My obsession with a "sunless world" probably started before I even could read.
I think it was way back in... 2006? I was just a wee lad in catholic school who spent way too much time back then telling urban legends and trying to prove himself as "one of the guys". I remember when the world went black and I stared at the sun through camera film with my best friend at the time, a boy named Pedro who I was in love with.
Later, we watched an anime about a sunless world together. I think it was called Tegami Bachi?
I started writing in 2008. My mom loved poems, so I would write them for her. There were two bits of television that absolutely haunted me at the time: 2004's "The Phantom of the Opera" film and the 2002 Brazilian telenovela "O Beijo do Vampiro". Something about them absolutely scared me, and the memory of them would be carried over to what I wrote.
It was also the high of the Twilight craze. I never read Twilight but my sister did, and of course that my very first original characters were vampires.
I think it was this time I watched the Narnia film, and wanting more, utterly devoured the books. I can't explain why, but they did two things 1) made me stop going to church and 2) completely entranced me with the idea of magic. It wasn't cute, fluffy magic like in Harry Potter -- rather, it was something evil and ancient, and it stuck with me.
I learned with time I was incredibly put off with the racism in the likes of Narnia and Harry Potter, and as a brown latino boy, I could never belong to these worlds. That, plus the generational trauma inherited from my parents and grandparents, made me slowly gravitate towards the idea of a "Brazilian fantasy", inspired by Tolkien and Monteiro Lobato both.
My taste for my own culture also got me strangely fascinated by our own version of werewolves, lobisomens. Rather than turning into wolves, they're more... monstrous. Strange, distorted things that turn every Friday night at the crossroads, and run through parishes chasing their lost humanity, only to repeat it again and again until they lost their minds or died.
All this combined to a rather... unique? Vision. Of mages who turn into vampirical monsters that barely resemble humans, a decaying world without sunlight. I am a scared cat, but always had a taste for the macabre. However, it wasn't until the coup of 2016 I started being more and more inspired by tales of dictatorship and political anxiety, ultimately creating my sunless dystopia.
This is "The Throne of the Gods."
This and so much more.