The Night Stars

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Batman and Superman to the proposals.

Batman hating on CassCon

My DamiRae Story Funfact

Back in 2021, I was still trying to figure out the book cover and even the title for my Damirae story on Wattpad. At the time, I had two very different concepts in mind—one was more of a coming-of-age story, while the other had a much more mature and emotionally heavy direction.

While searching for inspiration for the cover, I came across the art of @chromium7sky.tumblr.com⁠, and I completely fell in love with it. There was one specific artwork that really stayed with me, and honestly, it helped me decide which direction I wanted the story to take.

So thank you so much to @chromium7sky.tumblr.com

And now it’s 2026, and my story is still ongoing on Wattpad.

I recently found the original cover and title draft again, and it honestly felt a little surreal. Before Mundane Life, the story was originally called It’s You and I. Looking back at it now feels like opening a small time capsule from the very beginning of this journey.

Saw this post the other day, can’t stop thinking that this is so DamiRae coded!

I’ve always carried this idea while writing my story: in my canon, John Constantine and Arella Roth are siblings. And when Arella died, John stepped in and took Raven in—raising her as his own. If you wish to see drabbles like this you can check out my book on Wattpad: Mundane Life

Scene: Both sets of Raven’s parents arrive for a meeting with the guidance counselor—John Constantine and Zatanna, her adoptive parents, and Trigon and Arella, her biological parents.

*Guidance counselor is stunned to see two sets of parents but tries to be respectful* Guidance Counselor: So are you both Rachel's parents?

John Constantine: Zatanna and I adopted Rachel after my sister Arella died.

Guidance Counselor: Oh—I’m so sorry to hear that.

Arella: Don’t be. I’m back. Hi—I’m Arella. Rachel’s birth mother.

Guidance Counselor: You died? *stunned*

John Constantine: *glares at Trigon* Yes, she did, she was killed by her husband.

Trigon: *Disguised as human, clears his throat awkwardly and looks away*

Arella: It's all in the past now, we are a family who wishes nothing but the best for our daughter.

Zatanna: Arella is right, we all came here for Rachel

Guidance Counselor: Alright… let’s begin the way we usually do. I’ll ask each of you what kind of work you do. That will help us guide Rachel toward possible career paths and prepare her for the course she might take in college.

Zatanna: I'm a performer, a stage magician, and I have regular shows in Las Vegas.

Guidance Counselor: That’s wonderful. I can definitely see where Rachel gets her confidence from. And you Mr. Constantine?

John Constantine: Let's just say I'm the Master of some sort.

Guidance Counselor: Are taking a master degree on something, Mr. Constatine?

John Constantine: I am already a master of it but I don't suppose you can get an MA or MSc on mastering the Dark Arts.

Guidance Counselor: ...

Guidance Counselor: *turns to Arella* ...And what about you, Miss Arella? What line of work are you in?

Arella: Oh, I don't actually do mortal work, I'm an angel.

Guidance Counselor: ...

Guidance Counselor: ...and your husband, sir... um, what kind of work do you do?

Trigon: *visibly offended, voice low and heavy* I am the King of Hell, mortal. I command legions, I rule over suffering. I do not answer to your petty notions of “work.”

Arella: *gently places a hand on his shoulder*

Trigon: *stops, clears his throat, reins himself in* Apologies, mortal. I am… the King of Hell.

Mundane Life (Draft)

Sneak peek of my draft. I am just putting it here because I am honestly proud of myself since I am finally working on advance chapters, unlike before, I struggle to get a chapter published.

I have big plans for my book, Mundane Life, for the month of May and I can’t wait to share it with my readers soon.

sometimes there’s other way but to run...

Your love brings me higher than drugs,

Your love gives me more happiness than drugs,

Your love makes me want to stop taking drugs,

But your love will not exist without drugs,

Your love is nothing without drugs...