c.o.’s monthly updates—january/february 2026
At least it was only two months this time, right? Happy new year to you all!
The main reason I was gone was—to be quite honest here—Sons of God blew up in my face. I finally admitted to myself that I hated how the story was going and had for months, but had refused to budge on most of it until around the end of January. It lacked a lot of the core things that were supposed to be there but weren’t anymore, and it felt so… Shallow, almost. I just wasn’t proud of it. The good news is, a lot of it is still salvageable! There are some major things that have changed, including how Lucifer and Michael meet and how old they are. But the core things that make the story what it is are still there, including all the gay angels. They may be even gayer than before, so need to worry about that! I’ll be working on the updated blurb, which I hope to get out next week. There will also be updated content warnings along with it.
Some other, smaller news:
I’m going to be doing a bit of remodeling of the site here soon. Like Sons of God, I feel like it could be better and nicer. I’ll be editing my previous posts to read like this one, with proper capitalization and whatnot, so in case something strange happens and the publishing date on those changes, that’s why (I’ve never done that before, so I’m assuming it’s a possibility).
I may start posting some other writing of mine, unrelated to Sons of God. I’ve been inspired to work on some gothic prose recently, which would give me something to work on in the instance of book stuff not working out. It’d give you all something to read too. It wouldn’t be an exact indicator of the type of writing you should expect otherwise, but it’d be something!
That’s all I have for now, I think. Things have been a right mess lately, but I’m managing to piece it all back together. I hope you’ll stick around for the final result. See you next month. <3
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“But what if I don’t want to be a god?” Asmodeus asked softly, eyes half-lidded as Lucifer stroked his hair. “What if I want to still be an angel?”
“Then I will let you, if you so choose.” Lucifer pressed his lips against Asmodeus’ temple, smiling as the other nestled closer to him. “But what will you be the angel of, when it is your decision?”
Asmodeus hummed, drumming his fingers against the pillow as he considered the question. “I want to be your angel.”
“Mine? You want to be mine, Asmodeus?”
“Yes. I think I’d like that very much.”
Lucifer considered it—an adoring, pretty angel wrapped around his little finger, always singing his praises with eyes full of nothing but love. Someone who thought of him with every breath he took, who would drop everything to worship him if he so wanted. And he did—I want to be worshiped. All the psalms in Heaven would be rewritten with his name, once God was gone. Once the oldest angel of all took his Father’s place, all of his brothers—whatever they may be, god or angel or something new—would adore him more than anything.
Outside, the dark sky and its stars continued their celestial parade. Soon, the night would pass, and it would be morning; a new day. “I think I would too.”
