REALM OF DARKNESS—Part 7
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The saga of the Essence of Beelzebub continues with Logan and Drew.
Logan Embodies the Marquis de Sade
It was now Logan's turn to share what the Essence had disclosed in his trance. Logan took a deep breath. "I was completely surprised that my trip was about pain and pleasure. It had a sadistic side to it—and a masochistic one as well.
"I became the Marquis de Sade, freed from all morality to pursue my every whim and passion in libertine debauchery. But how did I become such a monster? I started out I as normal minor aristocrat, that is, until I surprised two of my young male servants one night in the manor's chapel. They were naked were kneeling at the altar, and chanting to a goat skull and inverted cross and hadn't noticed me. I watched as third came in, probably about 14, and laid himself of the altar and said, `I offer myself to the Prince of Darkness, to receive his seed and bear his demons. Receive me, Lord Satan!"
"The two responded, `Satan, invade our surging semen with your dark presence. Lead us into temptation and involved us in evil.' They penetrated him, first one and then the other and released in him. My initial disgust turned to arousal. When the two were finished, I cleared my throat.
"They were startled and reached for their clothes, `Marquis! Did you observe us this entire time? Please don't punish us, or let the villagers know. They will put us to death for witchcraft.'
"I replied, `Yes, I saw it all. You can trust my discretion, only if I can also have my turn with the boy.'
"Their eyes widened. `He now belongs to Satan and is to be used only by those who have already given their souls to Satan. If you use him without joining us, Satan will curse you without mercy. Believe us, we beg you, Marquis.'
"That warning cooled my desire for the boy, but still fueled my desire to give my very soul to Satan. `How can I join you in your worship of Satan? I watched your chants with revulsion at first, then total fascination. Will you instruct me?'
"'Yes, to bring someone as honored and respected into the brotherhood would bring much glory to our Lord, Satan. Tonight is the new moon. Trust us, Marquis, and we will lead you to Satan Come here at midnight.
"I arrived. In the dim light of one candle on the altar, their bodies were cloaked in long black capes. They had me strip down and gave one to wear. One invited me, `Kneel with us and worship, bend down and adore, offer your old self and soul and receive the gift of a dark one.'
"The other then spoke, `Repeat each phrase three times after I say it. After each set of three, hold up your arms to receive, take a deep breath and hold. Exhale and tell us what is unfolding.
`'Hail Satan! Take from me the light and surround me with swirling darkness.'
"I said it slowly three times, held up my arms, and breathed deeply. My lungs seemed to fill with sparks. I was light-headed.
"'And?' one asked.
"'I feel a darkness engulfing my body and my mind. A nothingness. I want more of it, please.'
"Then say, `Hail Satan! Take me deeper into corruption and decay. Fill me with desire and lust.' Again, I repeated it three times, held up my hands and filled my lungs. I closed my eyes and saw Satan himself. His finger invited me to go through a door. I could hear moaning and also chanting.
"'What this time, Marquis?' they inquired.
`'I saw Satan himself inviting me to enter a room. I want to go there and moan and chant with the others. Help me get there.'
"'Repeat this invocation then, Hail Satan, I give you my soul. Admit me to the chamber of pain and pleasure. I love you, Satan, make me your vessel of evil.'
"I did that and after the third repetition, the door opened, and I entered. I left my two guides behind. I wondered, is this hell? Satan greeted me. `Marquis, you are mine now. Kiss my ring and vow your obedience. Then the pleasures will commence.'
"I have given you my soul, beloved Master. I will follow in obedience If it is your desire, give me pleasures unknown in time and space.'
"He handed me a whip. `All your life, Marquis, you have suppressed your desire to inflict pain. You have prayed to your god to remove his urge from you. You have suppressed your desire for boys and men. You feared loss of position and respect. That is of no concern now. I, Lord Satan, am here to free you to indulge in scandalous and horrific acts of man-man sex. You are now mine, Marquis, Hail Me!'
"'I hail you, Satan. Hail! Hail! Hail!'
"'I have two masochists for you tonight. All the chains, whips, clamps, floggers, gags, and stretchers are at your disposal. Go and experiment. Revel in your play. Remember. The more inflict, the more your arousal will grow. The more they receive, the more their arousal will increase I will reveal to you when the moment has come for you three to burst in infinite orgasm.'
Logan paused the narrative. I won't share the details. Only that I was in hell. I loved it, especially that the Marquis was freed to practice his debaucheries. But I need to continue.
"I emerged from the trance. I opened my eyes and the two were three. `It happened, didn't it?"
"'I am one of you now. I love Satan and desire to live out my degenerate urges,' I said.
"'Then take the boy'. The thing of beauty was already on the altar. `He's yours now to use as you wish. Items you need are on this table,' I used clamps, the whip, flogger, and gag on him and ravished him. His need for pain and my need to inflict it brought glory to Satan.'
"After that night, Satan led masochists to me who longed for unrestrained wickedness.
"I knew that they would never fully and completely enjoy the pleasures of pain unless they first also surrendered their souls to Satan. They knelt at my altar and worshiped Satan, praying to him, begging and imploring him for depravity. Satan and demons moved into them. They convulsed on the floor and foamed at the mouth as possession devoured them. Then they stood up, prepared to offer body and breath to the Lord of Pain.
" I filled with lust, desire to inflict and receive torture and pain for the glory of Satan. I caroused in incredible Satanic debauchery. Satan offered me beautiful, luxurious women, and when that did not appeal, paraded men and boys eager for my perversions and lust, any age that I wanted. I chose the most beautiful and guided them as they relinquished their souls to Satan in exchange for the carnality of pain. I violated them without remorse or shame.
"The more indignity I inflicted on them the more excited I became. Their terror and fear mingled unlimited desires and lusts. I could feel Satan himself coursing in my arteries and urging me on to higher cruelty. Every cruelty and brutal act sparked and snapped with Satan's energy and aroused me. My partners bonded with me and praised Satan amid their groans. Their level of arousal grew as the punishment increased. It often brought them to heights of desire and pleasure greater than the desire to live. Boys laid on the altar and offered themselves sacrifice, begging me to take their breath and facilitate their ultimate orgasm to Satan.
"Did you do it," asked Seth.
Logan answered, "No, strangulation cord was in my hand when the trip started to fade, and I didn't follow through. Maybe that was a good thing."
"The important thing is that you enjoyed it as far as it went," Seth observed.
Logan paused for a moment, "I hate to admit it, but I did enjoy it intensely. I really did, and you saw it in the sheer volume of my cum that you just swallowed. Right now, I just need time to process it and let myself grow into new perversions. It was uber-intense, a surreal gift from Satan. Hail Satan."
"Hail Satan!" Drew said, "I'll go next."
Drew Embodies the Betrayer, Judas Iscariot
"My trip was a little different. I was ancient. Yet, I was also contemporary. At first I seemed to float in mid- air, and then I gradually descended to a huge, medieval church. A door opened to a stairway opened. I descended to dark crypt below the main floor. Five men were dressed only in black capes and stood around an altar. Black candles were burning on it and illuminated an ebony phallus about 30 cm high and placed in the center of the altar. It was no ordinary phallus. Instead of a glans, it was capped by the head of a fly. I couldn't help but think that this was a specialized Satanic cult that explored Beelzebub, Lord of the Flies."
Seth interrupted, "You were in Beelzebub cult, Drew. The cult is a couple thousand years old and is still very active today. Participants attain access to Satan though the power of the precious fly."
"Precious fly?" I asked
Seth interjected, "Drew will make that clear in a moment, Carter,"
"Exactly," he replied. "I arrived, and they kissed me one by one. Their voices were not human but high-pitched, metallic fly-wing utterances: `Hail Judas, betrayer of jesus. Hail Judas, possessed of Satan!'
I was Judas Iscariot. The betrayer. Since christianity had been forced on me as a child, I was ecstatic in being the Betrayer incarnate.
"We've been told two stories about me in the book of lies, the bible. One is that I hanged myself in shame. The other is that I threw myself or fallen off a cliff in guilt and burst open. Both versions are pure fictions that christians created to cover the truth of Satan's victory over the cross. I never stopped alive and scheming for Satan, did not die then and will not die. I held up my arms in triumph, proclaiming `I am Judas Iscariot, breeder and curator of the flies of Beelzebub.'"
Logan quickly discerned what Judas' speech meant. "I think you are about to destroy the core of the christian message, that jesus rose from the dead."
"Yes, I am, and it all makes perfect Satanic sense. Once jesus had died on the cross, every demon that he exorcized broke from captivity and gathered around me at the stone-shut tomb for a victory celebration. From there they returned into palaces, homes and into persons they once ruled . Their banishment was only temporary. I stood at the tomb, alone, and the demon Legion joined me. He dropped the stone with a single breath, and it shattered. He held up his hand and three flies landed on it.
"Father, son and spirit," Legion uttered in praise, "Monstrous, malignant unholy trinity, now marauding winged! You were born in Hades, in fires that never go out, to spread the bacilli of Hell. Go, do your work and serve our Master."
Legion turned to me, "These are not ordinary flies, but unique creatures of Satan. Satan instructed Beelzebub to bring them to us, Judas. They will spawn on the body, devour and pupate and then become your servants, Judas."
Legion and I unwrapped the body and took it to Satan's lair in the wilderness. Here's where it gets interesting, brothers.
"I, the betrayer Judas Iscariot, began gathering the maggots already at work on the body. I should have felt disgust, but I didn't. I was weirdly elated, if you can believe it, at maggots! I quickly fashioned a small wooden box and wrapped it in some of blood-soaked linen. I continued to harvest maggots. When I thought had enough, we let buzzards and jackals finish the body. I couldn't really explain it, but these wiggling white creatures were pure wickedness. I fell down on my knees and praised Satan for them. They were literally devouring Satan's greatest enemy-- creatures of unspeakable, rapacious evil. They were physically in league with the Lord of the Flies, Beelzebub. I had no doubt about that.
"I was jolted to the present, to the crypt with its altar and fly-adorned phallus. One of the five brought a screened silver tabernacle and put it my hands. I elevated it to honor Lord Satan.
"One of the five, with a scratchy fly-like voice, whispered in my ear, `The maggots and flies, nefarious Judas! Hail Judas, curator and custodian of all-consuming worms! Pontifex Malignus! Master, some have pupated and are ready to serve. The maggots hunger for their sacrament.'
"We heard the voice of Beelzebub himself: `Commence with the feeding.' For centuries the maggots of Beelzebub could only survive, propagate and grow from the same medium, the body of christ. The five, whom I now recognized as renegade priests, produced pieces of consecrated eucharistic bread. I elevated it and offered it to Satan for the destruction of the world. I then motioned to one of the five to consecrate it. He first drew pentagram on his chest. He kissed and licked the fly-crowned phallus on the altar. We droned in chants of praise to Satan while he stood over the bread and masturbated. He chanted until the white glory of his loans anointed the bread. I opened the tabernacle and placed the unholy, profane flesh in it to nourish the next generation of flies.
Logan couldn't contain his excitement. "Fuck! Hail Satan! Drew, that is the most incredible black mass I've ever encountered, and I've been looking for a truly dark one since I was nine. Nothing in lore and literature even comes close to the fly-mass. Nothing in my stepfather's vast library even approximates it. Drew, it's not just rites and incantations, but that the original evil is actually alive and hungry. Incredible! Fucking Hail Satan! It doesn't stop here, does it, Drew?"
I added, "It's like the Babylonian rites but much more graphic and intense. You're drawing me to love the maggots and revel in their insatiable consumption. It's unbelievable."
"There's more. One of the priests handed me a silver plate. `Here's the Paten of Abominations,' he said. He kissed it, gave it to another priest who also kissed it. It came to my hand after all had kissed it, and I kissed it.
"We are now ready for the sacrament of Beelzebub," I announced. "The meal to nourish and sustain the truly chosen of Satan. Join me in the cult of the fly." I opened the door of the tabernacle. Flies emerged and winged around us. They spoke in unison, `Sacrifice us! Consume us who have consumed christ.' One landed on my cock and began feeding on a drop of pre-cum. The demonic insect then walked in circles around the edge of my glans, six fly-legs deftly arousing every delicate nerve ending. Flies were doing the same on the other five erections.
"I held the Paten of Abomination, and whisked first mine and then the other five flies onto the silver surface. They continued to dance on the paten, frenzied and more frenzied, buzzing more loudly, `Sacrifice us!' A small black cloud rose from the floor of the crypt and hovered over the paten—was it the breath of Satan or the manifestation of Beelzebub? I could not tell. The flies flew into the cloud and disappeared. The emerged a while later transfigured, larger and louder. The cloud evaporated; it was suddenly gone. They returned to the paten, agitated by what they'd absorbed while aloft.
"I held up the paten and said, Come, for all is now ready.' I took fly in my hand, ready consume it. A voice instructed me, Eat and live for Satan.' I ate the degradation as I had many times before. Possession followed immediately, powerfully, completely. My whole being became one pulsating Hail Satan!
"The five approached one by one, and I gave them to eat. Possession was now communal. I could feel their bodies, think their thoughts, and link my cock neurons snap with theirs. We held hands in diabolical brotherhood as the darkness radiated in us, around us, and through us. A powerful satanic orgasm began building simultaneously in us. As it drew near we affirmed our bond over and over:
Hail Satan! Hail the demon Beelzebub!
A powerful mutual orgasm gripped us hand-free as our cocks shot in synchrony.
Logan could not contain his elation. "I almost came myself, just listening to you, Drew."
Drew looked at us three, wildly turned on by the fly mass. "You know what to say. Say it." We uttered it with full devotion and awe:
Hail Satan! Hail the demon Beelzebub!
"Hail Satan! Hail the demon Beelzebub!
" Hail Satan! Hail the demon Beelzebub!
"More happened after that critical point, but that can wait for later," he concluded.
Drew reached for his travel bag and pulled out a sketch pad and charcoal pencil. In few short strokes, he finished two sketches. "Look, brothers, this is the Fly Phallus, And here is one of Judas Iscariot, curator of flies."
We wanted to pause and discuss what we saw, but Seth moved us on.
Seth turned to me. "Carter, it's time for the account of your trip on Beelzebub's essence. Tell us."
I then shared my narrative of the market in ancient Babylonia. I believed that I'd found the ancient core of Satanism in the ceremonies I'd been part of . I felt it was less powerful than Drew's Fly-Mass and said so. They disagreed.
Seth explained, "No, Carter, each one of our trips was instructive. My trip connected your experience to my initiation into Satan with Grey and Stafford. The Marquis seduced others to kneel with him at Satan's altar to free them to delight in the pain of degeneracy, without shame, guilt or remorse. And the flies? They yearned to be consumed, didn't they? That desire is rooted in Satan and shared through all the demons. It's also why so many willingly acquiesce to vampires who satisfy their victims' burning desire as they drain life from them. Hail Satan, Carter, for your contribution to a very intense set of trips with the Essence.
I was still curious. "Seth," I asked, "You didn't tell us about yourself and Dr. Alex. I really want to hear how that happened."
"You're right. I should have related that. There will be time for that later. Grey has invited Dr. Alex here for a couple of days during your two weeks. He and I can explain it together and provide the details.
The bus was now on the streets of New York City. We were nearing the lair of Grey Finley. I wondered how could it ever be more powerful than what we had all just gone through?