+ Azrahlia Eternal +

Now and forever, she wishes happiness for her love.

"I only want your happiness, knowing I can never be yours to share it."

Azrahlia, the Goddess of Sorrow, Forsaken love, and Sadness of mind. More than a millennia ago Azrahlia was born. She grew up to be a beautiful child, never once suffering disease nor unhappiness, but never knowing truth, and never knowing the pain of loneliness. Her beauty, grace, and serene personality caused her to be courted by many a man from all over the world, all different. Even the Devil, a most evil being, softened his heart and fell in love with the beauty, watching her every move and falling madly in love. She had never accepted a single one, for she believe in love at first sight, and has not really seen it.

One day, she was told the story of the angels of heaven, of Gabriel, Lucifer, Satan, and even Azrael. Upon hearing the story of Azrael, she immediately fell in love with him, although she has never met him, of course. The God of death, whom delivers lost souls to their places, the only way for a mortal to meet him is to die. Of course, Azrahlia had to intention whatsoever of dying, until one day, he came to her. When her great grandmother died of old age, Azrael visited her body to take her soul to heaven. Because Azrahlia had been ever so in love with him, she was able to see him. She fell so obsessively in love with him, she would not do anything but think about and draw him everyday. One day, she knew what she would do. To see him just one time, to be with him just for the briefest moment, she would sacrifice her entire life.

"I would rather spend a single moment with the one I truly love, then to spend eternity without."

And so, with that, she put on her most beautiful dress, and quietly tried to commit suicide. She had slit her wrists, and was bleeding herself dry, loving every moment of the delicious pain because she knew it was bringing her to her true love.

But, the Devil was very jealous of Azrael, and completely angry that Azrael did not even love her back. Rather than let her meet him and feel the pain of rejection and having her die, he decided to give her immortality, having no idea that it would pain her so. He send a demon spirit to her, and just as the last drop bled out of her, the demon became her, and she healed completely. She was now immortal, but because her way of death was the loss of blood, she would forever have to drink it to survive without pain. She would not die from lack of blood, ever, but become completely pained and suffer, much like hell, if she does not drink of human blood, of the blood of what she used to be.

Thus, she became the first real true vampire. Sweet Azrahlia. No one knows of her vampiric nature, except her poor victims. It is believe that Akasha is the first real vampire, for no one knows the truth except for her.

For centuries she lived in this pain, unable to die, and unable to see her love. She now waits eternally.

In the light of the moon, in a special cove, where the moon shines full everyday, and the gentle waters crash upon the sparkling white sand, is where Azrahlia now dwells, living out eternity in pain and misery. It has broken her heart to live like this, especially because she has to take the life of a human every other day to not suffer.

She stands there every night, hair blowing gently in the wind, black silk dress flowing out behind her as the gentle sea breezes pass by. The waters lap at her feet and she stares infinitely to the darkness in front of her, oblivious to the world around her, aware only of her painful loneliness. With this sad despairing heart, she waits in the darkness eternally, waiting, waiting for her love, remaining there century after century, heart secretly and silently bleeding inside, tears of blood gently dripping down her cheeks. Azraehlia Eternal, the Goddess of Sorrow...


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I felt like drawing something very dark and sad, with of course my eternal rose theme. In the process of drawing it this beautiful sad story. It took me about 2 hours to draw, and 6 hours to touch up and trace and ink, and then about 5 hours of cging. It does not satisfy me really. I am not as happy with it as I had expected to be. I was to convey much more emotion, much more sorrow, despair, sadness, and darkness. But well nevertheless I am proud of it, but mostly of the story if inspired for me. l8r guys.

Eleine