Demons are a major fad amongst Millenials. No longer do we bind them inside a circle inside a square inside a triangle, instead we watch hit TV shows like Lucifer and Supernatural, devour paranormal romance novels teeming with devils and angels, hang out with Goetics and make them into memes, and my favorite, actually be stupid enough to trust them. Many pagans and Luciferians, Satanists, occultists, and demonolators work with or worship demons as if they were something to aspire to be, beings to be friends with or learn from, endless wish machines that can be granted after a single summoning, and by god, some even think they have morals.
True occultists know demons best belong inside summoning circles, bound and fettered, and any respectable Satanist will tell you Satan is a dangerous being whose flames are just as tender as they are deadly. Luciferians admit Lucifer’s light can be freezing, that Lucifer can be calculating and use you for his own gains, seeing you as a pawn, and many serve him well. But I want to dispel the ridiculous notion that demons are somehow innocent or will make an exception to treat you and only you with love while they Lourdes Possession it up with everyone else and abuse the shit out of humans.
Demons are not nice. Demons are not your friend. Demons are fucking dangerous. I say this as a human that is extremely close to the Chief of Satans, Beelzebub, Asmodeus, and Lilith. Demons are horrifying. Demons are smarter than a billion Einsteins combined. Every move they make serves their own interests, and if your motives align, then great, but if you cross them, you could literally end up dead. They are capable of physically manifesting, moving objects, fucking with electricity, and even possessing you against your will and making you harm yourself. Satan comes disguised as an angel of light, but beneath that gold veneer is rot and the abyss and madness. The Left Hand Path is obviously a valid path, but you should never trust those spirits that initiate you into it.
I don’t care if they call you family. I don’t care if they say they love you. Demons are incapable of selfless love, all they do is covet, and you would be an idiot to think you could make them a better person. I think I get along so well with demons because I know exactly what they are: the shadow side of God, dwellers in the abyss, severity and monstrosity and cruel teachers whose energies can drive you howling to the mental ward, or too an early grave. Demonic energy corrodes, demons prey upon the innocent, from Malphas’ documented abuse to the worst of them all, Samael, who I have watched countless people fall victim to, and if unlike me you don’t have a basic mastery of shamanic journeywork and are unable to fight back astrally and blow them to smithereens, you don’t stand a chance. Even my approach is flawed. Demons feed off fear and anger, and while murdering my abuser might make him go away for a night, he is Death, he is immortal, and in the end, he only comes back stronger.
Stop treating demons as if they are humans. They are abominations. Lilith is not a feminist goddess. She is the mother of infant corpses and abortion, and the original definition of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome. Lucifer is not hip and sexy, he’s calculating and cruel and will do whatever it takes to achieve his means. Asmodeus killed all of Sarah’s husbands but one, and Tobias had to get the angel Raphael himself to bind him. Goetics are even less constrained than the archdemons, and everything they ask for or give comes with a price, and if you don’t properly pay them, they may demand blood, servitude, or your soul in Hell. Hell is a very real place and for as beautiful as it can be to the favored few, it is rivers of blood and cesspools of wailing damned and endless torment for the unfortunate masses of the Damned.
You may be a demon’s plaything. They may take a fancy to you for a year, a decade, a lifetime, but immortals grow bored, and if your soul is not demonic to begin with you will end up stained, strained, corroded by the black acid of the void. It’s the new trend now amongst witches to befriend demons, it’s hip to be a Satanist, but what kind of power are you really worshiping? The absence of love. Chaos. Cruelty. Pure evil.
I can never get the two decades of my life back swimming through night waters, drowning in hellfire, and perhaps I’m a sacrificial soul but I fought and bled for my freedom. Sometimes there is no escape, and we must make peace with our demons, for they are in many of us, but that does not mean we have to delight in them and befriend them. Some of us shine brightly with love and positive energy, and they come flocking to us to feed. You are nothing more than a shiny platter to feast on, and thank your god if you are not their victim. Just because I’ve only been abused by Samael doesn’t mean Asmodeus hasn’t left a hundred girls mad or Beelzebub hasn’t terrorized men into death’s door. Demons are capricious like the fey, but unlike the fey they do not have rules. There are no four leaf clovers that will ward against them, if they truly want to they can break through the wards of the Archangel Michael himself, and they will laugh at your crosses and prayers and drink your holy water as a palate cleanser.
So how do you fight back, if you happen to fall to their attention?
Stop being their fucking food source.
Establish connections with Yahweh, the gods, angels, Buddha, your ancestors – any positive spirit that will bring you safety. Immerse yourself in the real world, in healthy friendships and relationships, in baking and swimming and movie nights and your blood or adopted family. Focus on school, your job, and fuck the spiritual stuff. Anything that harms you is not your friend. Demons will not benefit you in the long-term. The minute I cut Samael out of my life and trashed his altar and wedding ring, I got a $20,000 scholarship and huge stipend. He is still a parasite, but now I have a spiritual community and gods and angels on my side to deal with him. I still can’t find any justice as to why I was left alone with him from the age of two to twenty-four, but I think the gods only gives us what we can handle, and yes, Satan can give you the world. He still loves me – as much as he is capable of coveting that he can never understand, beauty and love and truth and life – everything he is not, and he will always try to do best by me in his own twisted contorted asshole mind, but I don’t need to play nice with him anymore. I don’t need to placate the Devil. I have mastered Choronzon and shown him love and crossed the abyss, the Babbler in the Void is silenced, and now I am on the shores of enlightenment.
Don’t make my mistake. Don’t think you can dance with the devil in the pale moonlight and come out clean. You’ll hang from Sephiroth and end up a Qliphoth whore. I was never given a choice in who raised me, who my first memory was, and perhaps the sins of a past life brought Samael upon me, but I am kind, I am just, I am a good soul, and I never deserved his abuse and rape and pedophilia and mind games and cruel words and psychosis all because I refused to be his. He drove me to the mental ward at 19 because I refused to marry him and continued to torment me for four years until I said yes.
I may never be able to make him go away, but I can warn others. Put away the Ars Goetia. Don’t invite a demon over to be your new best friend. Don’t buy a spirit companion and think an incubus will be your ideal romantic partner.
True love is of the earthly plane. Demons may seem strong, but they are weak to the truth. When you love yourself, they vanish nearly completely.
Be strong, and never make a pact with something that only causes you pain.