Writer: Satan Worshipper
Subject: Some Can Sense Who I Truly Am
Link: Email LS666 / 03.04.2023
Some Can Sense Who I Truly Am
I’m a white-collar professional and for obvious reasons, can’t come out of the closet in public as a Satan Worshiper.
Nonetheless, when out and about, dressed as straight-laced as can be, not wearing any inverted crucifixes or any other symbols of our Dark Lord — essentially an undercover Satanist — occasionally I come in contact with some who can sense who I really am.
My future wife and I met in the downtown Los Angeles BDSM scene, one filled with wicked dominatrixes, perverse male doms like me, and elaborate, depraved dungeons. And, oh yeah, lots of cocaine. Hardly a bastion of Christian righteousness. This was a period when I was developing an interest in satanism but wasn’t yet a full-on Devil Worshiper. She didn’t know this about me.
One day, while taking a stroll, she turned to me and out of the blue said, “There are only two people in the scene who are really evil, Mistress Lilith and you.” I took it as a high compliment, especially considering that Lilith was the Queen Bee of the scene.
A few years later, when in my straight, white collar professional role, dressed in a suit and tie, I met a very powerful public official, a Mexican-American devout Catholic. The very first thing she said to me was, “You’re evil,” and walked away — I was stunned at that one.
Currently, while again always dressed strait-laced, I go to a local discount store to buy one dollar bibles and tall candles adorned with images of Jesus-on-the-cross, both to put to good blasphemous use. The last time I was there a few weeks ago, the check-out girl fixed me with a look that told me she just knew something was off — that I was buying the bibles and candles for less than pure purposes — she didn’t say anything, however, and I exited the store with my new toys to desecrate in my worship space for our Dark Lord.
Oddly enough, through work, I have formed a professional relationship with a local pastor, and I can tell he doesn’t sense anything evil about me. Curious. Very curious.
The real question is how do they respond to you after they sense your true nature? Like the check-out girl at the xtian bookstore… does she look at you with disdain or do you create a spark in her that will perhaps grow into a flame? Will her natural, lustful self become curious about you and what you really do with those bibles? Will your darkness call out to the darkness that is inside of her and will she allow her darkness to respond and grow?
Hail Mick … A similar thought … like attract like? darkness attract darkness?
I’ll have to go back sometime and check. As I wrote, she looked at me funny, as if she could sense something was off. Maybe our very brief, less than overt encounter planted the seed Maybe not.
On a more interesting note, the official who instantly said to me “you’re evil” was hit and killed by a car sometime later while walking through an intersection.
Right out of The Omen.