That's New

Summary: Kuwabara gets a new trick.

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“Huh. Well… that’s new,” Yusuke finally said, breaking the silence as they all stared at the bright shield Kuwabara had summoned.

The four had been engaged in a battle against a large winged demon, who had decided, for one reason or another, that Yusuke Urameshi was his greatest enemy, and he must therefore smite him. The beast had been only a nuisance at first until he powered up strong enough to actually become a problem...

The group had been struggling with the demon for more than an hour when a lucky shot had knocked Yusuke on his back. The monster had opened his mouth, and a beam of hot white energy formed in its cavern, sparkling as a guttural roar filled the air. The blast fired out at Yusuke, and in a moment of desperation, Kuwabara ran and jumped in front of Yusuke, as he had done so many times before.

But this time, when Kuwabara threw his hands out, an electric orange shield flung out with his hands, curling a hexagonal shape over his arm, and out in front of his body. The blast the enemy fired then ricocheted off of Kuwabara’s shield and took out the demon's head. It killed over sideways, slain by its own rebounding attack.

The team had been stunned into silence to speak until Yusuke had finally found his words.

Kuwabara shifted his stance, shifting the shield as he moved. He stared out at the shield and waved it around as if testing its weight. And then, in a confused mutter, he asked, “Now… how do I turn it off?”

Yusuke grinned, struck by the suddenly nostalgic phrase, and started laughing, loud and hard. He drew the group's attention, and suddenly Kurama was laughing too, pleased by Yusuke's suddenly giggly state. Hiei approached Kuwabara, his face slightly twisted as he tried to contain the sudden infectious laughter that tried to bubble out of him. Tapping the shield, Hiei flinched a little as a pulsing shock reverberated back to him.

With a proud smirk, Hie proclaimed, “You always have new tricks, don’t you?”

Kuwabara shrugged and let out a nervous laugh, “I swear… my powers just… they just keep changing on me!”

Hiei suddenly started to laugh too, the sound of it making Kurama laugh harder and take a seat on the ground.

“Why is everybody laughing?” Kuwabara squawked, shaking his arm that wielded the shield, flexing his hand as he tried to make the thing disappear.

Yusuke got to his feet and marched over to Kuwabara before he threw an arm around him. Still lost to his amused laughter, Yusuke sniggered, “Kuwabara… it’s just… so you, to create this.” Yusuke lightly punched the shield, Kuwabara’s warm energy lightly pushing back against his hand. “It’s just so you!” Yusuke concluded again, before he wrapped his arms around Kuwabara in a tight hug.

“Thanks man… I think you saved my life back there,” Yusuke whispered against Kuwabara's ear, his voice full of affection.

Kuwabara’s shield finally dropped, and he wrapped his arms around Yusuke in what was supposed to be a hug. But once his shield had vanished, Kuwabara’s legs became jelly, and he collapsed, dragging Yusuke to the ground with him.

The sight of the two falling over sent Hiei and Kurama into more laughter, and it echoed around them in great peals. The sudden relief that everything had turned out okay, as well as the pride they felt about Kuwabara’s power evolving to save the day, burst inside them fueling their sudden bout of laughter.

Yusuke flat on his back, with Kuwabara, collapsed on him, and practically dead weight, laughed the loudest amongst them. He ruffled the back of Kuwabara’s head and crowed, “Man Kuwabara! What a neat new trick!”

Kuwabara groaned, “I think I’ll agree with you when I can feel my legs again.”

A few days post the grueling battle, and Ariel would awake to something concerning - Chiasa, in the middle of the night, coated herself in flame, before creating two high walls of fire; one bisecting the front courtyard, while the other ringed around a familiar place, just about large enough to trap a man. From there she would hold onto the walls - lare bright torrents of powerful flame that flickered in place, but stayed strong through her effort.

Was she...copying what Ariel did?

Ariel would be awken by the flickering lights- and of of corse the heat. Thinking it was an attack, she limps over to her gun and opend the door- only to find chiasa trying to do what she she did.

Ah.

She sighs, putting the gun back and slowly walking to chiasa, with some... slight concern on her face.

"... chiasa? Uh... bit late for a show." She awkwardly jokes.

Well, I’m not a fed. 

Pote: *looking at a picture of a red hot knife cutting bread* Imagine stabbing someone with this knife... Teresa: It would instantly cauterize the wound, the person wouldn't bleed. So, it's not very helpful. James: If you want information it is. Kelly Anne: Why would you stab a person when you can have TOAST?

HOW DO I LET GO TO ACCEPT

SATAN

Today I was asked 12 Questions. One of them and most all of them revolved around acceptance of one’s dark hungers. The man asking me was a truly powerful young man. A Cadet at one of our nations oldest and most prominent military academies. He told me of these dark urges he has to do evil. Of how at times he just wants to crush others and have nothing to do with them. How he always feels alone and it’s as if no one understands him. He asked me if I feared the “other side”? Let me answer him and all of you. These feelings reside deep within him. They have been there since birth. Why? Because long before he was born he was chosen to be Satan’s! Not everyone is so honored and blessed. Many through the experiences of life, their hurt and human suffering and anguish are awakened to the power of Satan. Others from the overwhelming sexual power and hungers that they are born with naturally come to Him. Add to that the factor of overwhelming societal guilt and indoctrination and most when they awaken are confused and full of guilt. They don’t know where to turn or who to talk to. All faith takes a LEAP! There comes a moment when you have to trust. To let go. Like a child learnt to ride a bike…the train wheels must come off. Each of you is different and yet all of you are the same. You are guided by the overwhelming power of your cock and balls. You are men driven in and by your predatory needs and hungers. As you learn to let go of your false guilt and shame you grow. You grow in manhood, power, determination, lust, perversions and most importantly to guide others to the one UNIVERSAL TRUTH ! …..That Satan accepts your needs. He understands them and shares them with you. He does not judge you…HE empowers you to go further and further. All of you who follow me and who have spoken to me are always shocked by how I make you feel. How sexual you become just hearing my voice, or by praying with me. It is not me who does this, but Satan. As you read these words know that Satan is real. That every day his power grows. That more and more are coming to Him. To deny Him is to deny yourself. To live without Him is not to live at all. To let yourselves be held back by the false teaching which are leashed to guilt and shame for the purpose of controlling you is to renounce your manhood and cease to be alive. Come to the power of Satan. Come to the power of Cock. Come to the purity of honoring and worshiping your own Cock, Muscle and Seed. AwKen and come forth into the Nee Age of lust and pleasure. Form families and worship groups. Show your Muscles and Cocks off. Let them see the outline of your cock as it hangs down your leg. If you get hard stand up and walk around. Your cock gives you power. Accept that power as a symbol of your acceptance and lust and love in and by Satan. Stand proud and know our enemies will soon be crushed. For Satan is in you. His power guides you. His lust completes your manhood. Without Him We are not men. With Him we are the beasts of the earth. Take your rightful place and stand up letting your cocks lead the way. I’m Dar, you can speak directly to me on WICKR the Free Encrypted Phone App. I’m demondar666 on that site. It’s time to come home to your true family. Hail Almighty Satan.

Zep Tepi I haven’t thought or spoken about this in a long while. #Orion #Sirius #Sahu #Sopdet #Sothis

Orion/ Shau: the incorruptible soul is hidden, yet it is also powerful & infinite

Sirius/Sopdet/Sothis: the bright star, justice, freedom, rebirth

Zep Tepi - the time before time/no time, the awkening

Character ranking for QOTS 5x02

And with a SMOOCH 😚, the fandom went crazy.. including me lol

James Valdez: MA BOI. Did you guys see his reaction in the motel when he saw all those dead bodies and when Oksana shot that dude? I screamed!!! When has james ever flinched seeing those things? Never. 😭

Teresa Mendoza: lethal at work but soft with hubby😍

Oksana Volkova: this poor soul lol 😂 she must be so fed up with Teresa😂 love how she always backs her up though. Girl power!!

Kelly Anne Van Awken: badass queen doing a badass job. And sassy 👌

Pote Galvez: "she might not want you but she needs you" 😭😭😭😭 louder for the people in the back!

Honourable mention: Oscar Polanco. Ok i kind of like this new dude. Don't blow this up for me

Episode Rating: 9/10

Also Boaz you LITTLE SHIT. You blew up everything! I even put you on my top 5 last week!! Not cool BRO.

Well today’s the day. The day we see what is more powerful, raiding Area 51 or people staying home to play the Link’s Awkening remake

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Queen of the South (USA Network), La Reina del Sur (TV), Queen of the South, Queen of the South (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Teresa Mendoza & James Characters: Teresa Mendoza, James, Pote Galvez, Tony Parra, King George, El Santo, Kelly Ann Van Awken, Detective Loya, Guero, new characters, Charger - Character Additional Tags: Gun Violence, Queenpin, Trauma, Post Season 2, Jeresa, Drugs, Canon Divergence, Past Rape/Non-con, Road Trips, Tension, Unadressed feelings, Occassional smut Summary:

Teresa Mendoza. Fugitive. Survivor. Pure of heart. La Reina del Sur.

She was going to do things differently. Much differently. She was going to change the game, humanize it. It was one of the reasons she started her own cartel. And hell, she was good at it. Successfully running a cartel came only second to her incredible talent of survival. But in all fairness, she had never been the head of a powerful cartel before.

Can she manage to maintain her own humanity? And can she do it all by herself? Could she use someone like James?

'To come into one’s own spirituality is to reclaim our own individual power. To be constantly emotionally manipulated by an unknown force (Mainstream Media) daily is not power. Yet, it is a predicament that many of us have become entwined in. One of the key teachings in African spiritual thought is to recognise the power and potential of the mind, (The Principle of Mentalism) this acknowledgement reminds us of the importance of being mindful of the things we choose to focus on and allow into our consciousness.' To continue reading - see link in bio articles www.ancestralvoices.co.uk SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS?🤔 #ancestralvoices #racism #race #oppress #oppression #oppressed #black #blackhistory #spirituality #spirit #mentalism #mind #power #whitesupremacy #mainstreammedia #news #newstories #media #protectyourspirit #protectyourmind #focus #alchemy #witch #voodoo #witchcraft #paganism #awake #awken #liberation #helpless https://www.instagram.com/p/Bzf8GkfHAtr/?igshid=15yyka6k8apct

Grima: Humanity’s Faults Given A Physical Form

I do a lot of analysis on my Persona blog but since I’ve been deep into FEH for a while I thought I’d make a post here talking about the Fell Dragon Grima. 

I’m gonna be spoiling a lot of Fire Emblem games and even some FEH unit quotes as well so I highly recommend not progressing unless you’re at leas familiar with Binding Blade, Shadow Dragon, The Telius duoligy, Awakening and Shadows of Vallentia. 

Grima, the Fell Dragon. Such a prominent figure in Awakening. Resposible for the death of not only Chrom but indirectly the parents of the surviving children who with the aide of Naga fled to prevent the destruction of the world. But in the end, is Grima truly evil?

As we learn in Shadows of Valentia, Grima wasn’t a natural born dragon like many others you see in the series. He was created in what would become Plegia via alchemy in an attempt to create the “Ultimate life form” using Divine Dragon blood along with  with human fluids, certain herbs, and nectar, and sealed the concoction inside a vial for 40 days.

Grima, simply known as The Creation then was about as big as a human fetus and was fed the Alcemist’s blood until 80 days had past and it began to change shape, becoming less human and more dragon like.

Even then, Grima had begun to develop violent thoughts likely fed off of his creator. 

Grima is the result of experimentation and never truly wished to be created. Alm does kill the flesh body but due to the Divine Dragon blood within him, he returned now seeking to enact the rage of his existence on the gods and their followers himself utilizing the curse that the Divine Dragon blood granted him. He made a pact with a Human to try to destroy Yilsse but was thwarted by it’s first exalt who was backed by Naga herself. Destroyed once again by Falchion, his loyal followers tried to find a sutible vessel to revive him. 

And of course this Robin, but I don’t think a summary of Awkening’s events is needed. For now let’s go back to my earlier statement. Grima never wanted to exist. He was cretaed in hopes of being the ultimate lifeform but due to his creator fearing his power and seeking to kill him, he felt betrayed by a person who was by all accounts his Father. This began the Fell Dragon’s distrust in humans and their beliefs. And is why he doesn’t hesitate to fight Alm when they do battle at the depths of the Labrynth. 

In Heroes, Grima staes the following upon getting him to level 40: “ You know full well how I detest humans. They have no qualms asking for divine assistance when it meets their fickle needs... But how quick they are to shun their benefactors once they get what they desire. They become arrogant and make the same mistakes repeatedly, incapable of learning the folly of their ways. They claim their actions are for the good of others, but that's merely a show of self-indulgence. Humans are selfish. And the ugliness of mankind has turned me repulsive. It's the world that wants me to be evil. And yet you claim to need me here? Enough of your lies, worm. How dare you look at me with such a gaze. Do not dare pity me! “

It’s here that his true feelings show. He never wanted to be Evil, to be born. He wanted to live in peace after his creation but after killing his creator he was deemed dangerous and sealed away. He was feared. And he was alone. Yet after being killed only to rise again, suddenly he becomes the god to humans who backed the one he made a deal with, forcefully being brought back within Robin 1000 years later. They wanted him to be evil, to be the end of all who serve Naga. The end of the world even.

But he never asked for it. Yet humans have hurt him so much, it’s all he knows. His other quotes have him speaking like he enjoys it all. But it’s less of an enjoyment at this point, or even at all.

Grima isn’t the most sympathetic villain in the world. But a lot like Idon in Binding Blade or the split goddess in Ike’s games, they had events happen out of their control that caused it to occur.

Grima was the result of human greed and fear, and he knows it well.

Silence and Love

*Shamelessly posting this since I can't help myself*

I keep shipping weird ships...

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Meeting him was the most unlikely way to meet a prince of the high demon clan. Usually it would be within an appointment with utter and suffocating formalities but no, Mospeet had met Estarossa by having the small silver head falling from above, the older demon able to sense him and managing to catch him. He had no absolute idea how the brat, powerless and almost like a human had manage to climbe the ancient black tree of Demon realm and fell from it.

The tree was excemptionally large, probably as tall as the round Albion so if he wasn't there the brat might have broke his bones. But there he was, in his arms, small and child-like, laughing awkwardly then apologizing... and was that tiny animal in his arm a Lingrette? Did he saved that black rabbit like demon just now?

Like what he had heard, the boy was terribly different from his siblings.

He had heard about the boy but never met him, he only knew that the Second Prince was completely identical to their captain. He couldn't believe that someone who looks so the same feel so different.

It was the day that he assigned to look over the prince... eventually finding out that he was above the tree after a demon had tricked him and attempted to kill him.

The young demon wasn't obviously a stranger to the cruelty of the world.

It was just evil to place a boy who was as powerless as he was in a clan considered to be the most powerful, worse he was a son of the Demon King and stood between his excellent brothers, considered as a shame within the realm itself.

He had to admit that he couldn't believe that a being has soiled their pride, but he inevitably learned to pity the boy... and eventually care for him.

He had seen how the world revolves around the little silver head with utter darkness, judgements, eyes, words just as piercing and the experiments his father has created in hopes of awkening his magic. He had seen him almost every month in the merge of passing out once outside his father's throne room, pushed like a trash, thrown like a broken doll and he at least had the heart to care for him.

Estarossa never talked about it, about his father, the experiments, the hell he has been dealing with but instead he would just laugh about it. As if it had driven him mad, but no... he was just too used to it already.

And through caring, he got trapped by how captivating the demon was like a moth meeting its demise before a lamp.

The demon was without a doubt beautiful, he had lilac eyes while the rest have black, silver hair that no demons possess, cheerful despite life trying to drain joy out of him, intelegent because it was was what pain taught him and kind despite the fact that he was incredibly ruined.

He had disregarded the darkness, ignoring it, laughing at it, probably accepting that it's already there instead of pushing it away and it amuses him... that in this brat's powerlessness, there was a warrior who manage to deal with the things no one could ever have.

He learned to love the beauty the child possess that his flaws somehow created.

Unknown that it was just a mask, as that very mask later fell.

"Mons!" The brat had beamed, running towards the older the demon who was waiting for him. He honestly got used of the nickname that used to irritate him, it's been fifty years since he stsrted looking over the second prince, he had no choice but to get used to it.

"Stop running you'll reopen your wounds." The brat had completely ignored him, merely smiling despite all the bruises all over him and bandages stained with fresh blood. The King was indeed a perfect representation of complete evil.

"Doesn't matter." He merely responded, walking beside the demon who served as his only company for fifty years.

"You're hurt all over---"

"I'm used to it." He shrugged, completely acting different than before. Just what did the King do to him this time?

"Still---"

"Mons, it's been one hundred and fifty years since i started going through this... I'm used to it." That does not sound reassuring at all.

"The usual flames, lies, empty promises, chains, knives god... I'm used to them." His orbs widen upon hearing him, he sounds so angry.

"Esta---"

"He keeps telling that this is for me, keeps telling that he knew how much I suffered, god... shut up! You selfish annoying and powerful asshole, you never cared about me! You only cared about the shame I'm bringing you!" He was bursting like a bubble filled with hidden toxic, a bubble that used to let the wind blow him wherever he is.

"Little Estarossa calm down, what's wrong?" He couldn't believe what met his eyes just seconds later... those eyes, lilac, shining and bright were gleaming in tears. God it looks painful...

"He-he said the-the next time's going to be the last one... he said that I won't suffer anymore after it..." He sobbed, lips trembling, tears staining his bruised and flushed cheeks. The other demon frowned, confused and not understanding what he means.

"I thi-think he's go-going to kill me Mons..." He waited for death for so long, and now it was before him... death was more terrifying that it is. The King? He would kill him? His own son? Own creation? Only becausw of the shame he brings.

"I d-don't want to die... I do-don't---" Before he cluld finish another similar sentese, the older demon had pulled the boy near him, eventually carrying him like the child he should be.

"He's---"

"Shhh... just calm down." Maybe it was misunderstood, maybe he will stop the experiment from then on, maybe he means that he had given up on the hope of his darkness ever awakening.

He couldn't assure himself...

For why give up now? After a century, why now?

He treated him like a boy for it was who he's supposed to be. That chance of happiness was taken away from him, the cursed his title and status had brought him had entirely ruined him... he didn't get to be a child, simply being happy and carefree..

He did die... maybe not in the literal sense but his little Estarossa died.

He should have ran away, save him, or kill him when he had all the chances, free him from the commandment that had killed the boy he used to love so much.

It was all his fault...

So it didn't matter when his heart was crushed by the very child he used to cherish so much, by the monster he had become.

For that child's death was all his fault.

Silence and love could never be together...

The Rise of Disappointment

TROS destroyed me. I keep reading all of these long and intricate posts detailing the plot holes and disservices in JJ’s story, but I can’t stop feeling utterly hollow.

I left the theater with tears in my eyes and cried the entire way home. How could he do this to the best series in the history of movies? How could he do this to my childhood? Princess Leia? Ben Solo? My heart?

The entire plot felt rushed and so many moments felt fabricated. “You are a Palpatine.” Give me a break. The entire first half of the movie felt like the gang playing a game of “how many planets can we hit within an hours worth of screen time?” And the second half felt like “how can I fuck over the most important character in the sequel trilogy? Hmmm. Murder him and alll of his family members and then hand his family legacy, power, and surname to a nobody that JJ decided to make the ~granddaughter of palpatine~?”

The sad part? I was really enjoying the movie before the horrific ending. I was ready to move past the shitty writing, the breakneck pacing, Rey’s new origin, Hux, Rose, Lando, and the Knights of Ren’s throwaway existences, the new take on the force ghosts, and EVEN Rey’s undeserved part in destroying Sheev Palpatine. I was ready to excuse EVERY. SINGLE. FLAW.

ALL OF IT.

And then he killed my boy.

My baby.

The best part of the sequel trilogy.

The ONLY surviving Skywalker.

For what?

FOR

WHAT?!

Who benefitted from Rey getting all of the glory and Kylo’s entire BEAUTIFUL story being cast aside? He was groomed from conception, mentally abused from birth, and physically abused from adolescence.......

by PALPATINE.

Just for him to be stuck in a pit for the entire epic fight? Just for ALL OF THE JEDI to call out to REY and ignore HIM? Just for him to literally commit suicide as soon as he crawled out of said pit?

HOW IS THAT FAIR?!?!

Oh wait.

It isn’t.

This movie has left me feeling utterly depressed. It’s taken something from me that I didn’t even know how to vocalize until I got on here and read some other posts and opinions on it.

Watching a life long abuse victim lose his battle against his abuser and be forced to give up his life when the script NEVER demanded such a thing, riped me open. He was finally free of all of the agony he had felt for almost 30 entire years, and he was able to hold someone who would REALLY love him in his arms, just to have it all ripped away. What kind of message does that send to an audience? To victims? To people who saw themselves in his pain? People like me, and (I’m sure) MANY of you, who know how it feels to be hurt by someone. To be abused. Beaten down. Made to feel insignificant and invalid.

How are we supposed to feel seeing this beautiful man kept from the final battle with his demons and then immediately killed off once he is free of the pain that he has been wrestling since his lungs started taking in air? Would it have killed JJ to have let Ben and all of the people who identify with him get some sort of closure?

The final battle was PERFECTLY crafted for both Rey AND Ben to destroy the emperor once and for all. For Rey AND Ben to hear the voices of all of the Jedi (ESPECIALLY FUCKING ANAKIN). For Rey AND Ben to bring peace and balance to the galaxy. For Rey AND Ben to begin a new order of force users that disregarded the fight between good and bad.

But no. JJ decided the better plot was to let the legacy of Ben’s abuser to live on and for him to fade into nothingness along side of a “more important” protagonist. Then to let that protagonist steal his family name, commune with his loved ones, and NOT EVEN MOURN HIS DEATH.

On top of all of that, this series is my childhood, something I have made a part of my aesthetic, my personality, and my family itself. It’s something that I never thought could let me down. There were movies that I didn’t like, sure. I hate Jar Jar as much as the next guy, and I wish The Force Awkens wasn’t a carbon copy of the plot of A New Hope. But you can bet your ass I’ve seen both of them countless times and I love them as much as all of the others. You know why?? Because they are a part of my favorite story and a part of my family.

Even times when a movie has left me unfulfilled, I have paid to see it again, and I have subsequently watched it enough times to quote it, because they are a part of the narrative that I love.

I have never seen a Star Wars movie that made me feel like this. (Solo and Rogue One included.)

I have always felt like I was given a gift.

But today I feel like something was taken from me.

So, fuck you JJ.

Rot on Exegol.

TODAY I AM SATAN’S. I EMBRACE HIS HUNGERS. HIS NEEDS. HIS LUSTS. I WAS BORN TO HUNT. I AM A PREDATOR...I AM MAN AND MAN IS SUPERIOR. THE ALPHA MALE IS SUPERIOR. HIS COCK IS SUPERIOR. I WILL MAKE NO APOLOGIES, ACCEPT NO COMPROMISE, ALLOW FOR ANY MERCY REGARDING THE POWER OF MY MANHOOD! WE WERE BORN OF WARRIORS-TO BE WARRIORS......NOTHING LESS! NOW IS THE HOUR OF OUR RISING. NOW IS THE MOMENT THAT WE SHALL SEIZE OUR DESTINY IN HIM. OH SACRED LORD OF ETERNAL DARKNESS COME UNTO US AND ILLUMINATE OUR PATH. LET YOUR WARRIORS RISE IN ONE SHINNING EXAMPLE OF HIS ETERNAL BATTLE. WE EAT THE APPLE, WE DRINK THY CONSUMMATE POTION OF COSMIC FUEL THE SEED OF MAN THAT WE MIGHT DO YOUR BIDDING. TONIGHT AND EVERY NIGHT AT MIDNIGHT WE WILL AWAKEN OUR SOULS WITH THIS YOUR FERVENT PRAYER: “SATAN HOLY ONE....IN THE NAME OF DAR WE BID YOU (I bid you) AWKEN US. COME NOW INTO US SO THAT WE MIGHT BE CLEANSED AND PURGED OF THY VILE ENEMIES TRANSGRESSIONS ....LET YOUR BREATH CARESS THE SHAFT OF MY MANHOOD...ENGORGING IT WITH THE FLOW OF THE BLOOD OF MAN...EVER RISING, EVER GROWING UNTIL ALL IS CONSUMED WITHIN IT. LET OUR SEED POUR FORTH AND INOCULATE THE WORLD AGAINST THY ENEMIES. WE COME TO YOU OF OUR OWN FREE WILL. WE REJECT ALL OTHERS AS WE NOW KNEEL UNTO THE ENDLESS WILL OF YOUR SERVICE. SATAN IN THE NAME OF THE CHOSEN ONE WE BEG YOU TAKE US. HAIL ALMIGHTY SATAN...NOW AND IN ETERNAL COSMIC SEED AND LUST.” I am Dar...seek me out as Demondar666 on WICKR and you will be forever HIS!

My cousin found the metaphysical shop I sent him to today. Texted me how its his new favorite store. And is now asking me about chakras and spirit guides and sending me articles about and is texting me articles on hiw to "awken your power for indigos". He's almost 30. He's texting me like a 15 year old girl in her fluffy bunny wicca phase except the irony is that the man has been dabbling in spell casting since he was a teenager (at least the first spell he told me about was when he was a teenager). This is not some fun exciting world he's just discovering. I'm seriously tempted to ask him if he's doing drugs. He was always very much a call on Lucifer and do some blood magic while burning 20 black candles type a person. This my friends is why repression is bad. Bad. Bad. Because apparently you go insane!!!