Back when I was making Jackroid for my nephew and creating phone games, I had two friends start a little game dev team with me and the three of us launched "Maid of Venia." Later, one of us found a better paying job and Clark, the main artist, lost his wife and took his life. The game and everything in my life fell apart.
If you guys were curious about the band that Clark and I were in. There is a song named Sanctus Venia, which is the first recorded reference to the Venia universe in name. The album was named "This is our War" and was a concept album based in the Venia universe.
Check out Arionis, the band that Clark and I were in back in Highschool. The world of Venia was created back then. I actually made a comic and pitched it to Dark Horse but never heard anything back.
I played guitar, drums, bass and vocals depending on the song. I am not the best singer but some of the other vocals are me. Clark was the main vocals and front man.
After highschool I toured with a band named Kings of Metropolis
Here was us live at WorkPlay in Birmingham. I am the front man, but also played bass on the recordings and engineered the album for Kings of Metropolis.
I just posted a video showing me record a guitar part and getting Suno to finish the song.
Jackroid is coming next month for free to thank you guys for all of the support.
I also posted a video about Soul, the main character from Soul Divided.
The Tale of Soul and the Shattering of Light
In the age before memory, when gods still walked among mortals and the winds whispered truths into the ears of children, there lived a man named Soul. He was not a king, nor a warrior, nor one of great wealth. He was a simple man of humble birth, yet his heart burned with such profound love and compassion that all who met him were forever changed.
Wherever Soul walked, hatred quieted, fear dissolved, and even the cruelest found a moment of peace. Flowers bloomed where his feet touched the earth, and the sick were known to heal after resting in his presence. Villagers sang of him by firelight. Children painted him in the stars. Even the animals, wild and free, gathered near him without fear.
And soon, the love for Soul grew greater than the love for the gods themselves.
This did not go unnoticed.
In the high places of the heavens, where jealousy festers like rot, there stirred a forgotten god named Sin. Sin had once been adored for bringing wisdom and order, but his gifts were sharp-edged, and his glory faded with time. When Sin beheld the adoration mortals held for Soul, a dark envy gripped him like a serpent.
One moonless night, Sin descended upon the mortal realm in silence. While Soul slept beneath the silver trees of the Glen of Stillwater, the god wove a spell of cruel precision and tore Soul’s essence from his mortal shell. The love, the compassion, the radiant joy that defined Soul—Sin shattered it like crystal and flung its five pieces to the furthest corners of the world of Venia.
The next morning, Soul awoke hollow, a stranger in his own skin. His eyes no longer held the light that once softened hearts. But in his emptiness, he remembered. He remembered who he was, and what had been taken. And though the gods offered no aid, and Sin had vanished into myth, Soul stood tall.
He would find himself again.
From the volcanic peaks of Dran’Khul, where fire spirits guarded the Shard of Courage, to the icy expanse of Nothrim, where wolves of sorrow howled over the Shard of Empathy, Soul journeyed. Through shadowed forests, across deserts that remembered no rain, and into cities where time itself slowed, he sought the pieces of his essence. Each fragment carried a memory, a truth, a lesson—and each time he reclaimed one, a piece of the old light returned to him.
But Sin had not vanished entirely. From behind veils of smoke and illusion, he watched. For the god knew: if Soul ever became whole again, his love would shine brighter than any divinity—and such a light could not be caged, nor forgotten.
Thus begins the myth of Soul—not as a man, but as a force. A reminder that even when love is scattered and broken, it can still be found. And when it is, it becomes something no god can take away.