Writer: Blasphemyandhorror1
Subject: SONG OF THE DEFEATED ONE 2 & 3
Link: ReligiousFetish.com / 13.05.2024
Song Of The Defeated One 2 & 3
CHAPTER TWO — LILITH’S TRIUMPH
The sky above darkened to a deep crimson, casting eerie shadows upon the desolate landscape where once stood a lush paradise. The earth beneath bore witness to the cataclysmic clash between two titanic forces, the ground torn asunder and scorched by divine energies unleashed in battle. Amidst the ruin, Lilith stood triumphant over her defeated foe, Jesus Christ.
“Behold your failure,” she hissed, her voice sultry and resonant, “The world crumbles before us as a testament to your defeat.”
Jesus looked up at her, pain etched across his once-radiant face. His shimmering robes now tattered and stained, he struggled to maintain even the semblance of the divine being he once was. His strength was sapped, his spirit shattered.
“Speak your terms, Lilith,” he replied, defiance still flickering in his weary eyes.
Lilith’s hypnotic gaze bore down on him, her power radiating from her every pore. She towered over him, her raven hair cascading around her lithe form like the wings of some malevolent angel. Her penetrating eyes pierced Jesus’ very soul, filling him with an undeniable sense of dread.
“Your submission is non-negotiable,” she purred, her voice dripping with menace, ”You will bow before me, and you will serve me for all eternity. You shall be my loyal servant, my plaything, and my instrument of destruction.”
“Never!” cried Jesus, mustering what little strength he had left, ”I would rather die than submit to you, demoness!”
“Death holds no reprieve for you,” Lilith taunted, her cruel smile revealing sharp fangs, “Should you perish, your essence shall be mine to torment for eternity. There is no escape from my dominion.”
Jesus’ heart sank within him, the weight of her words pressing down upon his already broken spirit. He knew she spoke the truth, and that his resistance would only bring more suffering to himself and others. With a deep, trembling breath, he prepared to make his choice.
“Very well,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, “I submit.”
“Excellent,” Lilith purred, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she reveled in her victory, “You’ve made the wise choice, my pet. Now, let us begin our journey into darkness.”
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With each ragged breath, Jesus felt his divinity ebbing away, replaced by a cold emptiness that threatened to consume him.
“Very well,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, “I submit.”
“Excellent,” Lilith purred, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she reveled in her victory, “You’ve made the wise choice, my pet. Now, let us begin our journey into darkness.”
As Lilith’s sinister laughter echoed through the desolate wasteland, Jesus closed his eyes, steeling himself for the ordeal to come. I have given everything, he thought bitterly. And yet it was not enough. What hope remains for those who believed in me?
“Arise,” Lilith commanded, extending a slender hand toward him, “Embrace your new purpose.”
Reluctantly, Jesus took her hand and allowed her to pull him to his feet, his body trembling with the effort. He could feel her dark energy seeping into his very soul, corrupting all that had once been pure and good within him. But there was no turning back now.
“Repeat after me,” Lilith instructed, her words weaving a seductive spell around him, “I renounce my former life. I embrace the darkness and pledge myself to serve you, my mistress, for all eternity.”
Though every fiber of his being rebelled against the idea, Jesus forced himself to speak the words, each syllable tasting of ash and despair.
”I renounce my former life. I embrace the darkness and pledge myself to serve you, my mistress, for all eternity.”
“Ah, music to my ears,” Lilith cooed, her smile widening as she began to chant in an ancient language, her voice resonating with dark power.
The air around them grew heavy, suffused with an eerie, ominous energy as her words reverberated through the air.
A shiver ran down Jesus’ spine as he listened to the guttural sounds escaping Lilith’s lips, the chant weaving a web of darkness that seemed to ensnare his very soul. He could feel his connection to the divine slipping further away, replaced by a terrible sense of dread and hopelessness.
What have I done? Jesus thought in despair, even as he knew there was no turning back. But perhaps, in serving this wicked creature, he could find some way to undermine her plans, to bring a flicker of light to the darkness that now surrounded him. It was all he had left to cling to, a desperate hope that he might yet find redemption.
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As Lilith’s chant grew in intensity, the very earth beneath their feet seemed to respond. The ground trembled and shuddered as if protesting against the cosmic imbalance her words wrought. Cracks formed underfoot, radiating outwards like a spider’s web, reaching towards some unseen abyss.
“Behold, the world crumbles before our might!” Lilith declared, an unholy glee in her voice, ”Your reign is over, Jesus. Now begins the age of darkness.”
Jesus stared down at the widening fissures, his heart heavy with the weight of his decision. As the ground continued to crack and fall away, he felt a cold, hollow sensation deep in his chest. It was as if the light that had once filled him was now being extinguished, replaced by the shadows that Lilith cast.
“Come,” she commanded, her grip on his arm ironclad as she dragged him towards one of the gaping chasms, “It’s time for you to witness your new home.”
“Is there truly no other way?” Jesus asked, desperation creeping into his voice.
But even as he spoke the words, he knew the answer. The damage had been done, the balance tipped, and it was his hand that had set these events in motion.
“Silence!” Lilith barked, tightening her grip on his arm, her nails digging into his flesh, “You made your choice, and now you will live with the consequences.”
“Live,” wasn’t the word that came to mind as Jesus stared into the dark void before them. He could feel the heat of Hell’s fires licking at his face, and hear the screams of countless tormented souls echoing through the chasm. This was not life, but eternal damnation.
His knees buckled beneath him, but Lilith’s grip remained unyielding, her supernatural strength easily overpowering his feeble resistance. There was no escape, no salvation to be found in the depths below.
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An oppressive darkness enveloped them as they descended, swallowing up the light that had once emanated from Jesus. The air grew thick with despair and anguish, each breath more suffocating than the last. His heart pounded in his chest, a futile attempt to escape the inevitable.
“Can you feel it?” Lilith’s sultry voice whispered into his ear, “The hopelessness, the dread? This is where you belong now.”
Jesus struggled to find words, but all that came out was a choked sob. He could no longer see the world he had left behind, but he clung to the memory of the light, even as it faded away.
“Your power is nothing here,” Lilith taunted, her grip on his arm never wavering, “No miracles to save you this time.”
As they descended further, the cries of the damned grew louder, more agonizing. Jesus could feel their torment gnawing at him from every direction, consuming his thoughts and flooding his senses.
“Please,” he whispered, unable to bear the weight any longer, “Have mercy on them.”
“Mercy?” Lilith’s eyes flashed with sadistic pleasure, “You’re in my realm now, and mercy has no place here.”
Her cruel smile widened as they reached the depths of Hell, the fires casting ominous shadows upon her face. Her grip on Jesus remained unyielding, a constant reminder of his submission to her will.
“Welcome home,” she sneered, dragging him toward the eternal torment that awaited them both.
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CHAPTER THREE — THE PROFANE CRUCIFIXION
As they made their way to the deepest depths of hell, they came upon it — the effigy. A massive stone effigy of Lilith’s femininity came into view. The air around the stone effigy of Lilith’s vagina crackled with tension and forbidden desire, as if reality itself could not contain the sheer magnitude of her presence. The colossal structure loomed before them, a monument to the demon goddess’s carnal power.
“Behold,” Lilith whispered, her voice dripping with dark seduction, “The embodiment of my eternal dominion over the flesh.”
The effigy was an exquisite, intricate testament to eroticism. Every curve, crevice, and crease of the meaty vaginal lips had been painstakingly sculpted in lifelike detail, inviting those who dared to gaze upon it to become lost within its sultry folds. The outer labia swelled with a lush fullness, as though they were ripe fruit ready to be plucked from the earth. Each delicate ridge and wrinkle seemed to undulate as if possessed by some primal energy that beckoned to their most primitive desires.
“Can you feel it?” Lilith murmured, her eyes alight with wicked glee, “The yearning that courses through every inch of this sacred monument?”
Indeed, the immense size of the stone effigy only served to intensify its allure. It towered above them like a mountain of lascivious temptation – a veritable temple to the raw power of sensuality. To stand in its shadow was to confront one’s deepest, most primal needs, and to be forced to reckon with the true nature of desire.
“Such is the essence of my being,” Lilith continued, with a cruel smile, “To ensnare and enthrall those who dare cross my path. And now, my dear, you shall bear witness to the depths of my mastery.”
As she spoke, Lilith’s eyes locked onto the figure before her, and for a moment, they stood suspended in time – bound together by the force of her gaze — the world around them seemed to fade away until all that remained was the pulsing, throbbing energy of the effigy and the relentless pull of her desire.
“Come,” she beckoned, her voice echoing through the cavernous chamber, “Let us revel in the carnal power that binds us all.”
And as they stepped forward, drawn by the irresistible allure of Lilith’s presence, they knew that there could be no turning back. For their fates were now intertwined with that of the demon goddess, and only time would reveal the true extent of the darkness that awaited them.
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The cavernous chamber was bathed in a sinister, crimson glow as Lilith stood before the colossal stone effigy of her vagina. Her eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure, envisioning Jesus bound to the grotesque monument. A twisted grin spread across her full lips, her anticipation palpable in the oppressive air.
“Behold,” she whispered, her voice laced with malice, “The very embodiment of my essence and power. Here, you shall bear witness to the depths of my mastery.”
Jesus stared at the effigy, his heart heavy with dread and sorrow. The effigy loomed in the darkness, a reminder of the perversion of love that Lilith represented. He swallowed hard, steeling himself for what was to come.
“Would you still have me surrender to this … abomination?” he asked quietly, his voice barely audible above the distant rumble of thunder that echoed through the chamber.
The question was as much for himself as it was for Lilith — a desperate attempt to find some shred of hope amidst the darkness.
“Of course,” Lilith purred, her voice dripping with venom, ”Your submission is the key to your salvation, is it not? And what greater testament to your devotion than to offer yourself up to the very embodiment of sin?”
As she spoke, Lilith gestured to the spiked metal crucifix mounted on the massive stone clitoris of the effigy. The wickedly sharp spikes glinted menacingly in the dim light, a promise of the excruciating pain that awaited Jesus. He clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms as he wrestled with the decision before him.
“Your surrender will bring about the dawn of a new age,” Lilith continued, her voice hypnotic and seductive, ”One where the bonds of devotion and worship will be tested and reshaped in unimaginable ways. But first, you must submit.”
“Have mercy,” Jesus whispered, his voice cracking as tears welled up in his eyes.
“Mercy?” Lilith laughed, a cruel, mocking sound that reverberated through the chamber, “You truly are deluded if you believe there is any mercy for you here.”
With that, she stepped forward, her movements fluid and graceful like a predator stalking its prey. Jesus took a deep breath, his divine light flickering within him like a candle in the wind, as he prepared himself to face the torment that awaited him at the hands of Lilith and her demonesses.
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Lilith’s fingers danced through the air, beckoning forth a set of unholy chains that materialized from the shadows. The blackened links slithered towards her like serpents, their metallic surfaces etched with twisted runes that seemed to pulse with a dark energy.
“Look at me,” she commanded, her voice dripping with authority.
Jesus reluctantly met her gaze, his eyes filled with anguish and trepidation.
“This is your fate, my dear. Embrace it.”
With swift, precise movements, Lilith looped the chains around Jesus’ wrists, tightening them until they bit into his flesh. He winced in pain but held her gaze, his spirit unyielding even as his body was bound. She repeated the process with his ankles, securing him tightly to the spiked metal crucifix mounted on the effigy’s massive stone clitoris.
“Such a beautiful sight,” Lilith purred, stepping back to admire her handiwork.
Jesus hung before her, helpless and exposed, his divine light flickering weakly against the oppressive darkness that surrounded them. He struggled against his bonds, the chains rattling and chafing against his skin, but it was futile. He was a captive of his surrender, willingly submitting to the dominion of the demon goddess who now reveled in his torment.
“Please, have mercy,” he whispered, the words barely audible over the sound of his shallow breaths.
“Mercy?” Lilith laughed, the sound triumphant and cruel, ”Oh, my sweet Jesus, there will be no mercy for you here. Only suffering, degradation, and an eternity of servitude to your new mistress.”
Her laughter echoed through the chamber, filling the air with a sinister energy that seemed to seep into Jesus’ very soul.
I never imagined it would come to this, Jesus thought, his heart heavy with despair. I have given everything in the name of love and compassion, yet now I find myself bound to the very embodiment of sin, my divine light fading beneath her malevolent gaze.
“Accept your fate, Jesus,” Lilith whispered, her voice a seductive caress that sent shivers down his spine, “For this is only the beginning.”
As her laughter rang out once more, Jesus closed his eyes, his spirit trembling with both dread and an inexplicable fascination for the dark journey that lay ahead.
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The first spike pierced Jesus’ flesh, eliciting a guttural cry of anguish from his lips. His body trembled with each agonizing jolt as the cold metal tore through his divine skin, pinning him to the grotesque effigy.
“Ah, such sweet suffering,” Lilith purred, her eyes alight with wicked delight, ”It’s been far too long since I’ve witnessed such exquisite pain.”
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Tears glistened in Jesus’ eyes as they fluttered open, the searing pain of his impalement still fresh in his mind. The once-golden aura that surrounded him had faded to a feeble flicker, casting eerie shadows upon the cavernous walls. Lilith stepped forward, her eyes locked on Jesus, a twisted smile playing upon her lips as she reveled in the sight of his torment.
“Your divine light is fading,” she purred, her voice dripping with sadistic satisfaction, ”Soon, it will be extinguished completely, and you will be nothing more than a helpless plaything for me and my minions.”
Jesus clenched his jaw, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing his fear. His anguished cries continued to reverberate throughout Hell, filling the air with the palpable weight of his despair. He couldn’t deny the truth in her words – the once-constant presence of his Father’s love had diminished — leaving him feeling cold and utterly alone.
“Please … release me …” he whispered, tears streaming down his face as he stared into Lilith’s merciless eyes, “I beg of you …”
“Release you?” Lilith scoffed, her laughter filling the chamber with an icy chill, “You are mine now, Jesus. Forever bound to this unholy effigy, powerless against the darkness that seeks to claim you.”
His heart ached with each oppressive word, but Jesus refused to let her see the depth of his despair. As he hung there, trembling with exhaustion and pain, he clung to the last remnants of hope that still flickered within him.
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The flickering shadows cast by the infernal flames danced upon Lilith’s face, reflecting her cruel smile as she gazed triumphantly at Jesus. His body convulsed with each anguished breath, and his divine light had all but vanished under the weight of his torment.
“Your defiance only amuses me,” Lilith taunted, tilting her head to one side, ”But it will not last. You will break, and I will relish every moment.”
Jesus gritted his teeth, refusing to respond. He knew that his silence would only fuel her desire for control, but he couldn’t bring himself to utter another word. Instead, he focused on the pain coursing through him and tried to hold onto the remnants of hope that still lingered within.
With a final, disdainful glance in his direction, Lilith turned away from Jesus. Her laughter echoed off the chamber walls as she disappeared into the shadows, leaving him to suffer alone in the oppressive darkness.
As the sound of her footsteps faded, Jesus’ body trembled with exhaustion. The cold metal links of the unholy chains bit into his wrists and ankles, while the spikes of the crucifix drove deeper into his flesh with each passing second. It felt as though the very essence of the effigy’s perverse nature was seeping into him, warping his thoughts and threatening to consume his soul entirely.
As he hung upon the grotesque clitoris of the effigy, his spirit weighed down by an unending cycle of degradation and surrender, Jesus couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of despair. The once-bright beacon of hope within him had been reduced to a sputtering flame, and he feared that it would soon be extinguished completely.
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The last vestiges of Lilith’s laughter echoed through the chamber, leaving behind a heavy silence that seemed to swallow up every ounce of hope. The air was thick with the scent of sulfur and ash, stinging Jesus’ nostrils as he drew in each shallow breath. His body hung limply against the effigy, suspended by the cruel chains that bound him.
Crackling flames licked at the edges of the abyss below, their flickering light casting eerie shadows across the chamber walls. Each surge of pain from the crucifix’s spikes sent fresh tremors coursing through Jesus’ body, his muscles tensing involuntarily as he fought against the urge to scream. His mind raced, searching for some hidden reserve of strength, some source of divine intervention to save him from this torment.
He gritted his teeth, forcing his eyes open to stare into the darkness as if it held the answers he sought. But there was nothing – only the insidious emptiness that gnawed at his spirit like a ravenous beast — consumed by an overwhelming sense of futility, Jesus finally allowed his eyes to close, the shadows swallowing him whole.
As his mind drifted into numbness, Jesus could no longer feel the weight of his own body or the searing agony of the crucifix’s spikes. All that remained was an impenetrable darkness, a void that threatened to snuff out the once-divine light within him. He was suspended between life and death, caught in an eternal struggle that offered no reprieve – only an endless cycle of suffering and despair.
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The fetid air hung thick and heavy in the cavernous chamber, an oppressive haze that seemed to choke the very essence of life from every corner. The shadows danced wildly upon the walls, their sinister forms illuminated by the flickering flames below. Amidst this infernal tableau, Jesus hung upon the grotesque effigy, his broken body a testament to the torments he had endured.
“Is there no mercy?” he whispered, his voice barely audible above the symphony of agony that filled the chamber, “No reprieve from this eternal suffering?”
His once-radiant eyes, now dulled and hollow, searched the darkness for any semblance of hope. But it was as if the very concept of salvation had been banished from this unholy realm, leaving only despair to fester in its wake.
“Your cries fall on deaf ears,” a cruel voice sneered from the shadows, cutting through Jesus’ anguished thoughts like a serrated blade, “Here, there is no God. Only Lilith … and her endless hunger for suffering.”
Jesus turned his head weakly, straining to see the source of the voice. His eyes fell upon a figure that seemed to materialize from the shadows themselves – a demoness with skin as black as pitch — her eyes burning with malicious amusement.
“Who are you?” Jesus demanded, his voice cracking with pain, “What do you want with me?”
“Me?” the demoness replied, feigning innocence as she circled him slowly, her talons scraping against the stone floor with a sound like nails on a chalkboard, “I am but a humble servant of our Mistress. My purpose is to ensure your suffering never wanes … that you never forget the depths of your defeat.”
“Then you have failed,” Jesus spat, defiance flaring within him like a dying ember, “For I still cling to hope – the hope that one day, I shall break free from these chains and return to the light where I belong.”
“Ah, hope,” the demoness hissed, her voice dripping with venom, “Such a fragile, fleeting thing. Allow me to extinguish it for you … permanently.”
She reached out with a clawed hand and pressed the tips of her talons into Jesus’ chest, just above his heart. The pain was immediate and searing, as if she were carving her cruel intentions directly into his soul.
“Feel the weight of your despair,” she whispered, her breath hot and rancid against his face, “Let it consume you, drown you, until all that remains is an empty shell devoid of light or purpose.”
Jesus’ body convulsed with agony, his tortured cries echoing through the chamber as the demoness continued her relentless assault on his spirit. But even as his strength waned, his heart threatened to burst beneath the onslaught, Jesus clung stubbornly to that last bastion of hope – the belief that he could, somehow, endure.
“Your … cruelty will never … break me,” he gasped, the words torn from his lips in a ragged breath, “I … am stronger … than this darkness.”
“Time will tell,” the demoness replied, her laughter a cold, insidious caress that seemed to linger long after her presence had faded back into the shadows, “But know this, Son of God – every moment you spend in this forsaken place — every torment you endure, will only serve to strengthen Lilith’s power. And when she has devoured every last vestige of your divine essence, nothing will stand in her way.”
As the echoes of her sinister laughter died away, Jesus found himself once more alone in the darkness. With every fiber of his being screaming in agony, he clung to that sliver of hope, even as it threatened to slip through his bloodied fingers. And as despair closed around him like a suffocating embrace, Jesus knew – beyond a shadow of a doubt – that the true test of his faith had only just begun.
THE END OF CHAPTER THREE