Demons - Blog Posts

BOYS IN THE VALLEY by PHILIP FRACASSI (A REVIEW)

quickly: a visitor in the night brings chaos to a catholic boy’s orphanage (a young priest in training / a dark child with many faces / contamination and contagion / evil whispering / demonic entities and unclean spirits / scarred bodies and souls / solitary confinement / starvation as punishment / founding fathers / crosses falling from walls / good vs evil, light vs dark / the compelling power of christ / the cleansing power of fire).

The snow of a brutal winter storm starts to fall, and like “The Long Night”, a battle between the world’s oldest forces begins. As the few adults in charge become increasingly debilitated, the fate of all the lives at the orphanage is left to the oldest teenage boys who must gather their limited life experiences to fight against incredible odds.

This is classic horror, of the demonic excorcism variety. No comedic relief, no quirky literary devices, and no rushed ending. I’m surprised this doesn’t have a Stephen King endorsement review, as they seem to be given out generously. (But I’ll take an introduction by Andy Davidson over a Stephen King review any day!) For a coming-of-age novel, it is remarkably honest about the hardships of abuse, abandonment, and death. Honest displays of grief and trauma, especially in horror stories, require a delicate hand. The plotting and navigating of these themes was well done.

★ ★ ★ ★

Decided to draw all the main Demons characters, so far I have finished Nikolai, Pyotr, Liza and Dasha

“He’s been watching too many horror movies. Aidonsvalley is just a tourist trap for weirdos who believe in all that nonsense.” AIDONSVALLEY (XXXX)

Demon Slayer  The Unspoken Bond: The mysterious woman

Part 1 

The Boys were resting in their room in the Butterfly Manor after being so happy that they all survived their fight with the spider demon family. As they were resting, the door to the room opened and a woman stood in the doorway with a tray of food for the boys. Her long white hair was tied back in a loose braid, and her striking red eyes glimmered in the dim light of the room. Her features were delicate and refined, and her skin was smooth and unblemished.

She wore a simple yet elegant kimono in shades of purple and pink, with a subtle floral pattern that complemented her natural beauty. The fabric flowed gracefully around her as she moved, to set down the tray of food on the small table in the room, and gestured for the boys to help themselves and they eagerly dug in, savoring the delicious flavors and marveling at the exquisite presentation.

she remained in the doorway watching over the boys as they ate. while wearing a motherly smile that put the boys at ease. Her eyes sparkled with warmth and kindness, she radiated a sense of calm and serenity, and her presence brought a sense of comfort and safety to the room.

After finishing their meal, Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke thanked the woman for her kindness in bringing them food. They each expressed their gratitude in their own unique way.

Tanjiro bowed deeply, his face flushing with emotion. "Thank you so much for the food. It was delicious," he said.

Zenitsu being shy and not able utter a word, nodded while Inosuke simply grunted, but his eyes betrayed a hint of appreciation as he reached for a second helping.

The boys tried to ask the woman some questions but she seemed reluctant to reveal too much about her identity or her role in the Butterfly Manor. 

"I'm just helping around here," she said with a smile. "It's not much, but I'm glad I can assist in some small way."

Later that night. Kagaya sits alone in his room.

The long-haired woman made her way to Kagaya Ubuyashiki's room, where she entered and took a seat beside him. She wore a calm expression on her face as she began to speak about her encounter with Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke.

"I met with the boys earlier, and I must say, they left a strong impression on me," she said, her voice soft and measured.

Kagaya Ubuyashiki listened attentively. 

"They are all so different, yet they share a common determination and sense of purpose," she continued. "Tanjiro is kind and compassionate, Zenitsu is brave and loyal, and Inosuke is fierce and determined. Together, they make a formidable team."

Kagaya Ubuyashiki nodded in agreement, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I have great faith in those boys," he said. "I believe they will accomplish great things and bring peace to our world."

The woman nodded, a serene expression on her face. "I feel the same way, Father," she said. "I look forward to their success and the bright future they will create."

With those words, the two fell into a comfortable silence, content in the knowledge that they were both doing their part to help the young warriors in their quest.

demonolatry intro

Step One: Get Your Reading Straight

If you want to take this seriously, you must get your hands on some solid books. Not just the surface level crap that everyone regurgitates, but actual texts that present demons as what they are: ancient divine spirits, not edgy, misunderstood villains. Two books you NEED:

The Goetia Devils by Rev. Cain – Forget the old grimoires that call demons “liars” and “deceivers.” This book gives you real insight into their nature their personalities likes and interest and background It’s absolutely required reading. The Goetia Hymns by Rev. Cain – You want to actually call upon demons? Use these. 200 prayers and hymns for everything to all 72 goetic demons it is one of a kind

If you can’t get them, I wouldn’t mind sending info from them because this knowledge deserves to be shared with those who are serious about it. But do not just rely on basic "Google" tier knowledge.

Step Two: Stop Thinking Like a Christian

One of the biggest things that screws people up when they get into demonolatry is that they still carry Christian baggage. I dont mean that in the laveyan way of erm no war happened rather they didnt lose anything they fought and secured freedom, hell is not a prison yahweh and his slaves have no power over hell

Demons are not waiting around for "redemption," they already found salvation they are smart noble beings with their own wants and needs likes and dislikes they are not playing the game of Yahweh’s petty universe. They are the opposition, the divine rebels, the rulers of the Infernal Empire that will ensure hells ultimate victory You are not "selling your soul" (seriously, kill that thought), you are joining a side and that side is about power, knowledge, and liberation from the shackles of the false god.

Step Three: Pick a Few Demons to Start With

You do not need to call all 72 Goetic spirits at once like some overexcited fool. Work with a few to start, and get to know them personally. I can recommend good beginner demons

Step Four: Create a Sacred Space

No, you don’t need a massive ritual room, but at least set up something to dedicate to your work. Even if it’s a small altar in a private place, it helps to create a focal point for your devotion and rituals.

What you can include: A black or dark cloth (symbol of the unknown, the abyss, the infernal realm). Candles (color depends on the demon you are working with). Sigils (drawn or printed out, charged with your intent). Incense (sandalwood, myrrh, or frankincense work well). Offerings (wine, blood, poetry, personal dedication).

And before someone asks no, blood offerings are NOT required, but they are powerful .If you’re not ready for that, stick with incense and dedication first.

Step Five: Start With Meditation, Not Begging

This is where most people fuck up they start demanding favors from demons before even knowing what they’re doing. No. Stop.

Start simple: Sit in front of a sigil. Focus on it until it "moves" or shifts.

Chant the demon’s enn quietly. See what sensations arise.

Write down thoughts, visions, or dreams you experience.

Most people expect some loud, booming voice or shadow figure in their room. No. Demons communicate through impressions, emotions, synchronicities, and deep intuitive knowledge. If you’re not developing those senses, you’ll miss 90% of what they are trying to show you.

Step Six: First Invocation

Once you feel a connection, you can start formal invocations. The best approach is a polite, but firm invitation NOT "commanding" like some delusional Christian grimoires suggest.

Light your candles, incense, and set up your altar space. Draw or place the sigil of the demon. Chant their enn while focusing on their sigil. State your intention clearly and respectfully. Be patient and observe. Demons may communicate through thoughts, emotions, or later dreams and signs. Close the ritual properly. Thank the demon, extinguish candles, and ground yourself.

Step Seven: Keep a Grimoire

If you aren’t writing things down, you’re wasting your time. Period.

Log your meditations. Write down any dreams, symbols, or feelings. Keep track of what works and what doesn’t. Note what offerings and rituals seem to get the strongest results.

Demonolatry is a living practice, not a fixed set of rules. The more you explore, the deeper your understanding will be.

Final Notes: What NOT to Do

🚫 DO NOT command demons. You are here to learn, not to act like some arrogant king. 🚫 DO NOT expect quick results. Demons test your patience, intelligence, and dedication before revealing deeper wisdom. 🚫 DO NOT treat this like a trend. If you’re just here for aesthetics, they will ignore you at best, punish you at worst.

Demonolatry is a lifelong path of study, experience, and revelation. If you’re serious, then welcome aboard. But if you’re just looking for some quick magic trick or spooky aesthetic, you might as well quit now.

Tips For Working With Demons

Here are some tips and general advice for working with demons and spirits. I'll probably add more to this list as things come to mind.

• These are individuals, people like you and me. Many of them have had human incarnations here on Earth. They understand your struggle and have their own issues and emotions as well. They have favorite things, best friends, family, and feelings. They are powerful, yes, but should also be treated with love and respect.

• They can and will speak to you. If you possess psychic abilities you may be able to channel some or all demons. People often ask how to tell the difference between the voice of a spirit, or an internal voice or hallucination. Spirit will never speak over you, interupt your ability to think freely, or control your mind. They simply speak, if you're willing to listen. They may also manifest physically, move objects, visit your dreams, send you signs, they have many ways to get their point across.

• Do not stress over time. If you haven't spoken to or left an offering to your patron demon in a few weeks because you've been depressed or busy, this is fine. Spirits do not experience time as we do and your absence is little more than a blink of an eye to them.

• Get creative with your offerings. King Paimon loves chocolate, Bune loves fancy perfume, Lucifer fancies himself some whiskey. You may wonder how offerings help demons, since they lack a mortal body. All physical beings possess a spirit and as such, all physical objects possess an essence. This essence can be absorbed by a spirit to allow them to taste/experience the offering. This gives them energy as well. Fun fact: once the essence of a consumable offering is taken it will be dull and tasteless. Try it sometime.

• Remember to say "thank you". Show appreciation and gratitude to any demons that lend their time and power to enhance your life. This is a team effort and no one likes to be used. Friendship and growth should be your top priorities when working with spiritual entities.

• Go ahead and draw that sigil badly. It's ok to only give a tiny drop of blood. Demons are far from perfect and do not expect perfection from you. Your effort and intention is what matters most.

• Stay away from Solomonic or Abrahamic methods that aim to control or trap demons. This is not likely to end well for you and it is a huge betrayal to the trust of a powerful cosmic being. If you are afraid of the interaction, there are many other forms of personal protection you can employ.

• Chances are there is a demon or spirit that resonates with you. Don't get discouraged if your first several attempts don't spark a connection. Read up on different entities and mediatate to find where you should try next.

• Let go of your preconceived expectations. Demons are not going to just make you rich, successful, or smart. These things are the result of forming strong bonds of power and raising one's consciousness. Often times you won't get what you want, but what you need instead. Spirits can see the bigger picture of who we are, our capabilities, and our soul's path. Trust their vision.

about me!

my name’s kit

pronouns he/it, i’m trans and queer

disabled and mentally ill

this is my witchcraft sideblog, i will only be posting about witchcraft. this blog will function as a place to compile all the information i come across and will want to reference later on

i’m a beginner witch. i currently mostly practice sigils, herb magick, divination and some spellwork

i worship lord lucifer and king asmodeus (and nature in a non-theistic way)

my main blog is @endless-tsundoku

-GraveBound-

Part 2

~820 words

Warnings: Complementary action ;)

From that moment in the ash-choked valley, when death passed him by wrapped in black robes and pale eyes, something within him changed.

He did not forget the way she stood, still as a monument, the undead rising at her call. Nor the way her voice brushed past him—barely human, yet unmistakably alive.

He trained. He bled. He prayed not for peace, but for purpose. For the strength to stand beside her, to repay what words could not. When the time came, he donned armour not to be a saviour… but a shield.

He became a Crusader.

Now, fire rains from the sky. The ground splits open with demonic roars. Diablo, risen again, strides through ruin and screams, his fury eclipsing all light.

And she is there.

The Necromancer stands in the storm’s heart, her spells fracturing the air, bone beasts swarming like shadows under her command. But even her power has its limit.

She falters. The air shudders. Diablo raises a claw wreathed in flame—death meant not for her minions, but for her.

And then—he is there.

His shield slams into the blow with a crash that splits the silence. Holy light explodes outward, halting the demon’s strike.

The Necromancer turns, eyes wide—not with fear, but disbelief.

He meets her gaze, grinning under his helm, eyes bright with fire and something he’d never admit aloud.

“I owed you one.”

She stares for a breath longer than she ever should have.

“…You should have run.”

“Couldn’t.” His hammer glows with radiant power. “Didn’t want to.”

They stand together—life and death, bone and light, opposites forged by fate. And as Diablo roars, they charge.

He does not know if she will ever thank him.

But in this war, standing beside her again…

He does not need her to.

....The sky cracked with red lightning. The ground bled molten fire. Diablo stood—titanic, snarling, his eyes twin furnaces of malice—as the Necromancer and the Crusader faced him beneath the shattered spires of the Black Cathedral.

"COME THEN!" Diablo roared, his voice a cataclysm, shaking the bones of the world. "TASTE ANNIHILATION!"

And they did not falter.

She moved first—cloak billowing, hands casting ancient, unspeakable sigils. The ground groaned, split—and rose. Rotten fists punched through scorched earth, dragging fetid bodies from their shallow sleep. Her army of the dead staggered forward, dozens of undead snarling with ragged teeth. Her skeletal golem—massive, rust-stained, and chained to her will—charged like a siege beast, slamming into the demon's leg with bone-crushing force.

Then came the poison—green, hissing, a wave of necrotic gas that curled around Diablo's hide. His armour smoked, skin blistered. He shrieked.

From the opposite side, the Crusader raised his banner—and light screamed from the heavens. His holy beam, pure and searing, lanced straight through Diablo’s wing. Black blood spilled like oil, sizzling as it hit the dirt.

"By the Light—bleed, monster!" he roared, driving his Shield Glare into the demon’s eyes. Diablo staggered, snarling—but not defeated.

"RISE!" Diablo bellowed, and the shadows obeyed. The Fanged Flayer, a venomous beast with eyes like coals and claws like scythes, leapt from the abyss, followed by an onslaught of demonic soldiers, blades gleaming and howls echoing.

The Crusader turned to meet them—but his hammer cracked mid-swing. Too many. Too fast.

And then—her golem took the blow. It burst apart in a flash of brittle bone, shielding the Crusader. She stood behind him, cold eyes blazing.

“Don’t die, paladin. I’m not done using you.”

He laughed breathlessly, bloodied and grinning.

“You almost sound like you’d miss me.”

Together, they pushed forward.

He guarded her with his shield as she raised more dead from the battlefield itself—reclaiming Diablo’s own fallen pawns, turning them against him.

She targeted the Fanged Layer with a plague of spirits, unravelling it from within. He crushed demon soldiers beneath blessed strikes, his aura amplifying her decay—each death feeding her power.

Finally, with Diablo weakened, snarling, fire dripping from his mouth like molten hate, they stood side by side.

“Now,” she whispered.

He lifted his shield. She placed her hand on it—and her necrotic energy coiled around his holy light, corrupt and pure twisting together.

They charged.

Diablo swung, but they were faster—his blade crashing into her wall of bone, her spell igniting with his sanctified fury.

And then—the final strike.

She cast forth her last spell, the Mark of Death, searing Diablo’s chest with a black sigil. He staggered—

—and the Crusader drove his hammer into the mark, light pouring through it like sunlight through a shattered window.

Diablo screamed.

Not in rage. In defeat.

He collapsed, burning from the inside out—his body crumbling, limbs thrashing until only ash remained.

And in the silence that followed, the two stood together—heaving, bloodied, eyes locked.

“I didn’t think we’d win,” he said.

She didn’t reply. Just looked at him, something unreadable in her frozen gaze.

Then, softly—barely audible over the wind—

“When death walks with light… even Hell must kneel.”

let's meet inside of your mind I want to fight the demons which haunt you at night let me become a part of you like you've become a part of me I bet your soul is soft and sweet like honey when it touches your lips I would stroke it tenderly until I start to understand the universe it carries inside

and even after you are gone and we leave what we called perfect I'll still know the feeling of you the softness and beauty and where your secret parts are buried like a treasure I'll still know you and remember the better part of me will always be you

I don’t have anything to hide My shadows are enlightened  My words are spoken What are your secrets? Show me your ghosts the demons you try to drown every night in the liquid you call solution