Sidney Eula

Lolka w the yellow eyes ⭐️🐉
Love the texture in his hair…

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Hey been drawing all week and wanted to share 🦑✨ this is my Zaccai (he/him they/them) — he’s a vampire 🩸

The hair was my favorite part aside from the eyes. I wanted to make it look formless and slick so I think I captured that well. Probably would improve on my proportion skills. But it was nice to be able to replicate him so many times! 🥳

Thoughts? ❤️💬💁🏾‍♀️

✨Zaccai✨
He loves to wear makeup and jewelry and is very in touch with his feminine side!

*Excerpt: Chapter Nine: Zaccai’s Dream*

Zaccai POV...
I took a walk to collect my thoughts. Those dreams were a constant reminder of the thing I regretted most. It was as if God continued to spite me even while I slept. It was more than frustrating. It was humiliating. Having to pay the price for something I hardly remembered doing. I had no self control. I was bound by one purpose and I couldn’t free myself from it until it was done. It wasn’t my choice. But I wasn’t the only one who was punished. When the Hebrews were set free from slavery, God sent them wandering the desert for many years, and they never found the promise land. We all had to suffer because of what I did, and out of spite and loneliness I turned three innocent people into creatures like myself just to have something to hold onto.

I wasn’t a good person. I knew that. I stopped trying to be a long time ago, yet I still found myself getting caught up in what little morality I had left. Like Caliban, and how deeply and pathetically I loved him. His face, his eyes, his tone of voice, it was everything I ever wanted, but could never have. God was right. I’d never have anyone to love. And I feared one day I’d lose John as a result of this curse. Any kind of love I managed to find was temporary and fleeting like my sporadic emotions. But my affection for Caliban was deeply rooted in my blood, and I yearned for him in ways I hardly understood. His beauty infected me like a sickness and I couldn’t get him out of my head no matter how I tried. It angered me. And I couldn’t help but hate her. I couldn’t help but envy her. If only I was born a woman instead of a man. Then maybe, maybe I could have held him in my arms.

✨Caliban & Belaset✨
Belaset is French, 4’11 with green eyes and white hair. Caliban is 6’5 with blue eyes and crimson red hair.

*Excerpt from Chapter 9: The Taking*

Caliban smiled. He touched my cheek, rubbing his thumb along my bottom lip. “I love you.”

I couldn’t respond. I couldn’t feel it yet, despite how my heart yearned to. I just looked into his eyes longingly, leaning in and planting a soft kiss upon his lips. He tenderly kissed me back, sneaking his tongue into my mouth as he did so. He held my jaw and pulled me in deep, overpowering the kiss with his dominance.

I leaned against the door of the carriage as he mounted me suddenly, corralling my body beneath his own. My heart raced and I couldn’t fathom what was happening in real time. As if the world moved at a slower pace than usual. He nearly laid a hand upon my breast before the carriage hit a bump in the road, jolting us.

Our kiss broke apart and we stared at each other with our breaths heavy. “I apologize,” he sighed, pulling away. I sat up reluctantly, confused on why his eyes had become sad. “I lost myself. I shouldn’t have gotten on top of you like that.”

“No, no,” I assured, touching his arm. “I enjoyed it. I…” I trailed off and leaned close to him. “I want to continue in your bed.”

His eyes widened. “Are you ready for that?”

“Caliban, I’ve been ready,” I insisted. “Are you?”

He glanced at my cleavage and sucked in his bottom lip. “More than ever,” he replied softly, his eyes full of want.

✨Caliban✨
He’s a succubus demon from the underworld who uses seduction to hunt his prey. His human form is unbearably beautiful and he radiates a faint smell of roses. He can use the smell of pheromones to dictate exactly what his prey desires.