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The fate of mankind has nothing to do with mankind…
Born of an angel and a daimon, Diago Alvarez is a singular being in a country torn by a looming civil war and the spiritual struggle between the forces of angels and daimons. With allegiance to no one but his partner Miquel, he is content to simply live in Barcelona, caring only for the man he loves and the music he makes. Yet, neither side is satisfied to let him lead this domesticated life and, knowing they can't get to him directly, they do the one thing he's always feared.
They go after Miquel.
Now, in order to save his lover's life, he is forced by an angel to perform a gruesome task: feed a child to the daimon Moloch in exchange for a coin that will limit the extent of the world's next war. The mission is fraught with danger, the time he has to accomplish it is limited…and the child he is to sacrifice is the son Diago never knew existed.
Gosh, this one went through so many stages, so I thought I'd show them. I still don't really think it's finished. I usually put together fully Fantasy based images, so time period appropriate clothing, hairstyles, etc etc are never usually an issue, and even though I gave it my best shot with this (1930's Spain), I still wavered pretty hard!
Firstly, the Los Nefilim are born of Angels or Daimons, or in Diago's case, both. And I love putting wings on things. So it started out something like this, a moment of affection between Miquel and Diago:
But then, I wanted to stay a little truer to Teresa Frohock's vision, in which the Los Nefiilim look mostly human, however I still wanted to show that these men are part ethereal in nature. I made the wings more of a suggestion..
And then.. I had a thought, and it made me actually kind of teary.. Diago and Miquel have a son, Rafael. The relationship between the three is just gorgeous.. I mean, breathtakingly so.. So, although I didn't want to add a third figure into the image, I thought "What if this was a photo, taken by Rafael as he was watching his father's finally lose themselves in a moment of pure love..?".. I actually did have a bit of a weep. No kidding! Probably a combo of heavy steroids and beautiful writing on behalf of Teresa Frohock, but I did. This is where I stopped, because that was enough for me.. It'll probably be fixed a little more in the future, but for now, this is enough.. I have no idea about what type of photographs would've been able to be taken in that period. nor how they would've aged, but I liked the idea of sepia. So this is it. For the moment..