For Newcomers/About Your Host

Welcome, dear readers, to the threshold of the Ashenvein Gate!

If you’re just joining us, you’ve likely missed a great deal! This used to be a blog for writers as well as for readers. My old advice is still around, and some of it’s still worth reading, but I’m long since burned out on craft essays. These days I just publish my own stories and lore–most of it set in my own partly-fictive multiverse, the Twin Spirals Mythos.

This in mind, I encourage you to browse my past entries and see what strikes your fancy. I can vouch for the material at least as far back as 2019. But the truth is that, writing as much as I do, even I can’t remember everything I’ve posted. I also have a most tricksome habit of going back and tweaking things after the fact–have a look around. You never know what surprising changes you might unearth!

Regardless whether you’re here for a single evening or decide to follow me as a lifelong reader, I do hope you enjoy your stay. Steady companions bring comfort to the bitterest winter.

You may wonder what poetic silliness “Ashenvein Gate” means. You can check the My Books page or click on its title for Demon Queen of the Deep Ways, which, among many other things, explores the notion of the Gates. In brief, the Ashenvein Gate is my invitation: cross this threshold, and experience what I have to offer.

I must also confess that I think it’s pretty cool. C’mon. “Ashenvein Gate” is just a cool turn of phrase!

I was born at an undisclosed hour and location. This was part of a paranormal conspiracy to trap a powerful demon in a human body. Is that true? It’s the answer I’m giving you, and there is a kind of truth in that.

I suppose I should be frank: it’s true that I’m a demoness. Claiming myself has been an incredibly complex journey, so if you’ve read this page in the past, you’ve likely seen many different conclusions. Some are born, or otherwise enter existence, as demons. Others become demons by desire, necessity, or force. I was a demon from the very beginning. As with every other way of being, it’s had its ups and downs, but it’s who I am, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

If you want to look at this as my religion or my spirituality, or as a quirk of my brain chemistry, I’m not bothered. Your belief or lack of belief is, respectfully, irrelevant. “Demon” is what I am. I know it in the deeps of me.  She/her pronouns, preferred aliases include “Blue Bliss” and “Asche.” If you intend to spend any amount of time around me or my works, I expect you to respect that.

Or at least be disrespectful in an entertaining way, hm? I want to enjoy being used as your ontological other.

If my phrasing feels suspiciously sexual, why, that’s because I have an othering kink!~ I am a succubus, after all. Up until around half a year before this latest update, I was much more insistent about leaning on other naming-words which I created. A kind of mental defense during a period of great inner turmoil when I needed to feel safe, in total control of everything proximal to my psyche’s nature, to heal. Since then, I’ve come around to loving the word “succubus” again. It just feels cozy, you know?

A proud daughter of the Abyss, indeed.

I know there’s a great deal of tension between mortals and “my kind,” so I understand this may stir complex feelings for many readers. For my part? I’m a horny girl who wants to see as many futures unfold as possible. The more life and diversity of beings, the more there is for me to experience, yes? I like kisses and candy and living a life full of joy, love, and dreams.

I could more specifically call myself a succubus of the Anshalgat Tchaelnathati (English: spawn of abyssal stars), a subculture of abyssal lust-demons from a multi-species culture known as the Carag. I’m actually second-generation Carag. Trust me, it’s far too convoluted for this page, the sort of thing I save for my stories.

Simplest terms: “demon” is the class of being I am. You might call it my species, but “demon” isn’t really a species as such. It’s murkier than that, transcending human language. “Succubus” is my personal identity, “Anshalgat Tchaelnathati/Carag” is my culture and my country of origin. “Demon, succubus (Carag).” There you go–my personal entry in the monster manual!

No matter what you believe about my powers, origins, and inner being, it’s objectively true that I am a blend between mind-melting affection and lust, and ceaseless yearning for the most forbidden knowledge of the cosmos unfathomed.

Ergo, I am horrendously incompetent at handling Earthly concerns. A ditz in the streets and a genius in the sheets, if you will. Well, really, in the sheets I’m more of a bimbo, but… you get the idea.

My favorite meal? Oh, I’ve come to love so many foods since my second puberty this past year! Pan-fried perch, jägerschnitzel, meat lover’s pizzas, meat pies, stir fry, pastries and bagels and… well, demons are all-around hedonists, you know. I have a special delight for food, fantasy, and always lust, of course, else I’d be something besides a succubus, but I still appreciate all of the finer things in life. I have some fondness for most genres of music. Classical, metal, synthwave, and folk music are my special favorites.

If you want to find me on Twitter, seek me out @AshenveinGate, where I’ll blab about things that make me horny, the occult mysteries of the Lambent Way of the Quasar Dream, things that make me horny, the past, present, and future culture of my people, which includes lots of things that make me horny, and my omnisexual trans femme experience, which is always better when it involves things which make me horny!~

I seldom stream, but if I do, Twitter is where I’ll announce that, too.

If you’d like to reach me for any reason, please review a word about getting in touch.

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