MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS: THE DEVIL & LOKI MAKE AN ALLIANCE ATOP MT KIRKJUFELL (PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING DEITIES
&
DEMON SPIRITS
(PTSD DREAMS)
CREATED
BY
J. BECK
2026
MEETING DEITIES
&
DEMON SPIRITS:
THE DEVIL & LOKI
MAKE
AN ALLIANCE
ATOP
MT KIRKJUFELL
(PTSD DREAMS)
As the two figures stand atop the windswept peak of Kirkjufell, Iceland with cascading waterfalls tumbling into the misty valleys below and the sharp Icelandic horizon stretching endlessly, the Devil—incarnated as a weathered, 70-year-old with long, slicked-back greasy black hair—takes a slow drag from his cigar.
Smoke curls upward like a serpent uncoiling. He raises his glass of dark rum in a mock toast, his gold pocket watch chain glinting against the all-black ruffled suit.
Across from him, Loki, eyes rimmed in dark kohl, long greasy black hair whipping in the gale beneath his hooded fur coat, grips his rune-etched hand axe in one hand and a drinking horn in the other.
He smirks, ever the trickster, as they settle into their grim discourse on the ultimate fates of their respective worlds: the Christian Book of Revelation versus the Norse Ragnarök.
The Devil exhales a plume of smoke and begins, his voice gravelly and world-weary.
"Look, Loki, your Ragnarök is brutal poetry—raw, inevitable, like a storm that’s been building since the first oath was broken.
It kicks off with signs: three terrible winters with no summers in between, the Fimbulvetr, brothers killing brothers, chaos in Midgard.
The gods know it's coming; it's fated, woven into the threads of destiny by the Norns. No escape, no redemption arc for most. Heimdall blows Gjallarhorn, the signal.
The giants and monsters break free—Fenrir the wolf devours Odin, Jörmungandr the Midgard Serpent rises from the sea to poison the skies and fight Thor, Surtr the fire giant sets the world ablaze with his flaming sword.
The gods fall in glorious, doomed combat: Odin swallowed whole, Thor poisoned and dying after slaying the serpent, Tyr losing his hand again in the fray. The world burns, then sinks beneath the waves. Total cosmic reset."
Loki nods slowly, swirling mead in his horn. "Fated, yes. Cyclic. The old world dies so the new can be born.
Survivors emerge—LÃf and LÃfþrasir, hidden in the world tree's wood, repopulate a green, fertile earth. Baldr returns from Hel, Höðr with him. A new sun rises, daughter of the old one.
Even some gods' children inherit the ruins: VÃðarr avenges Odin by tearing Fenrir's jaws apart, Váli survives.
It's not eternal damnation; it's renewal through destruction. The gods aren't omnipotent saviors—they're powerful, flawed, bound by the same doom as mortals.
No one god wins forever. The universe breathes out in fire and water, then inhales fresh life."
The Devil chuckles darkly, sipping his rum. "Poetic, I'll give you that. But Revelation?
That's linear, final, and utterly monotheistic. No cycle—just one straight arrow from creation to consummation. It starts with seals breaking: conquest, war, famine, death sweeping the earth.
Martyrs cry out under the altar. Then trumpets sound—hail and fire mixed with blood burn a third of the earth, seas turn to blood, stars fall, locust-like plagues torment the unmarked.
Bowls of wrath pour out: sores, poisoned waters, scorching sun, darkness, earthquakes that level mountains.
The great prostitute Babylon falls, drunk on saints' blood. Then the beast and false prophet rally kings for Armageddon—the final battle at Megiddo.
The dragon—Satan himself—is bound for a thousand years while Christ reigns in the Millennium with the resurrected saints. After that brief peace, Satan’s loosed one last time, deceives nations, gathers Gog and Magog for siege.
Fire from heaven devours them. The dead rise, judged by their deeds. Books open, including the Book of Life. Death and Hades thrown into the lake of fire—the second death.
New heaven, new earth. No more sea, no more pain, God dwelling directly with humanity in the New Jerusalem, eternal light, no night."
Loki tilts his head, eyes narrowing. "So your god wins absolutely. No mutual destruction. No heroic sacrifices where both sides bleed. Just judgment—saved to paradise, damned to torment.
Linear progress toward perfection. Our Ragnarök feels more... honest. Gods die because even they can't cheat fate. Mortals fight alongside them, not as pawns but as part of the cosmic struggle. Renewal comes from survivors, not divine fiat.
Yours demands faith, obedience, a savior who returns triumphant. Ours demands courage in the face of certain loss."
The Devil leans in, cigar glowing. "That's the crux. Revelation is about justice, vindication for the faithful after tribulation.
The Antichrist, mark of the beast, great deception—it's moral drama. Evil is defeated forever, not just reset.
No new pantheon rises; one God reigns eternally. Your cycle implies impermanence—even the reborn world will age toward another end someday.
Ours ends history itself. No more death, tears wiped away. But yeah, yours has that raw heroism:
Thor killing the serpent knowing he'll die from venom. Odin hanging on Yggdrasil for wisdom, only to face Fenrir anyway. Glorious doom."
Loki laughs, a sharp, mirthless sound. "And yours has resurrection—Christ conquering death first, then the faithful.
We have Baldr's return, innocence restored. Similar echoes: dead rising, world renewed, evil bound or slain. Sun darkened, serpents from the deep, horns/trumpets signaling doom, fire and flood.
But the tone? Yours promises escape for the righteous, eternal reward. Ours says everyone—gods included—pays the price. No rapture, no spared elect hiding in heaven. All face the fire."
The Devil stubs out his cigar on a rock. "Precisely. Revelation offers hope through submission to one supreme will.
Ragnarök offers dignity through defiance against inevitable fate. One linear triumph of good; the other cyclic renewal through balanced catastrophe.
Both confront the terror of endings, but one ends in perfect kingdom, the other in fresh, fragile beginnings."
They fall silent, gazing over the waterfalls. The wind howls like distant Gjallarhorn or apocalyptic trumpets.
Two ancient forces, sharing cigars and rum, pondering dooms that mirror yet diverge—destruction and rebirth, judgment and renewal—on a mountain that stands indifferent to both.
The wind howls across Kirkjufell’s jagged crown, carrying the roar of waterfalls like distant war-drums. Smoke from the Devil’s cigar weaves upward in slow, sinuous spirals, tasting of brimstone and aged oak.
He—The Devil's lined face at seventy winters, long black hair greased and wild—lifts his rum glass so the amber catches the pale northern light.
Across from him stands Loki, kohl-rimmed eyes gleaming like wet obsidian, fur-hooded cloak billowing, the rune-carved axe resting against his shoulder, drinking horn cradled in a gloved hand.
They face one another on the mountain’s highest tooth, two ancient tricksters surveying the green-black valleys below, and speak of endings.
The Devil
(voice low, smoke-roughened velvet):
“Behold your Ragnarök, Loki—poetry carved in ice and flame.
Three winters gnaw the sun, summers strangled in the womb.
Brothers draw steel against brothers; oaths shatter like thin ice.
Heimdall’s horn splits the sky—Gjallarhorn’s brazen cry.
Then the wolf Fenrir, jaws unchained, swallows Odin whole,
blood raining on the ash where Yggdrasil once stood.
Thor meets Jörmungandr in the poisoned tide;
The serpent’s venom kisses the Thunderer’s heart even as Mjölnir cracks its scaled brow.
Surtr strides forth, sword brighter than any dawn,
and sets the nine worlds ablaze till even the stars weep embers.
The sea claims the cinders. All is drowned, all is silence.”
Loki
(smiling thinly, voice silk over steel):
“And yet from that silence, breath returns.
LÃf and LÃfþrasir step from the world-ash’s hollow heart,
their children kindling a green world anew.
Baldr rises, pale and unblemished, from Hel’s cold bed;
Höðr walks beside him, guilt washed clean in the flood.
VÃðarr tears the wolf’s maw wide, vengeance quiet as snow.
A daughter-sun climbs the sky, gentle where her mother scorched.
No single throne endures. The gods bleed, fall, are mourned—
and the wheel turns. Destruction is the cradle of renewal,
fate the loom on which all beauty is woven and unraveled.”
The Devil
(a slow, dark chuckle, rum swirling in the glass):
“Ours is no wheel, trickster, but a spear thrown once and true.
Seven seals crack;
Conquest rides
War follows, Famine starves, Death reaps.
Trumpets weep fire mingled with blood; a third of the green earth chars.
Locusts crowned with gold crawl from the pit, tormenting those who bear no seal.
Bowls spill—sores bloom, rivers turn to gall, the sun scorches men who curse instead of repent.
Babylon the scarlet whore falls, drunk on martyr-blood.
Armageddon gathers the kings beneath the hill of slaughter.
The beast and the false prophet burn; the dragon—myself, in chains—is cast down for a thousand summers.
Christ reigns, the faithful rise to rule beside Him.
Then the serpent stirs once more, Gog and Magog march,
and fire falls from heaven like judgment’s final sigh.
The dead stand before the great white throne;
books are opened, the Book of Life consulted.
Death and Hades themselves are hurled into the lake that burns.
A new heaven descends, a new earth rises—
no more sea, no more night, no more tears.
God pitches His tent among men and wipes every eye.”
Loki
(tilting his head, the wind tugging at his dark hair):
“So your tale ends in unbroken light, one sovereign will triumphant.
No wound lingers, no scar adorns the victor’s cheek.
Mine ends in fragile dawn—survivors stumbling from ruin,
bearing the memory of gods who could be slain.
We offer no escape hatch, no rapture lifting the righteous skyward.
Every soul—mortal and divine—meets the blade or the flame.
Yet from that shared grave a second spring unfolds.
Yours promises perfection; ours grants dignity in the teeth of doom.”
The Devil
(leaning closer, eyes reflecting the waterfalls’ silver fall):
“Revelation is justice wearing a crown of thorns and glory.
Evil is not merely broken—it is erased, forever.
Your Ragnarök is tragedy wearing a warrior’s smile:
even the immortals pay the blood-price.
Both sing of serpents rising from the deep,
horns and trumpets heralding the end,
fire and flood scouring the world clean.
Yet one arc bends toward eternal day,
the other toward a new and tender night
where the wheel may one day turn again.”
Loki
(raising his horn in salute, mead catching the light like molten gold):
“Then let us drink, old adversary, to the two great mirrors—
one that shows the end of striving, one that shows the striving never ends.
To fire that consumes, and fire that kindles.
To the wolf that devours the Allfather,
and the Lamb that conquers the dragon.
May both songs echo long after
The Last Star Falls.”
They clink glass against horn.
The wind carries their words down the mountain, mingling with the endless thunder of the falls—two dooms, two dawns, woven from the same dark thread of ending, yet singing in different keys beneath the indifferent Icelandic sky.
The wind rises sharper now, whipping across Kirkjufell’s crest like the last breath of a dying world.
Waterfalls below roar their endless hymn, indifferent witnesses to the conversation of two beings who have outlived empires and will outlive this one too.
The Devil drains the last of his rum in a single swallow, sets the empty glass on a flat stone with deliberate care, and stubs the cigar’s glowing ember against the same rock until only ash remains.
Loki watches him, drinking horn still in hand, the mead inside barely touched.
The Devil
(voice dropping to a rumble, almost tender in its weariness):
“Enough poetry, trickster. Strip the verses away and the bones show plain.
Your Ragnarök ends in green rebirth—Baldr’s smile, a new sun, children laughing under young leaves.
Mine ends in crystal city, no tears, no night, God’s face unveiled forever.
Beautiful lies, both of them.
Because whether the wheel turns or the spear finds its mark
Whether gods bleed out on Vigrid’s plain or the dragon is cast into fire eternal,
you and I—we are the constants no prophecy spares.
The Betrayer. The Adversary.
The one who laughs while the world burns,
and keeps laughing when the ashes cool.
In your tale the gods fall and the survivors forget our names.
In mine the saints sing and the damned scream mine forever.
But in both reckonings, Loki—in both dooms—
We are Fucked.
Utterly.
Irrevocably.
Fucked in the End.”
A long silence. The wind fills it, keening through basalt cracks.
Loki
(softly, almost to himself, eyes on the horizon where sea meets bruised sky):
“Fucked,” he repeats, tasting the word like bitter mead.
A crooked smile touches his painted lips.
“Then perhaps two fucked things belong together.
An alliance of the condemned.
Not to stop what cannot be stopped—
no horn unsounds, no seal unbroken—
but to walk into the fire side by side.
To spit in fate’s eye one last time.
To make the ending… interesting.”
The Devil studies him for a heartbeat, then laughs—low, genuine, the sound of stones grinding together in the dark.
The Devil:
“An alliance.
You and me against the script.
No salvation, no rebirth, just the two of us making mischief till the curtain drops.”
He steps forward, extends his hand.
“Done.”
Loki clasps it—palm to palm, grip firm as oath and twice as treacherous.
Loki:
“To interesting endings.”
The Devil’s mouth quirks.
“Let me think about it.”
He says it lightly, almost playfully, but the words carry weight.
Then he claps Loki on the back—once, hard, the impact ringing like a hammer on anvil.
His arm trembles for a fraction of a second, not from weakness but from the sudden surge of something older than either of them: change.
Feathers erupt along his shoulders in a black tide. His long greasy hair lengthens into pinions, his lined face sharpens into beak and glare.
Bones lighten, stretch, reshape. In moments the black-suited figure is gone.
A great eagle stands where the Devil stood—plumage the color of midnight oil, eyes burning amber, talons long enough to rend iron.
The eagle spreads wings vast as storm clouds, buffeting Loki’s fur cloak.
One piercing cry splits the air—half challenge, half farewell—then the bird launches itself from the peak.
Black wings stroke once, twice; the eagle rises, circles once above Kirkjufell so the shadow passes over Loki like a promise, then banks northward into the iron-gray sky and is lost among the clouds.
Loki stands alone on the mountain’s tooth, drinking horn raised in silent toast to the empty air.
He murmurs to the wind:
“Interesting endings, indeed.”
Below, the waterfalls continue their thunder, and the world—still breathing—waits for its appointed ruin.
. . .
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(SOURCE)
From
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(PTSD DREAMS)
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THE
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MEETING
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(SOFI)
AT
HELLMOUTH LOUNGE
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(TO BE CONTINUED)
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SOFI)
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AN
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ANDROGYNOUS SNAKE DEMON
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GOATHEAD DEMON OF LUST
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AKA
"MATTYO"
MATTY ORLANDO
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(OUT IN THE WOODS)
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A PICTORIAL NARRATIVE
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(LA MADRE ORSA)
VISITING
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WOLF DEMON AAMON
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(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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