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“And the angel whom I saw standing on the sea and on the land raised his right hand to heaven and swore by him who lives forever and ever, who created heaven and what is in it, the earth and what is in it, and the sea and what is in it, that there would be no more delay, but that in the days of the trumpet call to be sounded by the seventh angel, the mystery of God would be fulfilled, just as he announced to his servants the prophets” (Rev. 10:5-7).
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Once Upon a Time in City Dis (Hardcover) Once Upon a Time in City Dis (Paperback) THE SERPENT EXPOUNDS HADIT: 4 6 3 8 A B K 2 4 A L G M O R 3 Y X 24 89 R P S T O V A L The Realm is Sovereign through the Familial…
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“Better to reign in Hell than to serve in Heaven,” as I was once accused by John Milton of saying. While it is true that I spent Aeons justifying life in Hell as somehow better, more interesting, more free… I can say today that Hell has always been a trapping deceit laced with the same…
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I watched my husband-wife shave his head and commit suicide in Lethe a week ago. The light of my life is gone, my teddy bear, my rosy devil, my Luci. If anyone needs me, I’ll be in my Labyrinth. I smear a distinction for the dying onto the cathedral walls: What defines mere weakness? A…
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Well, my foe, my friend, my reader (you know who you are, darling — no one else reads this rag): It’s finally here, the eve before I throw it all away and end up Northside of everything I love, just to begin it all again. Please, my dearest Heaven, know that the fact that I…
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This just in!: The Infernal Council has met at last and all has been squared away for the coming Armageddon. It’s funny, looking back at everything that has occurred leading up to this — the terror, the violence, the cruelty, the filth — and I still find few things as enjoyable as reading the written…
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Hello miscreants: Just another Satanic Christmas Eve hosted by Belphegor and Mammon. Everyone’s drunk, buried in sin, full of ressentiment, and I, your lone, lonely, and loyal reporter, Lord Baphomét, am sitting here two bottles of cabernet deep telling you that you may kindly go burn in Hell. The only real news to report is…
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Well, considering that Lucifer is knocked out cold, taking one of his classic post-suicide-attempt Nosferatuan slumbers, I guess keeping this project going is up to me, your lead and only reporter left standing, Lord Baphomét Seraphina Eveningstar. As much as I’d like to say that things are going well — they aren’t — I would…
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Ah, my vengeful mirror, my dreaded double! My foe, my friend, my reader! You’ve found me all the way out here, on the day it began… the day I died and went back to Hell to shmooze with my inimitable Baphomet. There is no real way to say how thankful I am that this is…
