The path to Satan’s lust

Orgy_demon

We hold onto moments.  They mean something.  We don’t know why, but something gets stuck in our memory as being useful later.

I remember one such moment.  It was the moment I first felt his lust.  The hunger.  The madness.  It drove me crazy.  It sent me on countless journeys.  And now I am here with you all.

My sinners, let me please say something to you all:  I am serious about this path.  I was born to be a priest, and this is my gospel.  I am coming to you real.

This means that I am a man, possessed of a history, with stories that I must start telling.  I have many for you all, and in the warmth of Satan’s heat I feel my congregation coming to me, cumming with each other.  I am Samael OrgyDemon, priest of the Gangbang Church, and this is the story of how I came to give my soul to Satan.

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I was, I think, 14 years old.  Life could not have been more grey.  I was born and raised in the New York City area, but not even in New York but across the river, in New Jersey.  I can remember the day like it was yesterday.

I was walking with my grandmother.  Why?  Because my mother was dead, and for some reason she got custody.  I’m not at all one to whine about one’s childhood, but one must picture the setting to get the lesson.  We were walking in the bus terminal area.  The sky was grey.  The street was garbage-topped concrete and rusted steel in all directions.  Have you seen the movie “Joker”?  Like that (it was even filmed nearby).  But darker, more morose.  No life.  Dead energy all around. Busses farting, people growling, everything ugly, the World Trade Center across the river staring at me.

And then there was my grandmother, the closest thing I’ve ever seen in my life to a living troll.  If there was eros in her once, I have no idea where it went.  She was hunched over, a chain smoker, atrocious teeth, and literally sounded like a troll when she talked.  I can’t even imagine how this woman ever had sex. Of course I lived in a “God fearing” house, and church was nothing but soul crushing banality.

It was, in short, about the unsexiest environment I can imagine. i was raised by a woman who had utterly killed her erotic essence.

And then that day, I saw her.

This was the mid 1980s, when porn was way more in your face than you would believe ever happened.  There was no internet yet (that we know it as today, anyway), but news stands had whole racks of filth and they really didn’t hide it. This newsstand in particular didn’t hide the magazine that I suddenly found myself hypnotized by. A man, presumably on his knees (the image is cut off), is licking the tit of a bossy 80s buxom blonde against a bright blue background.

In my conscious mind at the time I was becoming an atheist because a Protestant service attended by a few dozen 140-year-olds singing “hallelujah” is a hell that the worst sinners in history don’t deserve. In my subconscious mind when I saw this image, I had found God. Through Satan. Through porn.

Even though I was a math savant, all I could think about was sex. I found my hypocritical uncle’s porn collection. I discovered I liked BBWs. I saw another man’s cock for the first time.

I started to seek it out. Back in the 80s if you were a teenager your options were limited. You had to find someone who didn’t care and was willing to sell you his under-the-counter collection, or find some tape to copy.

I had to. I needed it. From the first moment I found porn, I’ve never turned away. I love porn. I’ve watched untold thousands of hours of it. I’ve bought so much of it. And it’s just because I love sex. I want sex, all the time. I want to touch and lick and suck and fuck and just nothing else because Sweet Satan, what else could possibly be better?

Despite these wants, I’ve tried to live a good life, to play by the world’s rules. And to say that I succeeded is an understatement that no one reading this words has the context to comprehend. I have done incredible things in my life, things that have helped so many people. I am looking forward to telling my story to the church congregation, because I need people to be a witness to all that has happened to me.

But I’m also a monstrous, orgiastic, untamable, sex berserker. I need sex in every moment of my life. I need to have it, I need to be around it, I need to live in a community built on a foundation of lust. I need to swim in an ocean of endless perversion, orgies, gangbangs, porn, fucking happening in every direction, all the time, between everyone who wants it. And I also need intoxication. I need music. I cannot stop pushing the human experience to deeper extremes.

And yet despite this, for 50 years I still lived by defensible principles, worked with the communities I interacted with, keeping a hard line between the vanilla world and the occult world, and it worked. OK, I never quite ticked off the whole bucket list, and I had quite a few train wrecks. But through it all I managed to build up something like a stable family that the world would accept, twice. I did what the world asked and succeeded.

But each time it didn’t matter. All the good I did. All the people I loved, I helped, I supported, all the structures I setup, all the things I created, all of the effort I put in, all of it. It bought me nothing to the respectable world. Because I hunger in unacceptable ways. And that makes me a monster to them, damned literally no matter what I do.

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My brothers and sisters, perverts and sluts, I come to you battered and bruised from decades of psychic wars the likes of which are difficult for even me to comprehend. I’ve lost just about everything, but the one thing that matters, my soul. I managed to keep it all this time, not turning my back on what I know to be true. The world took everything from me, but it could not take that.

But I’m not here because my soul is saved. Fuck that. I saved it so that I could wait and sell it for a good enough price. Gangbang whores ravenously licking cum off each other’s faces? Yeah, that will do. I have given myself to Satan, and I fucking love it. I want this more than I can put into any amount of words. I will leave out the step by step story of how I found the church for now. It doesn’t matter. We’re here. You are my family now. My Gangbang Church brothers and sisters. The first chapter of my life will be coming to a close soon. Then I will join you, and I will bring with me a hunger for debauchery that no human words can capture. I have such an amazing story, and I think I finally found the people who want to hear it, my fellow Satanists, united in boundless lust.

I am planning on closing out my life here, coming out to where you all are, and spending the rest of it devoting every waking moment to making as much sex happen all around me as humanly possible. I really didn’t think that this was all it took to be a Satanist, but now I see the truth: they called our primal natures “evil”, and won’t hear any arguments. So they leave us no choice.

Well if that’s the case, then let’s be evil together, our evil. Even better, let’s just throw out words and just do what our bodies want.  If you’ll have me, it will be the greatest joy and exegesis of my existence to be your priest, to help grow this church of unbounded hedonism, to feed my energy into your world, to bring my knowledge, my vision, and of course, my cock. I will be coming to you eventually (it will probably take a while) to build a life of demonic fuckfests like nothing that has ever been experienced. It is my joy to do it. I don’t want money. I don’t want to do anything but feed the animal hungers soaring through my dark being, roping as many people into our web of mad perversion as we can.

Decades of torment for having too much libidinal fury for this bleak world are withering away as I sink deep into the dark fire of this feral hunger with you all. I want to fuck. I WANT TO FUCK SO BAD, ALL THE TIME. I want to live a life of complete, boundless perversion. I want to come to you and build the Gangbang Church  in more than just words on a screen so that we can return our lives to one that makes sense, one that makes our bodies scream in ecstatic joy. There is no religion worth anything that doesn’t center on this. If Satanism is where it’s at, then I guess that’s where I’m going to be. I don’t yet know when, but soon, I’m finally going home.

HAIL SATAN!!!!!

About the author: Samael OrgyDemon

"I am awake only in what I love and desire to the point of terror."
- Hakim Bey, "Chaos"

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