A record of my ascent as a theistic Satanist and black magician by Astarte Astaroth
Lord have mercy, Satan have mercy I am the fatherless, orphaned by violenceFather Satan, have mercy on meA wild child, ungainly... persecuted by idiotsFather give me to myselfHeal me with thy loveFather don't leave meAn orphan made, by assault and assassinI left without leavingI covered my soul in darknessI tread upon the bloody field of... Continue Reading →
Set has been calling to me. I see the Crimson Desert in my mind, then walk amongst the immense, colorful columns crowned with stylized lotus and papyrus blossoms, following the whisps of smoke trailing upon the incense perfumed air. I find myself in the soaring temple of a past life... loving you, worshiping you. The... Continue Reading →
The cock has crowed; I renounce thrice All that might enslave me Blind obedience Guilt and shame Fear and doubt I renounce fear and doubt I pivot on this inner point of old despair to embrace what is shining and now my developing intellect my growing power my unflinching progress There will be no weeping... Continue Reading →
You are that which I turn to in myself my Beloved That part of me that also consists of you... All of me That which quickens in me I carry you, but I am the child You grow inside of me, as me I feel the torrent of you, close like the bloodstream droning sounds... Continue Reading →
Lucifer, my lover Art by Loish on ArtStation You are here You are here inside me Like a lover You are real Everything is changing You are changing me This place inside... I feel your velvet touch Everything before now Means something different now My life was empty Death claimed me more than once Now... Continue Reading →
THE DARK GODS I saw myself silent, standing relaxed my eyes of a distance that measures the world below this one The inner gaze Of the endless void I saw myself silent, seeking only what I have, what is mine knowing in full measure with no need to speak of it or reach for another... Continue Reading →
— Mildly suggestive — I am a mage. This happened to me in the subtle world, where I live. Set holds the royal Ankh in His right hand, and the staff which imitates the shape of His head in His left SET, a God of ancients Lord of the Crimson Sands Mighty and fierce, Proud... Continue Reading →
Twilight in the Underworld 
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