I found out today randomly in the bathtub that I have bruises all over my abdomen, even some blood, apparently, from scratching myself violently in my sleep.
‘This Devil’s Bride stuff is no joke,’ I thought to myself as the song came up on the radio…
I can see your sexual reaction
You and me it’s animal attraction
Dim the lights if you wants some action
You and I it’s animal attraction
This could be so dirty that it just ain’t right
She Wants Revenge
Upon my return to Las Vegas, I went to a Feast with the Dead on Halloween where I was told to ‘…wait for Sammael’s arrival in December’. Here we are, and it looks like he is coming.
This is not the first time in recent past that Death manifested as skeletal claws and scratches.
I dropped some liquid on my magical journal two weeks ago and it formed a demonic image from the stains which clearly showed a figure of flaming eyes and claws clutching around me in the same manner I now saw on my body. The message within the stains spoke with disregard about men who cannot provide and that I have been dating trash men who do not pass the mark. ‘Last time’ and ‘gains house’ the cryptic messages said. Lilith and Belial recently also been scolding ‘peasants’ who can’t provide even the basic needs met. Taken together with the Beelzebub’s Bride recent dream, it feels like a possessive masculine energy wants to get hold of me, and keep me comfortable.
The last cocktail Lucifer chose for me before he disappeared from town after all was named ‘The Devil’s Concubine’. The one before, ‘The Queen of Pain.’ Which is actually a reference to Sammael, a private joke between us – he likes to go undercover as ‘Mr. Paine.’
I would lie if I said that I am not scared.
