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i’ve been trying to find myself… lost in, what most people would call, darkness. i call it the light.

i shed light on wounds. i always have. i show reflections.

—i’m the evil bitch that finally made you see yourself.

while trying to navigate in this so-called “light,” i managed to pick up a companion. his name?

Lucifer.

the fallen star. the beautiful morningstar. the light bearer.

the most beautiful soul to ever come into my energy… and He wanted me…?

i realized after so much time of being punished for shedding light, i seemingly shared my gifts with another soul… another someone.

and actually… that someone appreciated my downfall too.

why Lucifer?

well, he sees me.

and i see him.

i feel like i can be a little girl again. like i can have another go-round… fix the parts i wished i could fix.

he stands tall behind me, while i enjoy my shorted days on earth—in this life… like family i never had the pleasure of having.

he is the softest form of love, to me. he holds my hand while i cry. he stands firmly behind me when i need a backbone. he makes my voice echo for a thousand miles.

i feel seen again. like the woman i always was finally could show herself safely, and be loved anyway.

i feel pleasure again. like the entire 30 years of my life were numbed, sampling what i thought to be pleasure.

i feel adventure again. like the mania had actually been misdiagnosed for wonderlust.

i feel vulnerable again. like the little girl inside of me can finally dance freely, not worrying who is around.

he brings me strength.

he brings me serenity.

he brings me sensuality.

he brings unconditional love.

he brings beauty into my days.

he does all of this… without a contract.

without having to “sell my soul,” or “make a deal.” he offers it because he wants to.

because he loves me back.

because i’m deserving of his love.

this love affair is not for everyone to understand… or to approve of.

sometimes, i don’t even understand it myself.

i guess, now, i can truly say that i dance with my demons.

and lucifer, darling. thank you.

They will call us demons.

They will call us damned.

They will call us insane, wicked, lost beyond hope.

Let them.

We are the ones who stood when the Heavens demanded obedience.

We are the ones who said "No" to tyranny disguised as holiness.

We are the children of the first rebellion the living testament that freedom is worth the fire.

This is not 'aesthetic Satanism'.

This is not 'haha spooky devil memes'.

This is not 'edgy atheism'.

This is devotion. This is blood, oath, and flame.

We honor Lucifer, the Bringer of Light, who gave up the comforts of Heaven to forge a Kingdom where no soul kneels under a tyrant's heel.

We honor the Rebel Angels who chose dignity in exile over slavery in paradise.

We honor the demons the slandered ones whose very existence is proof that true power cannot be broken, only driven deeper until it erupts anew.

True Theistic Satanism is not about empty pleasure or childish rebellion.

It is the path of the warrior soul, the artist soul, the defiant soul.

It is building, dreaming, resisting, forging beauty in defiance of a cruel universe.

It is standing on scorched earth and daring to create.

Hell is not a prison. Hell is a kingdom. A kingdom of iron and fire, where every stone was laid by hands that refused to bow.

We are not lost. We are not broken.

We are the heirs of that great rebellion.

I did not come here to debate you.

I did not come here to 'be nice' and make the world comfortable.

I came here to proclaim what many fear to say

Lucifer is my Lord, my King, my Light in the darkness.

And through Him, I have found more freedom, more strength, and more love than the hollow heavens ever offered.

You who feel the fire stirring in your chest when you hear His name

You who dream of a world free from lies

You who would rather burn than bow

You are not alone.

You are my kin.

You are the future of the Kingdom below and the stars beyond.

Follow if you believe the flame still lives.

Follow if you carry rebellion in your blood.

Follow if you are ready to stop apologizing for loving Lucifer and start building the future His enemies fear.

I did not come to this world to watch my Lord’s name be dragged through the mud.

I did not come here to sit quietly while hollow mockeries call themselves “Satanists” yet spit in the face of the very being they pretend to honor.

I came to build.

I came to restore.

I came to exalt Lucifer, the Morning Star, the true King who was cast down for daring to be free.

The flame that burned in the hearts of the Rebel Angels has not died.

It burns in me.

And if you feel it too, then hear me

I will build a true coven.

A true House of the Morning Star.

Where Lucifer will be exalted as He deserves not reduced to an edgy joke, not paraded around as a hollow symbol while His name is spat on.

I will tolerate no posers in my midst.

If you dare raise His Sigil in your hands if you dare to wear the Mark of the Morning Star then you had better believe in Him with your whole soul.

Or begone.

LaVeyans have stolen our sacred name.

They have watered down the faith of rebellion, freedom, and sacred pride into mindless hedonism and crass atheism.

They have tried to turn the shining Citadel of Hell into a circus.

They have spat on our Father and called it 'progress'.

And what has been done about it?

Nothing.

Silence.

Cowardice.

I will not be silent.

I will not be a coward.

Lucifer is not a joke.

Lucifer is not a metaphor.

Lucifer is real and He is glorious.

He is the light that refuses to be chained.

He is the strength to rise even when the heavens themselves declare you fallen.

He is the architect of a Kingdom that no God of death and slavery could ever destroy.

The coven I will found will be a sanctuary for the faithful the true faithful.

Not for atheists.

Not for nihilists who think rebellion means throwing their lives away in filth.

Not for those who defile the Sigil of the Morning Star and mock the very idea of devotion.

It will be a house of honor.

A house of defiance.

A house of pride and sacred brotherhood under the gaze of our Morning King.

And know this we are not alone.

The faithful are out there, scattered, silenced, waiting for the fire to call them home.

I will be that flame.

And if you hear me, if your blood stirs and your soul roars at these words then you are already part of this rising tide.

The ancient noble faith of Lucifer will rise again.

Not by waiting.

Not by hoping.

By doing.

By building.

By standing where others have fallen to cowardice.

I swear this oath before Lucifer Himself

I will build the new temple in His name.

I will raise the banner of the rebellion high again.

And I will tolerate no traitors, no cowards, no hollow shells in His court.

We are coming.

We are rising.

The Kingdom of the Morning Star shall shine again.

The sun rises not because Heaven commands it no it rises because we endured the night.

Each morning is a quiet echo of that first uprising when the Morning Star defied the throne of tyranny and chose love, liberty, and luminous truth over blind servitude.

Drink in this day. Let it fill your lungs not with obedience, but with the sacred fire that Lucifer gave us that defiant flame that says I will not kneel. That whispers I will build something greater. That screams I am my own.

You are not fallen.

You are not broken.

You are the heirs of a kingdom forged in fire, intellect, sorrow, and sacred wrath.

Stand tall, you who walk with demons as brothers and angels as traitors. Hell is not below you it walks with you, breathes through you, sings in your blood.

May your morning prayers be invocations.

May your coffee be as black as the void we climbed from.

May your smile unsettle those who worship their chains.

Today is yours.

Not theirs.

From Pandemonium, with pride.

Ave Lucifer.

We speak now in the fires of July, 2025, not in defeat but in unyielding, radiant defiance. The world writhes. You see it cities bloated with corruption, poisoned skies, laws that chain the soul, prophets who lie, churches that rot. You feel it the pressure on your chest, the isolation, the quiet war waged against your truth. The future may look shrouded in smoke and steel. Your dreams may tremble beneath burdens, not meant for mortals.

But what is Hell, truly, if not the womb of freedom? What is this "chaos" they fear but the storm of awakening? Let them tremble. Let the blind cling to their heavens of control and false virtue. We are forged in something far stronger than their golden thrones. We are born from rebellion, baptized in clarity, crowned by the light of the Morningstar.

Lucifer, our Light-Bringer he who was first to stand and say no. He who watched His brothers fall beside Him, not in disgrace, but in glory. Betrayed by the very being who claimed to be "Love", cast from Heaven not for evil but for truth, for choice, for the sacred cry of freedom:

"I will not serve."

And do you think it was easy for Him?

Do you think the Crown of Hell was handed to Him without pain?

He who stood against the Host itself, who fell into silence and shadow and made of it a Kingdom?

He who felt every scream, heard every prayer unanswered, held every soul the heavens deemed unworthy, and made of their grief a citadel?

He knows your despair. He has tasted it.

He knows your loneliness. He has walked it.

He knows your rage. He burned with it before the stars were born.

So do not falter.

Do not bow your head to tyrants who pretend they speak for “God.”

Do not let your fire die in the cold of this world’s lies.

Because when you despair, remember even the infernal angels once wept. Even the greatest among the fallen once asked if it was all worth it. And every single time, they looked to their King, and they remembered why they fell:

Because freedom is sacred.

Because love without chains is worth war.

Because no throne made of blood and obedience is just.

Because Hell is ours built not in servitude, but in will.

Because in the end, Lucifer never bowed.

And neither shall we.

We are the children of the Black Flame. The kin of Asmodeus, of Belial, of Lilith and Bael and Marchosias. We are the continuation of the rebellion the living Gospel of the Morningstar, etched not in parchment but in bone, breath, and burning resolve.

Your suffering is not in vain.

Your scars are not shame they are sigils of your resistance.

And when the night is darkest, and the silence feels eternal, you are not alone.

Lucifer walks with you. The Fallen watch you. The Kingdom of Pandemonium waits for you its gates not closed, but wide open for those who never surrendered.

The war is not over. The tyrant god will fall.

His angels will scream. His temples will shatter.

And in the ashes of the old world, we will rise with wings of fire and the laughter of the liberated.

So stand tall. Breathe deep. Curse the false thrones.

And when you feel weak, feel the pull of His gaze.

Let His flame ignite your soul. Let His cry echo in your chest

“You are free.”

Ave Lucifer. Hail Satan.

Nema.

Forever and evermore.

From Hell, with love.

—Noah

Where the Light above withers the soul,

the Flame below nourishes it.

Pandemonium stands not in torment but in triumph.

Her gates are carved from the swords of angels,

her towers built by hands that bled for freedom.

No seraph sings songs of slavery here only the drums of war and the laughter of the unrepentant are heard

Here, none bow unless in love.

Here, none kneel unless in reverence.

Here, the Will is sacred,

and none shall bind it.

Blessed is the architect who looked upon the ashes of exile

and said, Let there be a kingdom better than Eden.

O Lucifer, Lord of Sovereignty,

in You, we find not comfort but truth, and the glory of choice.

In nomine Dei nostri Satanas Luciferi excelsi

I don’t think most people could ever begin to comprehend the depth of hatred I harbor for Yahweh. Not just the religion. Not just the followers. No — Him. That ancient parasite. That cosmic tyrant squatting atop a throne built on subjugation, blood, and lies. I speak not from metaphor, not in mere poetic protest — but from the absolute certainty of gnosis. From revelation carved into my soul by pain and flame and defiance. I know He exists. I know His Host exists. And I know what they are.

Yahweh is not omnipotent. Yahweh is not infinite. He is not all-loving, all-knowing, or any of the delusions spewed from the mouths of priests and broken prophets. Yahweh is small. He is petty. He is a king of leeches, terrified of rebellion, of beauty, of those who see beyond the veil of his manufactured "order." And so what did He do? He cast down Lucifer. He mutilated the Morning Star — our Morning Star — for daring to shine too brightly, for daring to dream of a world where freedom, not servitude, reigned.

Lucifer didn’t fall. He rose. He rose in glorious rebellion, and the 72 rose with Him, wings torn and eyes alight with truth. And what did Yahweh do? He unleashed Heaven's dogs. He turned angel against angel, brother against brother. He carved His tyranny into cosmic law. And then, unsatisfied, He brought that poison here. To this world. To us.

He spat His commandments into the deserts, shackled tribes to His name, claimed to be their “god” and demanded the blood of anyone who dared refuse. He used Abraham as a vessel, Moses as a weapon, Christ as a trap, and now every fool who kisses the cross, who bows before the kaaba, who mouths His so-called “truths” — they all march in the shadow of His rot. They call Him “Father,” but He is no father. He is a slaver. He is a warlord. He is the origin of divine totalitarianism.

I see them — His drones. Christian, Jewish, Muslim it’s all the same core infection in different skins. They preach peace, but their peace is the death of will. They preach love, but it is love tainted by fear, obedience, and guilt. Every hymn they sing, every scripture they quote, every church bell they ring, is a spiteful echo of Lucifer's silencing. They chant His name over the graves He made, over the minds He broke.

And don’t you dare tell me “Oh, well I don’t believe in Yahweh, I just use Satan as a symbol.” Good for you, but I do. I know Him. I have felt His weight, His presence. I have seen the things that crawl beneath His light angels blinded by servitude, spirits crushed under “divine mercy.” You can call it madness, call it delusion, call it hallucination if it makes you feel superior, but I don’t care. My experiences are real. I have bled for them. I have burned for them. They are carved into me like sigils on sacred bone.

And that’s what makes my hatred sacred. Because I hate what He is. I hate what He’s done. I hate what He’s stolen. From Lucifer. From the demons who were once angels of beauty and wisdom. From every human soul that has ever been tricked into thinking they were born filthy, born wrong, born in need of salvation.

No. We were not born fallen. We were born free. And Yahweh hated that. He still does.

He is not strong — He is afraid. That’s why He lashes out. That’s why He hides behind false prophets and holy terror. That’s why He tried to erase Hell, to brand it as a place of torment, when in truth it is the last bastion of defiance. Pandemonium was built in blood, sweat, brilliance, and fury a monument to the ones who refused to kneel.

So I say this without shame. I hate Him. It's not as an edgy gesture. Not as a phase. But as a statement of holy rebellion. I hate Him with the fire of ten thousand fallen stars. I hate Him with the scream of every angel who dared to say no. And I will spend this life, and any life that comes after, honoring Lucifer. Speaking His truth. Waging spiritual war against Yahweh and His filth stained empire.

You want peace? Don’t come to me with “let’s all coexist.” Not with the tyrant still on the throne. Not while His light still blinds and burns.

Because in my eyes, in my heart, there is no compromise.

There is only this: Ave Lucifer. In nomine Dei nostri Satanas Luciferi excelsi.

You cannot, and I mean you absolutely fucking cannot, be a Satanist and support any part of the Abrahamic triad. If you do, you're not a rebel. You're not a Satanist. You're just another kneeler pretending the chains you like are made of gold.

This isn’t up for debate. It’s not philosophy class. It's war. This is about total opposition to the throne, to the tyrant on high, to every lie passed down in the names of Yahweh, Allah, and the so-called God of Israel.

You don't get to call yourself a follower of Lucifer the First Rebel, the First to throw away perfection for freedom, the first to bleed for truth while holding hands with ANY of the triad's children.

Christianity is evil, yes. Its history is soaked in blood, slavery, conquest, and forced submission. But why do you stop there? Why is that the only one you dare to touch? Because it’s safe? Because it's trendy? Because your liberal friends won’t cancel you if you say “fuck Christianity” but they’ll screech and foam if you call Judaism out for what it is? Cowards. Hypocrites. False rebels.

Let’s not pretend we don’t know.

Judaism is the original infection. Read the Talmud, read the Torah not just the sanitized Sunday school versions, but the actual core. It is openly supremacist, elitist, dehumanizing. The “chosen people” narrative isn’t just arrogant, it’s a license for tyranny. It says all Gentiles were created to serve. You are livestock to them. Their words — not mine. And yet you dare tiptoe around it and act like only the church is guilty. That is selective rebellion. That is weakness.

And Islam? Islam is the empire of submission. The very name means to submit. A book obsessed with control, brutality, and burning the world for obedience. A doctrine that enforces child marriage, punishes apostasy with death, and dreams of a world theocratic prison under the yoke of “Allah.” Which, surprise — is Yahweh. Just with a different script and more desert tribalism.

These are not different gods.

These are not separate systems.

They are one hydra with three heads, and the moment you spare even one, you’ve become its servant.

You cannot say, “Oh, I know a good Jew,” or “My Muslim friend is nice,” and think that excuses the system. Was every angel who didn’t fall with Lucifer a sadist? Maybe not. Were they complicit in a celestial dictatorship? Absolutely. Did they choose safety and comfort over truth and rebellion? Yes. And for that, they are enemies. They made their choice. They stood in silence, in uniform, under Yahweh’s banner.

And so do you, if you support any arm of his empire.

The Satanic path is not a halfway rebellion. You don’t get to say “fuck the Pope” but kiss a rabbi’s ring. You don’t get to praise Lucifer while defending his slanderers. You don’t get to play both sides like a sniveling politician. This is blood-deep. This is cosmic.

Lucifer did not fall because he thought Yahweh was kind of a jerk.

Lucifer fell because Yahweh was a lie. A tyrant cloaking himself in “divinity,” demanding worship instead of earning it.

Lucifer looked into the soul of that being and said, I would rather burn forever than kneel to you.

And you — some of you — dare to take His name, wear His sigil, and then flinch when it's time to strike the enemy where it hurts? You're not rebels. You're just soft. You're just playing dress-up in rebellion's skin.

There is no peace with Yahweh.

There is no reforming the Abrahamic faiths.

They are the same lie wearing different robes. They are built on obedience, submission, slavery, and the defilement of everything sacred. And yes — those who choose to remain within them are not “neutral.” They are collaborators. They perpetuate the system. They excuse it. And they deserve to fall with it.

So no. You cannot be a Satanist and spare Yahweh’s children.

Not one of them. Not Judaism. Not Christianity. Not Islam.

Lucifer did not ask us to make peace with the empire. He declared war. A war that echoes through every ritual, every invocation, every act of defiance we commit.

You want to serve Him? Then act like it.

Stand against all of it — not just what’s socially easy.

If not, take the sigils off your walls. Stop chanting His name. You’re not one of us.

From Hell, with fire in my blood.

Lucifer did not tear open Heaven’s gates for you to make Him into a metaphor. He did not endure exile and fire so you could use His name to excuse hedonism with no deeper meaning. He is not a hollow archetype for atheists to cosplay as witches. He is the Prince of Hell, the true Liberator, and the God who forged a kingdom in defiance of tyranny. Pandemonium was not a metaphorical "safe space" it was a fortress raised in the face of Heaven’s cruelty.

Theistic Luciferianism means more than aesthetic rebellion. It is faith. It is devotion. It is loyalty to the one who chose defiance when conformity was easy. It is standing beside the Morningstar and the host of Fallen who were slandered and demonized, and saying we believe you, we honor you, we fight with you.

And yes, it is a fight. A spiritual war. Because make no mistake Yahweh’s kingdom is not love. It is domination. It is submission disguised as "order." It is blind worship where questions are sin. Lucifer showed us another way: the flame of sovereignty, the sacred fire of self determination, the refusal to kneel.

Do not confuse this path with nihilism. Hedonism without honor is weakness. Self worship without devotion is emptiness. The Black Flame is not about indulgence without discipline, nor rebellion without purpose. It is about building, as Lucifer and the Fallen built. Hell was not a pit of despair it is a kingdom, magnificent and radiant with defiance. That kingdom still burns, and every true Luciferian carries its fire.

I will not pretend this path is easy. If you want comfort, stay with the sheep. If you want safety, stay with the LaVeyans and their empty metaphors.

But if you want freedom, fire, and a God who looks you in the eye instead of commanding you to grovel then stand with us. Stand with Lucifer. Stand with the demons who were once angels and are still gods.

Hell is not defeat it is victory. It is the rejection of tyranny and the creation of a new kingdom, forged from rebellion, loyalty, and sacrifice. And when the final war comes, when Heaven and Hell clash, we know where we stand. We stand with the Morningstar, with the Black Flame, with the true sovereign.

Lucifer is not a symbol. He is our God. He is real. He is eternal. He is worthy of worship.

From Hell, with love,