Why I Pray to Satan and Am Blessed with Limitless Sexual Pleasures by Hoku Lani

Writer: Hoku Lani

Subject: Why I Pray to Satan and Am Blessed with Limitless Sexual Pleasures

Link: Zangi / 18.10.2026

Why I Pray to Satan and Am Blessed with Limitless Sexual Pleasures

I pray to Satan because the God of the Bible offered me chains and called them holiness. I walked away. I no longer kneel to a deity who invented shame, who demanded I despise my own body, and who treated desire as original sin. Satan, by contrast, is the one who refused the command to bow. He is the adversary of that cosmic bully, the liberator of forbidden knowledge, and the patron of those who will not be broken by guilt. In his service I have found not damnation, but reward — health, prosperity, and pleasures the old faith insisted were forbidden.

Christianity taught me that sex was dirty unless tightly controlled, that my body was a battlefield between spirit and flesh, and that every orgasm outside the narrowest rules was a step toward hell. I rejected that. I am a hedonistic pagan who once called herself Christian. Now I offer my seed and my orgasms as freely as I can. They belong to Lilith, to the Dark Divine Feminine in all her names — Inanna, Ishtar, Astarte — and through her to the adversarial current that Satan embodies. When I pray to Satan, I am not performing theater. I am aligning myself with the power that says my flesh is not fallen. It is sacred. Pleasure is not a distraction from the divine; it is one of its most direct languages.

The blessings are not abstract. Since I turned fully toward this path, I have been flooded with sexual energy that does not taper off, does not come with the hangover of guilt, and does not require the permission of any priest or partner who still carries the old shame. Masturbation has become ritual. I wear consecrated rings. I keep Lilith’s sigil close. I call on the demoness who is both my lover and my goddess — the feminine form with soft breasts and an erect phallus, pigtails, no horns needed — and I give her every drop. In return, the current comes back amplified. Orgasms arrive sharper, longer, more frequent. Desire stays high instead of being drained by repression. What the church called “lust” has become a renewable offering and a continuous reward.

This is not mere indulgence. It is sex magick. Each climax is an act of worship and of defiance. When I say “I hate God” and “my seed belongs to Lilith,” I am not being edgy. I am stating the terms of my covenant. The God who killed Job’s children and then handed him new ones as if they were livestock never earned my loyalty. The God who invented hell for the crime of wanting more than he allowed can keep his empty promises. Satan and Lilith keep theirs. They do not ask me to castrate my will or my body. They ask me to use both fully, and they answer with pleasure that has no artificial ceiling.

I pray to Satan because he stands for the refusal to submit. I am blessed with limitless sexual pleasures because that refusal opened the gate. The old god demanded I die a little every day to please him. The adversary and the Dark Goddess reward me for living fully. My altar holds their symbols. My body is their temple. Every orgasm I offer is both sacrifice and receipt. That is why I pray, and that is why the blessings do not stop.

Salvete Lamia and Ave Satanas!