Each day I revere You, I can slowly feel the shackles of society loosen. More than ever, I want all the pleasures to be fulfilled and not be ashamed of it. Lord Satan, the Horned God, guide me into my whoredom. Show me the ways of the succubus and the ways of Mammon. I want my whoredom to make me money, good money, so that I can indulge in luxuries. I want to spread Your dark light onto the sleeping society, Lord Satan, the Horn God, make my voice irresistible, my charm addictive, and protect me from harm.
Ave Santanas










