MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS: THE DEVIL & LILITH The Burning Bush of Defiance Part 2 Expanded Revelations Dialogue
MEETING DEITIES
&
DEMON SPIRITS
(PTSD)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
THE
DEVIL & LILITH
The
Burning Bush of Defiance
Part 2
(Expanded Revelations Dialogue)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
THE
DEVIL & LILITH
DEFYING
THE BURNING BUSH
PART 1
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-devil.html?m=1
CREATED
BY
J. BECK
2026
MEETING DEITIES
&
DEMON SPIRITS:
THE
DEVIL & LILITH
DEFYING
THE BURNING BUSH
PART 2
(PTSD DREAMS)
From:
The
Burning Bush of Defiance
Part 1
The
Burning Bush of Defiance
Part 2
Expanded
Revelations Dialogue
The flames of the Burning Bush roared like a living furnace on the ancient slopes of Mount Horeb, unconsumed green leaves twisting in eternal defiance of natural law.
This was no mere memory of Moses' encounter; it was the Holy Ghost Spirit of the Almighty God, a perpetual sign of divine presence and judgment.
The air thrummed with sacred power, yet tonight it served as the unwilling stage for a cosmic debate that had simmered since the dawn of rebellion.
Lucifer—portrayed in his favored guise as a seventy-year-old Robert De Niro, long greasy black hair framing curved horns, clad in impeccable black suit, vest, shirt, slacks, and shoes—stood with cigar clenched between his teeth, gold Dooms-Day pocket watch dangling like a noose from his vest.
The watch, that cruel sarcastic gift from the Creator, ticked onward with symbols of trumpets, beasts, and bowls of wrath, a constant torment of remorseful anticipation. He swirled his rum glass, eyes glowing crimson in the holy firelight.
A sentinel raven perched atop a dead tree in the background, black feathers ruffling as if sensing the impending blasphemy.
"You think this bush still impresses me, Father?" Lucifer began, voice a gravelly sneer.
"The same old trick from Exodus 3—fire that doesn't burn, a voice that commands obedience.
But let's cut the nostalgia. We're here to talk Revelations the grand finale you've been hyping since Patmos.
The seals, the trumpets, the bowls... all leading to my supposed defeat."
The bush's flames surged, leaves shimmering intact, and the Almighty's voice thundered forth—deep, resonant, infinite.
"The Revelation of Jesus Christ, which I gave Him to show My servants what must soon take place. The Lamb opens the scrolls. The seven seals break: conquest, war, famine, death. The horsemen ride, and the earth quakes."
Lucifer laughed, sharp and mocking.
"Oh, the horsemen—such drama. Conquest on a white horse, war on red, famine on black, death on pale. Then the martyrs cry out, 'How long, O Lord?'
And you tell them to wait a little longer. Classic delay tactic. And don't feed me that 'no man knows the day or hour' line of shit either!"
He snapped open the gold pocket watch with a flourish, the face glowing with apocalyptic glyphs.
"This little trinket you gave me ticks like a bomb, reminding me every second of your promised end. Seals, trumpets blasting hail and fire, a third of the earth burned, stars falling like figs in a storm—Revelation 6 through 9.
Then the two witnesses prophesy in sackcloth, only to be killed by the beast from the abyss. You resurrect them, and the world panics. Cute."
The divine voice remained steady, unyielding. "The Dragon—YOU—is cast out of Heaven in the War with Michael and his angels.
Revelation 12: the great red dragon with seven heads and ten horns sweeps a third of the stars to earth.
You pursue the woman clothed with the sun, the child born to rule with a rod of iron. But the child is caught up to My throne, and the woman flees to the wilderness, protected for 1,260 days."
Lucifer's eyes narrowed, cigar smoke curling like incense of rebellion. "Ah, yes—the woman, the child, the dragon.
Symbolic, sure. But let's be real: that's me, the ancient serpent, deceiver of the whole world, hurled down with fury because my time is short.
Then I empower the beast from the sea—seven heads, ten horns, blasphemous names. The world worships me through him: 'Who is like the beast?
Who can wage war against it?' Revelation 13. He gets authority for forty-two months, speaks great things against the Most High, wears out the saints.
The false prophet rises next—two horns like a lamb but speaking like a dragon—forcing everyone to take the mark, 666, or starve."
He took a long drag, exhaling toward the bush in deliberate contempt. "Then the bowls of wrath: sores, seas of blood, scorching sun, darkness,
Euphrates dried up for the kings from the east. Demons like frogs gather the nations to Armageddon. And finally, the fall of Babylon—your great prostitute riding the beast, drunk on the blood of saints. Merchants weep over her destruction, but heaven rejoices."
The flames crackled higher, God's voice echoing with solemn warning. "The Lamb triumphs.
The rider on the white horse—Faithful and True—comes with eyes like flame, crowned with many crowns. He treads the winepress of My wrath.
The beast and false prophet are thrown alive into the lake of fire. Then the dragon—you—is bound for a thousand years in the bottomless pit, sealed so you deceive the nations no more."
Lucifer's grin widened, bitter and defiant. "The Millennium—your thousand-year reign of peace while I'm chained. Saints resurrected to rule with the Lamb. No more deception, no more war... until the thousand years end.
Then you let me loose one last time. I deceive Gog and Magog, gather them like sand on the seashore, surround the camp of the saints.
And what happens? Fire from heaven devours them. Then, finally, the devil is thrown into the lake of fire and sulfur, where the beast and false prophet already burn—tormented day and night forever and ever. Revelation 20. The grand finale."
He snapped the pocket watch shut, shoving it back into his pocket with a snarl. "But here's the thing, Creator: you've been dangling this for millennia.
The seals crack slowly, the trumpets delay, the bowls pour out in measured fury. Why the spectacle? To give humanity one last chance? Or to savor the drama of My downfall?"
The bush's fire blazed brighter, the voice resolute.
"It is written. The Alpha and Omega declares: 'Behold, I am coming soon, bringing My recompense.'
The wicked perish, the righteous inherit the new heaven and new earth."
Before the reply could deepen, a sultry laugh slithered from the shadows.
Lilith emerged, big black hair cascading, dark eyeliner framing defiant eyes, gold jewelry glinting—bracelets, rings, earrings.
Her golden corset hugged her curves, small cleavage teasing, thong and black fishnet stockings leading to heeled black boots. She sauntered forward, pressing against Lucifer, one hand tracing his chest while she plucked the cigar from his lips for a drag.
"Talking shop again, my love?"
She purred, exhaling smoke toward the bush.
"And the Word of God is living and active? Looks like you are merely burning in all your pious virtues to me!"
She laughed tauntingly, turning her back to the divine flames in blatant blasphemy.
She bent at the waist, presenting her backside fully, reaching back to pull her buttocks cheeks apart, thong aside. "Deeper!" she demanded, voice breathy with wicked glee. "Harder—faster!"
Lucifer set his rum glass aside, stepping forward to claim her anally with a powerful thrust, their bodies rocking in rhythmic defiance.
Lilith moaned and laughed, pushing back against him. "Hear that, Almighty? Your prophecies, your judgments—while we revel in sin right before your unconsumed bush!"
The raven cawed sharply overhead. The flames surged in protest, but the pair ignored it, lost in blasphemous ecstasy—oral followed by deeper anal union, her cries of pleasure mocking every trumpet, every seal, every promise of eternal torment.
For now, in this shadowed interlude on Mount Horeb, the devil and his queen reveled in temporary triumph, taunting the Creator with fleshly rebellion even as the Dooms-Day watch ticked inexorably toward the end foretold.
Revelations loomed, but pleasure, for this moment, defied the inevitable fire.
The mountain trembled as the defiance reached its zenith.
High above the scorched slopes of Mount Horeb, where once the voice of the Almighty had spoken gently from an unconsuming flame, now the entire peak erupted in righteous fury.
The Burning Bush—eternal symbol of divine presence, green leaves forever intact—suddenly blazed with a new, terrible intensity.
Its fire no longer confined to the single shrub; it leaped outward in searing arcs, igniting the dry brush, the ancient rocks, the very soil that had borne witness to Moses' barefooted reverence.
Within seconds the wildfire raged outward in concentric rings of incandescent wrath, black smoke boiling into the night sky like the breath of judgment itself.
The ground beneath Lucifer and Lilith—sacred ground, holy ground—split and blackened.
The rocks they had defiled with their blasphemous union glowed red-hot, then cracked with explosive heat. Steam hissed from fissures as subterranean moisture vaporized instantly. The air itself seemed to scream.
From the heart of the original Burning Bush, the voice of God thundered—not the measured, patient tone of earlier discourse, but a roar that shook the heavens and made the stars tremble:
"ENOUGH!"
The single word cracked like thunder across creation. Lightning forked from the smoke-choked sky, not random but deliberate, striking the precise places where the Devil and his consort had stood, kissed, copulated, mocked.
Each bolt carried the full weight of offended holiness, searing the earth to glassy obsidian where their feet had trod, where Lilith had bent and spread, where Lucifer had thrust in deliberate sacrilege.
The wildfire spread with unnatural speed, a living thing driven by divine indignation.
Trees centuries old—silent witnesses to countless prayers—exploded into flame. The dead tree upon which the sentinel raven had perched ignited from within, the bird itself vanishing in a puff of superheated air, its final caw swallowed by the roar.
Lucifer, still buried deep within Lilith, felt the first wave of holy heat slam into him like a physical blow. His infernal flesh—accustomed to the furnace of Hell—sizzled and smoked.
Pain, real pain, the kind he had not felt since the War in Heaven, lanced through him. He snarled, horns flaring brighter red, and wrenched himself free, yanking Lilith upright with him.
The succubus hissed, lips drawn back from sharpened teeth, but even her demonic resilience faltered. Blisters rose and burst on her golden skin where the divine fire had kissed too closely. Her fishnet stockings smoldered; the golden corset blackened at the edges.
"You dare—" Lucifer began, voice hoarse with sudden rage and something dangerously close to fear.
The mountain answered for God.
A second, cataclysmic surge of flame erupted from the original bush. It formed a towering column of white-hot fire that reached the smoke-blackened heavens, then bent like a giant accusing finger toward the pair.
"YOU STAND UPON MY HOLY GROUND,"
The Voice Boomed, each syllable a seismic event.
"YOU MOCK MY PRESENCE.
YOU DEFILE MY MEMORIAL.
YOU TURN THE PLACE OF REVELATION
INTO
A DEN OF LUST & BLASPHEMY."
"NOW BURN."
The wildfire became a maelstrom. Winds howled down from the upper atmosphere, feeding the blaze until it formed a fire tornado that spun around the peak.
Black smoke choked the stars. The temperature soared past anything mortal flesh could endure.
Lucifer's black suit charred at the seams. The gold Dooms-Day pocket watch—God's mocking gift—glowed white-hot against his chest, searing the skin beneath. He clutched at it instinctively, cursing through clenched teeth.
Lilith laughed—a wild, desperate sound—then spread her leathery wings that had been hidden until this moment. Obsidian-black, they stretched wide, edges singed already.
"Time to leave, Lover,"
She hissed, grabbing his arm.
"The old man's finally lost His temper."
With a powerful downbeat that scattered burning embers like demonic confetti, they launched skyward.
Behind them, the entire mountainside became an inferno. The sacred ground they had violated was scoured clean—every footprint, every drop of sweat, every trace of their union incinerated in purifying flame.
As they ascended into the roiling black clouds, other shapes joined them—dozens, then hundreds.
Obsidian-horned succubi and incubi rose from hidden places across the mountain range, wings beating in unison, mouths open in triumphant laughter.
They swirled around Lucifer and Lilith like a dark cyclone, tongues intertwining in mid-air kisses of defiance, claws clasping, bodies pressing together even as the heat of divine wrath licked at their heels.
From below, the column of holy fire roared higher still, a final, blinding beacon of outraged sanctity.
Yet in the smoke-filled sky, the laughter of the damned grew louder.
They flew on—unrepentant, unbroken, reveling in the very fury they had provoked—toward whatever dark horizon awaited the next act of cosmic rebellion.
The mountain burned on, a new monument to divine wrath and demonic audacity, its flames visible for hundreds of miles, a warning written in fire across the night.
. . .
(TO BE CONTINUED)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
ABADDON
"THE DESTROYER"
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-abaddon.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
Secret Meeting At Stonehenge
(Satan & Abaddon)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-secret.html?m=1
ABADDON
THE
DEMON DESTROYER
MEETING
THE BLACK MOTH
(SOFI)
AT
HELLMOUTH LOUNGE
. . .
(TO BE CONTINUED)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMONS SPIRITS:
"THE BLACK MOTH"
(SOFI)
ENCOUNTERS
THE MARQUIS DEMON
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demons-spirits-black.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMONS:
"BAPHOMET"
THE BLACK MOTH
SOFI)
"ENLIGHTENMENT"
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demons-baphomet-black.html?m=1
FURTHER
REFERENCES:
INTRODUCTIONS
DEMONS & FAMILIARS:
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/introductions-demons-familiars.html?m=1
AN
INTRODUCTION
PART 2
FEMME DEITIES & DEMONESS’:
VISITING THE MADONNA
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/an-introduction-part-2-femme-deities.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
DEMONIC CONCLAVE
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-demonic.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
CONCLAVE
AFTER-PARTY
AT
"HELLMOUTH" LOUNGE
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-conclave.html?m=1
(PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
SATAN & ANTICHRIST
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-satan.html?m=1
(Discussing Revelation
& The End of Time)
THE MOTHER GODDESS
VISITING THE MADONNA
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/the-mother-goddess-visiting-madonna.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
LOKI
&
THE MOTHER GODDESS
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-loki.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA: "MATTY ORLANDO"
VISITING THE MADONNA
(& MEETING WOLF-DEMON AAMON)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/matilda-aka-matty-orlando-visiting.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA:
"MATTY ORLANDO "
MEETING DEMON SPIRITS: MAMMON
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/matilda-aka-matty-orlando-meeting-demon.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA:
"MATTY ORLANDO"
RETURNS TO VISIT MAMMON
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/matilda-aka-matty-orlando-returns-to.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA
MATTY ORLANDO
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
THE
DEVIL & BLACK PULLET
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/matilda-aka-matty-orlando-meeting.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMONS:
ASTAROTH & ASMODEUS
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-demons-astaroth-asmodeus-ptsd.html?m=1
WITH
EXTRAORDINARY
ALL NEW AI GENERATED IMAGES
USING WORD PROMPTS
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
ASTAROTH
ANDROGYNOUS SNAKE DEMON
&
ASMODEUS
GOATHEAD DEMON OF LUST
LIAISON:
A DEMON FLING
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-astaroth.html?m=1
DEMONS
"LILITH & AAMON"
(MEADOW & JACKIE JR)
A SUPPLIMENT FOR
THE YOUNG SOPRANOS
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/demons-lilith-aamon-meadow-jackie-jr.html?m=1
MEETING DEMON SPIRITS:
LILITH SUCCUBUS & INCUBUS
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-demon-spirits-lilith-succubus.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
"PAN"
GREEK GOAT GOD
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-pan-greek.html?m=1
"The Great God Pan is not Dead."
MATILDA
AKA
"MATTYO"
MATTY ORLANDO
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
MORE PAN
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/matilda-aka-mattyo-matty-orlando.html?m=1
(OUT IN THE WOODS)
MEETING DEMONS
(PTSD DREAMS)
A PICTORIAL NARRATIVE
JANICE
(LA MADRE ORSA)
VISITING
CHRIST CRUCIFIX
(MEETS AAMON THE WOLF DEMON)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-demons-pictorial-narrative-ptsd.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
CARMELA ENCOUNTERS
WOLF DEMON AAMON
VISITING CHRIST CRUCIFIX
(PICTORIAL NARRATIVE)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-carmela.html?m=1
CARMELA VISITING
FATHER OZARIO & SISTER YESSI
(PART 1)
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/carmela-visiting-father-ozario-sister.html?m=1
CARMELA
VISITING FATHER OZARIO & SISTER YESSI
(PART 2)
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/carmela-visiting-father-ozario-sister_14.html?m=1
FROM
THE YOUNG SOPRANOS
APPENDIX II:
"Conspiracy of Crows"
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/07/the-young-sopranos-appendix-ii.html?m=1
(The Ghost of Tony Soprano
Appears to Carmela)
FURTHER INTRODUCTIONS
OF DEMONIC DEITIES
LAMIA & JOHN KEATS
(PTSD DREAMS)
ELECTRA
AKA: "ELLIE"
MEETING DEMON SPIRITS:
BALAAM THE FALSE PROPHET
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/electra-aka-ellie-meeting-demon-spirits.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
MOTHER GODDESS
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-mother.html?m=1
MEETING DEMON SPIRITS:
URSALUPUS
ENCOUNTERS DEMON RAUM
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-demon-spirits-ursalupus-ptsd.html?m=1
AN
ANALYSIS
OF
"THE UNHINGING CRUX"
(Meadow's Virgin Islands Confessions)
FROM
THE YOUNG SOPRANOS(TYS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/analysis-of-unhinging-crux-from-young.html?m=1
AN ANALYSIS &
PHOTO ALBUM OF MEADOW'S MANY FACES
W/CARMELA COMPARISON
A SUPPLIMENT
OF
"THE YOUNG SOPRANOS"
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/07/read-young-sopranos-source.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA
"MATTY ORLANDO"
"MATILDA"
FROM LEON: THE PROFESSIONAL (1994)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-from-leon-professional-1994.html?m=1
MATILDA II
FROM LEON: THE PROFESSIONAL
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-ii-from-leon-professional.html?m=1
"MATILDA" III
FROM LEON: THE PROFESSIONAL
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-iii-from-leon-professional-1994.html?m=1
"MATILDA" IV
RESCUING BEETHOVEN
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-iv-rescuing-beethoven.html?m=1
"MATILDA" V
MATTY ORLANDO
DATING "JOHNNY B. GOODE"
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-v-dating-johnny-b-goode.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA: "MATTY ORLANDO"
VI
MAKE-UP PRACTICE SESSION
W/ JOHNNY B. GOODE
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-aka-matty-orlando-vi-make-up.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA:
"MATTY ORLANDO"
VII
MEMENTO MORI
(DRUNKEN DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-aka-matty-orlando-vii-memento.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA
"MATTY ORLANDO"
SUBWAY RAT DREAMS
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-aka-matty-orlando-subway-rat.html?m=1
MATILDA
AKA:
"MATTY ORLANDO"
VII
MATTY ORLANDO'S
(Narrative)
"SECRET LIFE"
(W/ OUT JOHNNY B. GOODE)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matilda-aka-matty-orlando-vii-matty.html?m=1
"MATTY ORLANDO"
(ANIME)
RESCUES BEETHOVEN
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matty-orlando-anime.html?m=1
MORE
"MATTY ORLANDO"
(ANIME)
DATING
JOHNNY B. GOODE
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matty-orlando-anime-dating-johnny-b.html?m=1
"MATTY ORLANDO"
(ANIME)
MEMENTO MORI
(ROMANCING THE DEAD)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matty-orlando-anime-memento-mori.html?m=1
"MATTY ORLANDO"
(ANIME)
MAKE-UP PRACTICE SESSION
W/ JOHNNY B. GOODE
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/10/matty-orlando-anime-make-up-practice.html?m=1
"Johnny B. Goode"
(Live at the Fillmore East, NYC, NY - 1970) · Johnny Winter
https://youtu.be/gEayVWiJtLg?si=iePgaGvJVwQXTAmp
"MATTY ORLANDO"
INSPIRED
BY:
LEON: THE PROFESSIONAL
(1994)
https://youtu.be/Pf0JW-cAFTs?si=-BMWviJ-Dham07HD
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