Meet the Demons Desperate for a Hollywood Break
If you’ve been lurking around my creative chaos the past few years, you might remember a little podcast I did called The Real Demons of Pop Culture. Each episode dove into a demon from pop culture—Pazuzu from The Exorcist, King Paimon from Hereditary, you know, the household names your grandma prays against.
Shockingly, the podcast did well—like ten-thousand-downloads well. It’s still out there haunting your favorite podcast platforms if you’re the type who likes your trivia with a splash of unholy terror. But here’s the thing: producing it nearly summoned a demon into my spine. Between health issues and the sheer workload, I hit pause. The last episode (on Psycho and Ed Gein) nearly broke me—and not in the fun, possessed-by-a-hellbeast kind of way. If I can’t go full beast-mode on an episode, I’d rather not do it at all.
But… I missed it. The lore. The laughs. The demonic résumé deep-dives.
So I did what any semi-recovered creator would do: I turned the whole idea into a comic strip.
Enter: The Real Demons of Pop Culture (the comic). It asks the big question no exorcist ever dared: What happens to demons no one remembers to summon anymore? I mean, what’s a forgotten prince of Hell gotta do to get an agent in this town?
The first strip stars Beleth—an actual king of Hell—whose biggest claim to fame is… helping Ham, Noah’s son, write a book on mathematics. Yeah. That’s in his official demon résumé. You can’t make this stuff up. (Except someone did. In the 1600s. Probably while possessed.)
So that’s where we are. The podcast lives on in comic form, the demons are still thirsty for fame, and I’m having way more fun drawing infernal has-beens pitching movie ideas than I ever did wrestling with audio levels.
Go check out the first strip. It’s weird, it’s nerdy, and it’s unholy fun.
More to come. These demons aren’t done auditioning.
