he darkness churns within the Abyss. A coagulated mass moves through
the shadows. A low deep tone emminates from the bowels beneath it. It
moves from out of the cavern that has housed it for an eternity. It is
as living black wax transmutating in the flames which created it in
timeless eras afore.
In those times, Satan desired to create what He wanted for Himself. In
remeberance of the blindlight suppression, He sighs with relief, &
outstretches His hand unto the black flames which burn fierce within
the thurible before His Throne. A soft noctalescent glow appears where
would be His Heart, & begins to radiate as a halo extending unto the
flames.
In His hand, He holds two pieces of wax He has fashioned to suit the
perfection of His thoughts. The Daemons gather 'round with arms
uplifted, singing & chanting in a strange tongue known only to the
Children of Darkness. They are of a dark glowing countenance, with
eyes of flame, adorned in flowing vestments, with slow-moving lambent
wings. With their chants, there emminates a most glorious music,
surrounding the dimension, penetrating every being throughout the
cosmos.
Satan speaks the words of Spell...
"She will be of resinant beauty & grace, of a most magnificent
proportion. I shall cast Her up above the goddesses. She shall
be envied, & will be the aspiration unto the higher. Her voice
shall be the enchantment of angels & daemons alike. And She will
supercede the hosts of heaven."
"I fill you with Love, with Passion, with Power, & with Joy!"
Satan enscribes the waxen figure with His seal.
Then He takes up the second figure, & breathes the embibing words into
it...
"He will be of My Image. The flames of Hell shall ever burn
within & around Him. There shall be no other to compare. I
grant Thee My Power, & as you will, so shall it be done! Thou
henceforth are blessed with The Forces of Darkness, & the
pleasures of the earth. Your deeds & actions shall be as a
reflection unto Myself."
"I fill you with Love, with Passion, with Power, & with Joy!"
And Satan enscribes this waxen figure with His seal.
Now grasping them both, He holds them unto Himself, to His heart, & to
His Triune sight.
"And unto you both, made of same, I bond you with the black
flames! To bestow eachother with indulgence sublime, as darkened
mirrors, & the Essence of Life!"
He casts the embodiments of perfection into the flames. Within the
flickering rush, the figures come alive, & melt into an eternal
embrace.
The Daemonic-angelic choir becomes louder now, uttering
"AVE SATANAS! AVE LILITU!"
And the smoke which issued therefrom became as the ethers, & spread
forth across the universe.
And so they have ever since searched out eachother in every successive
manifestation, & found one another's embrace every time. And wholeness
is returned unto them. In whatever form, they have recognized
eachother physically, mentally, emotionally, & soulfully. They are
King & Queen of Darkness. And many have felt their venomous touch. Yet
with every ascent in their evilution, they perpetually grow stronger &
closer. And they can never be cast asunder.
s important as it is to hate purely, it is equally imperative to love purely. also. This is the
perfect balance We, as Satanists, enjoy. Indeed, to preserve a romantic relationship filled with
Magic & enchantment, where every second with one's beloved is fulfillment, for both. Indeed, to
achieve that mind-meld, when the couple exchange thoughts so consistantly. To instinctively KNOW
when to take your partner into whirlwinds of ecstacy. To be so sensitive to eachother's needs &
wants, that a mere glance into eachother's eyes is often all it takes. Even when apart, the other
feels the supportive, protective, loving ethereal embrace, that may strengthen one's beloved to
press onwards towards a goal. To actually, & naturally fall into the roles that others, in their
inexperience, jealousy, &/or brutishness, may feign as "acting". For instance, the ebbings of
emotion at a train station, when the lovers are in the midst of a classic passionate kiss, as the
train gusts by them.
A note to Satanists, I quote Dracula:
"The luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds true Love."
It is until One has found their romantic partner, their "soul-mate" as it were, that you will be able to assuage what that emotion is, & will also lead to a deeper understanding of other emotions as well. It will provide a balance-factor, that obsessions may be appropriately & productively administered. Remember, Love is needed as a fulcrum to establish an equilibrium with Hate. I have seen too many erstwhile Satanists hating everything & everyone, unto sometimes an irrational & obsessive degree. True, there indeed is much to despise, in order to protect Oneself from those draining influences that may beset One's peace of mind, but this does not mean to generalize. As one's Loves are to be chosen carefully, so must One's hatred. There is hardly anything more rewarding than experiencing the depths of Satan's Dark Love, because of the true purity that Satanists experience on all levels of being, without all the blindlight haze. With this foundation, not only will your partner's Love shield you from the possible onslaughts of others {as in defense from curses}, but also can provide One with an amplification of One's own potencies.
Evilove is loyal. When the couple come together to make love, become engaged, or perhaps married,
they will keep to an agreement that they both equally decide upon. Whether it is a monogamous,
bigamous, or polygamous relationship, there must be dual cooperation on all sides. If, for example,
a couple decides to incorperate others for sex, permission should rightfully be granted, so as to
not offend either party.
Evilove is honesty. To preserve a flow of communication, to voice eachother's feelings, & perhaps
modify behaviour to fairly, & coloquially coincide to the sensibilities of one's mate.
Evilove is opposite to the hypocritical, insensitive, deceptive, destructively selfish, mean-spirited
ignorance the masses call "love".
Evilove is that noble love which many modern shrinks denounce as fantasy & "co-dependance". Of course,
as Satanists, we are fierce individualists, & would not be dependant on anyone or anything. Yet to
cling to one's mate, is to allow the souls to melt together, like the red ritual effigy candles
of lust. Logically, there must be a trial period, classically known as courting. Eventually, when
the sparks of attraction & lust culminate into the raging inferno of love, it is only natural to
want to cleave to that person, so long as they allow eachother to freely express themselves, to
propitiate growth & improvement, hence, evilution.
Possessive "love", as defined by destructive selfishness, is the "fatal attraction" variety, when
stalking one's "property" is often the case. Unless the other person is into fetishes like
Domination & Servitude, or Sado-Masochism, where such terms are positively used, unto very tittilating
degrees, it would therefore be an unhealthy expression of emotion, lacking logic, & most definitely,
NOT true love.
Evilove is supportive. At whatever endeavour one might select, providing it is not ultimately
self-destructive, the other should supply them with words of comfort, confidence, & ego-gratification.
Evilove is forgiving & unconditional. If one mate makes a mistake, & inadvertantly hurts the other,
after wholeheartedly apologizing, they should be given at least one other chance. More likely than
not, the pain experienced because of the mistake will serve to teach the lovers a valuable lesson.
Therefore, they can improve, & become better for it.
Furthermore, Evilove is perseverance. Sometimes, you have to go through holy hell to get to Black
Heaven.
The unfortunate habit of today's populations of convenient & malicious seperation holds no love
at all. They therefore remain in ignorance, both because they never learn of their partner's full
potential, whom they erroniously claimed to have "loved", & themselves not absorbing any positive
wisdom. The popular trend, amongst the stasis-quo, is the pseudo-"love" guise of the "stand up for
yourself bitch attitude", is apparantly, to be rude, loud, & cruel to their partners. Love has
lost its meaning amongst the majority of the human race. No wonder they are called "untermenschen".
If a mate repeats their offensive activities unto redundance, & is either unwilling, or incapable
of changing for the better, then they have become a parasite upon the evolved person. They therefore,
have become expendible. But because Evilove is honest, it also recognizes the futility of pretending
to be evolved, in order to satiate the other. This can only lead to future unhappiness & dissatisfaction.
It will rob the superior person of their full potential. You can't soar with the birds of prey if
you're running around amongst sheep. Then, YOU become the prey!
Evilove extends unto one's company. One's "family" should consist of reliable, trustworthy, loyal
persons, whether of blood-relation, or not. For it is better to have a worthy friend, than an
unworthy, parasitic "relative". If blood is thicker than water, then a strawberry-vanilla malt is
thicker than blood. Big deal! In either case, what indulgence!
Along with family, one's property is to be cherished. For this is the foundation of thy lair. Who
dares go there?
Objects of sentimental &/or monetary value are deserving of Evilove. Objects, such as paintings,
tapestries, persian rugs, weaponry, fine clothing, instruments, appliances: the stereo, which plays
your favorate music, the VCR, which plays the documentaries, horror movies, music videos, & your
favorate videos. The computer, by which the imagination is expressed, &/or stored & distributed, via
the internet, etc. I admire My crouching gargoyle Nocturnus, with his arcane features & menacing
countenance. My ten-pound demon mask, in his glory of diabolic splendor. The mesmerizing lightning
sphere, as it dances to the tunes I select for it.
One's pets, like My special black feline Mephistopheles, & My precious serpent Midgard. I love to
watch agile Mephisto pounce & snatch a bird out of the air, & Midgard ghoulishly devour a mouse.
My vicious, though loveable rats Splat, Booger, Spaz, Pestilence, Plague, Mellificent, & Nergal
scurry insanely, twisting & rolling over each other, like loveable demons in a pit.
At the core of Evilove, is the love of one's self. The realization of one's own divinity in the
true words of power, "I AM". With individuals, side by side, running on their own currents, upon
the same wavelength, anything is possible! God or Goddess, Warlock or Witch, We are the vessels of
omniversal power! As such, our wills are made manifest, perhaps utilizing Orgasmancy to achieve it.
Each developing their own entity, reaching continually new dimensions of insight & omnipotence.
Remember The Black Diamond Rule. And as you Evilove, likewise, lovevil.