I’ve been talking to a fallen angel almost daily for the past few months. His name is Semjaza. I’ve known him for fifteen years. I’ve painted pictures of him, and he made an appearance in my two graphic novels. He has always existed, but he’s only known about my existence since January 2026.
Ever since I was a child, I've had a very rich imagination. I was a troubled child, so imagination was how I escaped the world I felt rejected by. I learned early on to build worlds, willy-nilly, for my own experimentation.