Desperately Seeking Dwylla

I hate doing this. I hate writing a blog post for a demon that I could only find one source document for.

But an Irish Huntress Faery… I mean, how could I resist?

According to Maberry, and Maberry ALONE, there’s this Irish Huntress Faery. She’s sexy, she’s immortal, and she’s PISSED OFF.

There’s an Irish fairytale about a beautiful young woman named Dwylla. Growing up, she was a tad different from the other lasses. She didn’t have a father. She could talk to birds, she could see in the dark, and maybe the tops of her ears were just a bit pointy.

On her sixteenth birthday, she overheard her mom telling her aunt that Dwylla had been born nine months after she’d been raped by an Elf sorcerer.

Whoa, happy birthday, kiddo.

Dwylla decided the whole lot of the elf race needed to be exterminated, picked up her quiver of arrows, and rode off to do the job.

Maberry says there’s another version of the tale, where Dwylla’s mom was an elf raped by a human nobleman, leading Dwylla to hunt humans.

I didn’t find any corroborating evidence anywhere. I’m not saying Maberry is wrong, or that he made it up. He probably just spend more time researching.

Either way, I don’t care. Dwylla’s here. She stays. And she’s after YOU.

Sources

Vampire Universe: The Dark World of Supernatural Beings That Haunt Us, Hunt Us, and Hunger for Us
Vampire Universe: The Dark World of Supernatural Beings That Haunt Us, Hunt Us, and Hunger for Us
(Paperback)
by Jonathan Maberry

Redcap: A fairy you don’t want doing your laundry

It’s a dark and stormy night. You’re wandering alone in a ruined castle on the borderlands where the north of England meets the south of Scotland. Thunder peels, so loud that your heart begins to pound in terror and your ears ring with it. Lighting bursts, flashing over the ruins of a tower that looms above your head. The sky cracks and pours icy rain down on your chilled skin.

Between lightning bursts, a dark figure appears in front of you. A short old man with brilliant red eyes and hair so long it falls down his back walks toward you, his steps clanging with the sound of his iron boots ringing on the flagstones. In one hand, his claw-like fingers clutch a pikestaff. On his head sits a cap dyed red with human blood.

You’ve just met the Redcap, a malicious fairy who is seriously not interested in guiding you back to your tour bus. He’s way more interested in re-dyeing the hat he always wears (with your blood, if you haven’t figured that one out). The Redcap is faster than you (even in his iron boots) and stronger than you. Don’t even bother trying to fight him.

To worm your way out of this one, make the sign of the cross, and quote some Bible verses for good measure. The Redcap will disappear faster than you can say “John 3:16,” and leave one of his long fangs behind. I have no clue what you should do with the fang. I suspect it might have magical properties, but on the other hand, do you want its owner deciding to come after it?

Sources

The Encyclopedia of Vampires, Werewolves, and Other Monsters
The Encyclopedia of Vampires, Werewolves, and Other Monsters

by Rosemary Ellen Guiley
The Vampire Book: The Encyclopedia of the Undead
The Vampire Book: The Encyclopedia of the Undead
(Paperback)
by J. Gordon Melton

Moonstruck: Lorialets

I had to pull out my French skills for this one, so forgive me if some of the details are sketchy here…

In his Chroniques Gargantuines, the major French Renaissance writer Rabelais says that some children born or conceived by moonlight have a dreamy, otherworldly air, and are Lorialets.

To Rabelais, these were mortals with a touch of the fey. But others describe Lorialets differently–as born of the union between a woman and the rays of the moon, or that the moon incarnates itself in a woman’s body. It’s even said that Lorialets are actually descended from the ancient Roman mood goddess, Selene.

Some people say that these children need the light of the moon to survive. Pretty much everyone agrees that they aren’t dangerous, so I can’t really call them demons.

To Rabelais, Lorialets were simply human children, but not everyone agrees with him on that one. They’re also described as fairy-like, with pale skin and hair, and invisible pearly wings.

Lorialets have the power to see the future, but they rarely care to share the gift, since they have never cared about earthly things. The occasional Lorialet will come to terms with earth-bound living. They usually become dreamy artists, musicians, or writers of Romance novels, Young Adult novels, and imaginative blogs.

Sources

Pierre Dubois, Claudine Sabatier, Roland Sabatier, The Great Encyclopedia of Faeries, Simon & Schuster, 2000

http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lorialet (Special thanks to Google Translator)

Demonspotting 9: Peris

Demon’s wings are as angel’s wings.
Their halos are as shining bright.
They sing as well as angels, too.
But only when it’s night.
– Calvin Miller

Peris

Philosophically, Peris don’t deserve to be lumped into the “demonspotting” category, but I’m going to do it on a technicality–they are angels who were thrown out of heaven.

In the Persian (Modern Iran) tradition, when Satan and his army fought the forces of Heaven, a certain class of angel was out having too good a time to bother to participate on either side. These angels, known as Peris, stayed out of the entire conflict.

A while after the war, they realized their mistake and apologized to God.

God said, “Took you long enough,” and threw them out of Heaven. But because they’d apologized (just too late), He didn’t pack them off to Hell. Instead, they have to roam the Earth, doing penance.

Peris aren’t too troubled by worry, though. They are the kind of people who have too much fun to do that. So they hang out on Earth, looking for all the world like the standard beautiful fairy, and do whatever they want.

Their one trouble is the Daevas, the evil angels who did rebel against God. If one of them catches a Peri, it chains the Peri in an iron cage and hangs it from a tree because the Daevas think that the Peris should have joined the rebellion. Unless one of the other Peris risks its life to feed its comrade nectar, the imprisoned Peri will starve to death.

Sources

  • http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peri
  • Edwin Radford, Encyclopedia of Superstitions 1949, Kessinger Publishing, 2004
  • Melville, Francis; The Book of Faeries: A Guide to the World of Elves, Pixies, Goblins, and Other Magic Spirits, 2002, Quarto Inc

Vampires we know and love #1: Baobhan sith

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Baobhan Sith

Scottish vampire fairies. Okay, that is so cool, let me say it again: Scottish. Vampire. Faeries.

So, once upon a time, there was a group of four hunters in the Scottish highlands who made camp for the night. As soon as dark fell, they build up their fire, and one of them starts to play some music. Someone wishes they had partners to dance with and–oh boy–out of nowhere come these über hot young women dressed all in green and they dance up a storm.

Well, the guy playing music notices something odd about his friends dancing; they’re bleeding. Terrified, he goes and hides between the hooves of the horses, knowing their iron shoes will protect him.

In the morning, he finds all his friends have been killed and drained of blood.

The baobhan sith don’t have fangs, by the way, just sharp fingernails.

In addition to iron, they can’t take sunlight.

Next week on DotW

Demonspotting–all things hellish–brings you Asmodeus. And watch for a mid-week update on Wednesday.