REALM OF DARKNESS -- 2. MOVING TOWARD MY DESTINY
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"No," Officer Mike went on, "there's more. The leading Satanist in this country is named Grey Finley. Many call him the Arch Satanist. At any rate, his leadership and Satanic devotion is widely recognized. I've never met him personally, but we keep in touch with coded chat in Wickrme. He's known about you since you came over. It's time for you to connect to him one-on-one in his temple. It's an honor bestowed on the few who have the potential to advance the realm. I am humbled that Satan guided our first encounter. I now realize that it was part of greater, grander plan. Hail Satan!"
"Hail Satan!" I responded.
"I've never forgotten the first time you said those words," smiled Mike. "Six years ago when you were nine. The memory is still alive and vivid," he continued, "every detail is etched in my mind. Who can forget the ecstasy on your face when my vibrator coaxed the first Satanic dry orgasm from you?"
"Yeah," I said, "You set up the scene exactly right. The porn. The altar. The methodical touches of the vibrator bringing me higher and higher! I was getting more aroused every time I hailed Satan. That was no a coincidence. I was led to you and you to me."
He went on, "Your time with Grey will be for two weeks. The Brotherhood will make all the arrangements to get you there and provide a cover story."
"But what about my parents? Won't they be suspicious? They've been clueless so far about what I've done with your group, Mike. But two weeks away from them? I do need a roof over my head for a couple years yet."
Officer Mike laughed. "That's what I meant by the cover story. We've already set up a fictional wilderness survival trip for you. You'll be recommended for it by one of your teachers, who, by the way, belongs to another group of Satanists near here. Your parents will get information and be encouraged to check references. They'll understand that you'll not be in contact for at least two weeks. Brother, they'll want this for you and will even pay for part of it. They'll support an experience that makes their son more confident. Little do they know."
"Fantastic planning." I observed, "Thank the brotherhood for me."
"No, thank Grey for his incredible leadership in the gay Satanic movement. Satanism is growing. It's expanding." He laughed, "When you get to Grey's temple, you'll recognize some of the men who come discreetly to him. Actors, writers, politicians, artists...those who have chosen to serve Lord Satan go there to commune with Satan and each other in one of Grey's many dark Masses. The dark realm is growing, son."
My parents totally bought into Brotherhood's fiction. When that happened, a demonic, wicked glee bubbled from my deepest core. Their spiritual journey and mine had certainly diverged, yet now they were part of mine. They were now more Judas than jesus. I was thrilled that they no idea what kind of evil they were supporting as the "christian" thing to do. They'd already given up making me attend church, but they still prayed for my soul. I snarled in delight. Their prayers were answered, not by jesus, but by the Lord of many names: the Devil, Lucifer, Satan, Asmodeus. Their prayers bypassed their god and went to my Lord. You can't imagine what a turn-on that was when my truth-obsessed christian parents became unwitting partners with the Lord of Lies!
I couldn't resist setting up my secret altar in the room. I needed to worship Satan for pulling my own parents into my evil perversions. I focused on my Satanic icon, lit one small black candle, knelt down and praised HIM for my redemption from their gods. I'd been conceived in my mother's womb, but now I grasped that I had been reborn, rebirthed into the realm of darkness. I promised HIM that I would give myself completely to whatever Grey asked me to do.
Hail Satan, Master of all and ruler of my body and soul.
No one can withstand your will and purpose.
You enlist those who despise and hate you, and even they serve you.
Take my soul and wing it to Grey, your master of depravity.
I cannot resist. I will not resist. Rebirth me in Grey's lairs of iniquity.
Entrance me now. Fill me now. Create my pleasure. Share my pleasure
Hail Satan!
Satan answered my prayer by giving me an intense, prolonged, no-hands orgasm. The thought of it would sustain me as I waited impatiently to go.
I was eager for what I'd soon be exploring in Grey Finley's "wilderness" and couldn't wait to go.