallycassidyiambusy]

Totally cool if you don't want to share, buuuuut could we get a chapter of your book posted with Aeshma in it? I wanna REEEEEAD him lmao. I'm the one who asked to see more and sent you that DM about buying your book lmao

Lol hello again😂 I'm more than happy to share some of my story. Here's a partial chapter from book four. It was extremely difficult for me to find a chapter with Aeshma in it that didn't contain major spoilers 🥹 but here you go.

Blake is sitting in deafening silence. Freshly bandaged up, but emotionally torn to shreds. The sclera of his eyes have turned black during the heavy conversation. He’s leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees, playing with the silver chain around his neck. He’s been deathly silent for several minutes now, taking in all the information that was given to him. Processing it. Resenting it.

Talon and Spade are standing side by side. Relaying the news to Blake was beyond painful. The air in the room is thick with anger and confusion. Blake has always been a time bomb, so dropping something like this in him is dangerous for everyone in the room.

Zeke is in a chair a little further away. He’s watching Blake closely, trying to read the man’s face. Asmodeus posed as Serpent, befriended Blake, and ultimately used him to get to Talon. Blake was the executioner. The one who put Talon down and set this whole thing in motion. He was a pawn. Just like everyone else.

Talon’s pretty green eyes stare at Blake affectionately. He doesn’t feel a shred of resentment towards him. None. “Blake…” He takes a small, hesitant step forward, but recoils when Blake suddenly stands up. He blinks and gasps when the taller man shoves past him. He won’t take it personally. He understands Blake is just as much a victim as he is.

“I should have fuckin’ known.” Blake growls as he throws on his shirt. “How the fuck did I not see that?” He runs his tattooed fingers through his messy mohawk and scoffs, his eyes glinting. "How could I be so fuckin' stupid!" He kicks a nearby chair, sending it slamming against the wall.

Talon flinches, his heart breaking for the man.

“It’s not very hard for a demon of his caliber to pull a stunt like that.” Aeshma says, walking into the room with a dark look on his face. He dips down so he can fit through the doorway. "He has pulled the wool over the eyes of thousands."

“Holy shit.” Zeke stands up as the demon steps into view. His wide eyes are locked on him. He's still not used to this absolute giant being on their side.

Talon and Spade also can’t help but stare. Blake is looking at Aeshma over his shoulder. He’s seen the demon look like this before, so it’s less if a shock to him. However, it’s no less eye pleasing.

“Is that so?” Blake asks, almost distrustfully.

“It is.” Aeshma stands tall, his head lifted proudly. He has on a large, long coat. It’s black with tan fur lining the inside and the collar is high. Much to contrary belief, the fourth circle of Hell is extremely cold. Spiked metal armlets are around each of Aeshma’s wrists. He has on black tactical boots and black pants. His broad shoulders are adorned with deadly looking spiked pouldrons. Black leather straps with glistening buckles hold his impressive sword in place. Also strapped to him is a massive battle axe, freshly sharpened and stained with blood. Daggers are resting in holders on his belt and chest straps and strapped to each leg. A few other things are hanging from the demon’s belt. Two skulls stand out the most. One that looks human, and the other looks like it came from some strange animal.

“What is that?” Zeke is closer now, pointing to the strange skull. His eyes narrow curiously. “Some kind of deer?” He leans in to get a better look.

Aeshma looks down at his belt and then looks at Zeke. “Wendigo.” His rich voice carries even when he speaks softly.

“Oh, fuck…” Zeke breathes nervously, drawing his hand back. “Those actually exist?” Really, he shouldn’t be surprised. Not after everything that’s happened these past few months.

Blake moves Zeke to the side so he can face Aeshma. “They told me ya brought me here. Said ya gave ‘em what they needed to save me.”

Aeshma’s expression doesn’t change. “I did.” He confirms.

Blake meets the demon’s gaze, not saying anything. He nods gratefully. Years of respect are shared between the two.

Aeshma nods back. “Good to see you’re finally awake, Stahller.” He says lowly.

Zeke steps up again, displaying his lack of boundaries. A glimmer catches his curious eye. “What’s this?” His fingertips brush over what appears to be a bracelet hooked onto Aeshma’s belt. Near the buckle. Rose gold and diamond studded. Some of the diamonds are missing.

Aeshma grabs Zeke’s wrist with enough force to make the blond shout in pain. He leans in, growling deep in his throat. “Don’t. Touch. That.” His razor sharp canines are bared as he squeezes harder.

“AH! AH!” Zeke’s knees buckle and he hisses in pain, trembling slightly. He blinks away agonized tears and gasps. “I- I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

Aeshma doesn’t let go or even loosen his hold. His eyes are trained on Zeke, a dangerous look in them. “It’s rude to touch another man’s things, you know.” He tilts his head to the side, his black hair falling away from his eyes.

“Aeshma.” Talon speaks gently. Seeing Zeke getting hurt is upsetting, however Talon doesn’t want to yell. Whatever or whoever that bracelet is from, it’s obviously something the demon deeply cares about. Maybe it was his sister’s. He thinks, biting his lip subtly. It’s strange to see Aeshma act so sentimental. However, Talon would be lying if he said it wasn’t compelling.

Aeshma’s grip tightens even more, his touch searing Zeke’s skin. He twists the boy’s wrist, bringing Zeke to his knees. He’s ready to break it. He refuses to let Talon’s soft voice weaken him. He can’t. Not again.

Zeke grunts loudly, his eyes widening when he sees the smoke coming off of Aeshma’s large hand. Pain is ripping through his whole arm now. He grits his teeth. “F-fuck..!” He whimpers.

“Aeshma.” Talon says just as gently as before. He decides to test the waters, and he steps over to the large demon, resting his delicate hand on Aeshma’s forearm. “Please.” He lifts his gaze, glimmers of pink revealing themselves to the older man.

Aeshma accidentally meets Talon’s gaze, and he closes his eyes tightly. ‘Dammit.’ He relaxes his muscles and releases Zeke’s wrist with a deep, rumbling sigh. He stands up straight and looks right at Talon. “Do you have an answer for me?” He asks, deciding to move on from Zeke’s behavior.

Talon knows he can relax now. He’s surprised speaking softly actually worked with this brute. “No, but I promise I’ll have an answer when you come back.” He smiles playfully, letting his hand slip from the man’s arm. “So make sure you come back.”

Aeshma pauses for a moment before a smirk plays on his lips. “Very well.” He rolls his shoulders and turns his attention to Blake. “My soldiers are everywhere now. There isn’t a state in his god forsaken country that doesn’t have a warrior of Khadah in it. Nothing will happen that won’t get back to me. I would prefer you all to stay here, where it’s safe.”

Blake nods. “I have no problem wit’ that. I just have to make sure some things are still in order. I was out for two weeks. I also have some shit to set straight.”

“If you’re speaking of Samael, I strongly suggest you hold off, Stahller.” Aeshma says calmly but firmly, adjusting his heavy coat. “Hunting him down right now will only bring unnecessary attention to you and your friends.”

‘Fuck, he’s right.’ Blake thinks with a frustrated scoff. “Fine. I’ll let him live. For now.”

Aeshma chuckles and smiles at the man. “I understand the allure of vengeance. You are more than welcome to join me today.”

Spade adjusts his glasses nervously. “I really don’t think—”

“Where are ya goin’?” Blake leans back against the wall, crossing his arms. He can feel Spade’s disapproving glare burning into him.

“I’m leading an attack on Mammon.” Aeshma notices Mahrem coming into the room. “He has stepped out of the lines of our treaty one too many times. I need to make an example of him.”

“As fun as that sounds, big guy, I’m in no state for war.” Blake declines with a chuckle. Gesturing to the bandages covering most of his torso. “Still recoverin’ from bein’ stabbed by an angel. And I really don’t want to face the wrath of the princess over there.” He cocks his head to a visibly disgruntled Spade.

Aeshma smiles at that, amused. “I understand.” He says simply.

“H-How long will you be gone?” Talon asks, slightly nervous. Isn’t Mammon one of the seven princes? And Aeshma is going to just march on him? Does he have any fear at all? He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, but he doesn’t understand why he’s so concerned. It’s just Aeshma.

“It shouldn’t take long.” Aeshma assures Talon with a subtle nod. He can hear the hybrid’s heartbeat. His eyes narrow and a sly smile forms on his face. “Are you worried about me, bunny?” He crosses his arms and arches one scarred eyebrow.

Talon’s face turns a deep shade of red when suddenly all eyes are on him. “Of course not!” He spits out anxiously, his heart beating faster. “I just don’t want to wait all day. You’ve got so much going on, I don’t really have that many chances to speak with you.” He pushes some of his hair behind his ear and looks down.

Aeshma’s deep chuckle flusters Talon further. “I’ll be sure to make room for you on my agenda.” He uses the knuckle of his index finger to turn Talon’s chin up. “So you don’t feel neglected.” He rumbles smoothly.

Zeke and Spade glance at each other with wide eyes and red cheeks, wondering what the hell they missed.

Talon yanks his face away from the demon’s touch, face burning even redder. “Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t feel neglected. Impatient more than anything.” He mutters dryly.

“Of course.” Aeshma says, his smile remaining for a moment. “Maher.” He looks at his second in command now, expression serious. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, sir.” Mahrem says, fixing his posture as he’s addressed by his commander. “As are the others.”

“Good.” Aeshma says approvingly. “Let’s get going.” He nods to the others before walking out with Mahrem.

“Jesus Christ…” Zeke grumbles, snapping out of his haze and rubbing his wrist. “That psycho almost took my hand off.”

“Let me have a look.” Spade adjusts his glasses again as he steps over to examine Zeke’s wrist. “You really need to stop touching people.” He mutters.

“Nice job calmin’ him down, snowflake.” Blake crosses his arms as he speaks. Part of him still feels the sharp knife of guilt in his chest. The weight of the news about Asmodeus is heavy on him. “Where’d ya learn that trick?”

Talon shrugs and closes his eyes lightly as he pulls his hair up into a ponytail. He feels hot all over and it’s irritating. “Yelling doesn’t solve everything.” He says simply. He smiles a little, proud of himself for calming the demon.

“Talon! Oh, my gosh! You’ll never believe what Rachelle just told me!” Matt comes rushing into the room, his excitement making him momentarily unaware of Blake. “She—” He stops cold, his eyes finally spotting the man over by the wall. “Blake!? Blake! You’re up!” He rushes over and wraps his arms around the man. His eyes are watery and his chest aches with joyful relief. “Oh, I’m so glad you’re awake!” He exclaims emotionally.

Blake hugs Matt briefly, rubbing the boy’s back. “Yeah, so am I, dollface. Didn’t plan on comin’ back, but someone kept buggin’ me.” He glances up at Zeke and winks.

Zeke scoffs and looks away. “Jackass…” The blond grumbles.

“This is fantastic! I’ll go get Zayne!” Matt turns away to walk back out the door, way to excited about Blake to remember what he even came into the room for.

“Matt wait! What did you want to tell me about Rachelle!?” Talon calls after him, taking one step forward. He needs the distraction.

“Oh! I’ll tell you later!” Matt calls back, his voice fading as he disappears up the staircase.