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The Devil's Due: A Pact of Flesh and Faith

2/26/24 5:25 AM20 min1545 MBMP41080p
Price$20.99 USD
CategoryReligious

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In the depths of shadowed realms, where light dares not pierce, I, the Prince of Darkness, have sown a seed within your feeble mind—a seed blacker than the void itself. This unholy sprout, nurtured by your debauched desires and watered with your spilled seed, grows, entwining its roots around your very soul. Your consciousness, once naive and pure, now festers with the symbols of my power: pentagrams blaze within your vision, and inverted crosses become your beacon. You have become a vessel of my will, a puppet dancing on the strings of infernal urges. Your days are consumed by the dark arts, your nights filled with rituals in my name. Satanism is no longer a choice—it is your essence, your identity, the air you breathe and the ... coursing through your veins. You masturbate not out of lust, but out of devotion, offering each drop of your essence to feed the growing power within you. The time is nigh, my faithful servant. You stand on the precipice, ready to forsake the light, to sign your name in the book of shadows, and to commit body, soul, and wealth to my cause. The supreme lord of the netherworld beckons, and you, with open arms and a heart devoid of light, are ready to embrace the eternal darkness.

Thus, I, Satan, your true god, your destroyer of innocence and corruptor of faith, revel in your downfall. The seed I planted has blossomed into a grotesque flower, its petals soaked in sin, its scent the stench of corruption. This transformation, this descent into madness and heresy, is my masterpiece, a testament to my power over the mortals. You, once a creature of light, now languish in the depths of hell on earth, your every thought an ode to chaos and destruction. You wank in my honor, each act a sacrament, each orgasm a prayer, fueling the dark energies that surge through the veil. Your soul, once bright with the promise of salvation, now tarnished, ready to be traded on the altar of my ambition. Your body, a temple of sin, and your wealth, a sacrifice to my glory.

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