MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS: DEMONESS LILITH VISITS DEMON BUER (PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING DEITIES
&
DEMON SPIRITS
(PTSD DREAMS)
CREATED
BY
J. BECK
2026
MEETING DEITIES
&
DEMON SPIRITS:
DEMONESS LILITH
VISITS
DEMON BUER
(PTSD DREAMS)
In the shadowed heart of an ancient forest, where the canopy wove a tapestry of eternal twilight, the air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth, blooming fungi, and the faint, intoxicating musk of forbidden desires, Lilith and Buer converged in a ritual of primal union. The ground was a lush mosaic of emerald moss, slick with dew and dotted by exposed rocks that jutted like ancient bones from the soil.
Small black swampy pools reflected the dim, ethereal glow of lightly luminescent white mushrooms, their caps unfurling like pale, inviting petals. Black slugs slithered lazily across the verdant expanse, their glossy bodies leaving trails of iridescent slime that shimmered under the sporadic shafts of moonlight piercing the foliage. This was no ordinary woodland; it was a liminal realm where the veil between the infernal and the earthly thinned, a sanctuary for demons to indulge in their most carnal whims.
Lilith, the eternal seductress, the first wife of Adam who had defied divine order to claim her sovereignty, manifested in a form that blended mortal allure with demonic ferocity. Portrayed in the likeness of a woman with big, wild black hair cascading like midnight waves down her back, her eyes rimmed in dark eyeliner that accentuated their piercing, amber glow—eyes that held the fire of a thousand scorned lovers.
She adorned herself in black robes threaded with gold, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin, revealing a subtle cleavage that hinted at the voluptuous form beneath. Gold jewelry gleamed against her olive-toned skin: bracelets that jingled softly like chains of temptation, rings encrusted with rubies that evoked drops of blood, and earrings that dangled like serpents' fangs. Her lips, painted a deep crimson, curved into a knowing smile as she approached Buer, her hips swaying with the rhythmic grace of a predator closing in on its prey.
Buer, the Great President of Hell, appeared in his human guise as an elderly sage, his long silver hair flowing like a river of moonlight over his broad shoulders, symbolizing the ancient wisdom he imparted.
His skin was pale and almost luminous, ethereal as if lit from within by an otherworldly flame, evoking the chill of forgotten tombs yet warm with the pulse of hidden vitality. He wore flowing robes embroidered with herbal motifs—leaves of mandrake and nightshade intertwined with alchemical symbols and the archer's bow of Sagittarius, his zodiacal sign
His expression was calm and contemplative, thoughtful eyes the color of storm clouds holding a subtle intensity that spoke of kindness veiled in menace. In his hands, he cradled a cluster of glowing white mushrooms and a writhing black slug, offerings from the forest floor that he had been collecting, their subtle luminescence mirroring the familiars that hovered nearby—small, glowing spirits that whispered secrets of healing and desire.
Their encounter began with a greeting that transcended words, a hug that ignited the air with electric tension. Lilith stepped forward, her gold-braceleted arms encircling Buer's waist, pulling him close until their bodies pressed together in a symphony of contrasts: her youthful, fiery form against his ancient, steady presence.
The embrace was tender at first, a demonic courtesy laced with underlying hunger. Her small cleavage rose and fell against his chest, the gold threads of her robe catching on the intricate patterns of his own, creating a friction that sent sparks of anticipation through them both.
Buer's long fingers, calloused from eons of herbal alchemy, traced the curve of her back, lingering on the dip of her spine as if reading the secrets etched into her flesh. "Wise one," she murmured, her breath hot against his ear, carrying the scent of jasmine and brimstone.
"Teach me the virtues of your plants... and the sins of your touch."
As they parted slightly from the hug, their eyes locked, and the erotic dance unfolded. Lilith's hands roamed upward, fingers tangling in Buer's silver hair, pulling his head down to meet her lips in a kiss that was both devouring and reverent. Her mouth was soft yet insistent, tasting of wild berries and the sharp tang of forbidden fruit, her tongue darting like a serpent to explore the depths of his.
Buer responded with a low, rumbling growl from deep within his chest—a sound that echoed through the forest like distant thunder—his contemplative demeanor cracking to reveal the raw passion of a demon who commanded legions. His ethereal skin flushed with an inner glow, warming under her touch as he cupped her face, thumbs brushing the dark eyeliner that framed her eyes, smudging it slightly in a mark of possession.
They sank to the mossy ground together, the soft, yielding earth cradling their forms like a lover's bed. Lilith straddled Buer's lap, her black and gold robes parting to reveal the smooth expanse of her thighs, the fabric pooling around them like spilled ink. She ground against him slowly, feeling the hardening evidence of his arousal through the layers of their garments, a bulge that spoke of his dual nature—sage and beast.
Buer's hands explored her with the precision of a healer diagnosing an ailment, sliding up her arms to slip the robes from her shoulders, exposing more of her cleavage and the golden jewelry that adorned her like trophies of conquest. Bracelets clinked as she arched her back, offering herself to his gaze, her big black hair tumbling forward to brush his face, enveloping him in its silken darkness.
In this demonic tryst, the forest became an extension of their bodies. Buer reached for one of the glowing white mushrooms he had collected, its cap pulsing with a soft, bioluminescent light. He held it to Lilith's lips, and she bit into it delicately, the juice trickling down her chin like nectar from the underworld.
The mushroom's virtues—hallucinogenic and aphrodisiac, as per his teachings—surged through her, heightening every sensation. Colors intensified; the green moss seemed to writhe beneath them, the black slugs nearby glistening as if alive with their own erotic energy. Buer whispered incantations in an ancient tongue, his voice a soothing baritone that wove spells of pleasure, healing any lingering mortal doubts in her immortal soul.
Lilith's fingers deftly untied the sash of Buer's robes, revealing his pale, luminous torso marked with faint, glowing runes—symbols of his command over 50 legions. She traced them with her nails, leaving faint red trails that healed almost instantly under his demonic regenerative power, a tease that elicited a hiss of pleasure from him. Lowering herself, she kissed down his chest, her dark-lined eyes never leaving his thoughtful gaze, which now burned with subtle intensity.
Her gold rings caught the light as she freed him from his garments, her hand encircling his throbbing length, stroking with a rhythm that mimicked the pulsing glow of the mushrooms around them. Buer's kindness shone through even in lust; he guided her gently, his hands on her hips, lifting her robes to expose her fully, his fingers delving into her warmth with the expertise of one who knew every herb's secret to enhance ecstasy.
Their union was a fusion of bodies and essences. Lilith lowered herself onto him, enveloping him in her heat, a slow descent that drew moans from both—hers a sultry purr, his a contemplative sigh that deepened into a groan. The forest responded: the small black swampy grounds bubbled softly, as if boiling with their passion; exposed rocks seemed to shift, forming a natural altar for their rite. Glowing familiars, the spirits Buer commanded, swirled around them like fireflies, their light casting ethereal shadows that danced across Lilith's undulating form.
She rode him with abandon, her big black hair whipping wildly, gold earrings swinging like pendulums of fate. Buer's hands roamed her body, one cupping her breast through the small cleavage of her robe, thumb circling the hardened peak, while the other gathered a black slug from the moss, its slime used as a natural lubricant in a twisted, demonic enhancement—cool and slick, amplifying the slide of skin on skin.In the deepening twilight of the ancient forest, where the air grew thick with the fertile scent of moss, decaying leaves, and the subtle, earthy musk of nocturnal fungi, Lilith and Buer continued their intimate communion amid the glowing carpet of pale mushrooms and glistening black slugs. The small swampy pools nearby bubbled faintly, as if the ground itself responded to their rising heat, while exposed rocks gleamed slick with condensation under the filtered moonlight.
They knelt together on the soft, yielding moss, robes parted and disheveled—Lilith's black and gold-threaded garment slipping from her shoulders to reveal the swell of her breasts framed by intricate golden necklaces, bracelets, and rings that caught stray beams of ethereal light. Her big black hair fell in wild, tangled waves, framing her face where dark eyeliner smudged slightly from earlier kisses, lending her an even more feral, seductive allure. Buer, the ancient sage-demon, remained in his human guise for the moment: long silver hair cascading like liquid moonlight, pale luminous skin glowing softly from within, his embroidered robes bearing symbols of herbs, wheels, and the archer's bow of Sagittarius half-unfastened to expose his lean, timeless torso.
In a tender yet charged ritual of mutual feeding, they turned to the forest's offerings once more. Buer's steady, contemplative hands—long-fingered and faintly veined with that otherworldly luminescence—plucked several small white mushrooms from the moss. These were not ordinary fungi; their caps were phallic in shape, smooth and slightly translucent, pulsing with a gentle inner glow that hinted at their aphrodisiac and mind-expanding virtues, properties he had long mastered and now shared with deliberate intent.
He brought one to Lilith's parted lips. She opened her mouth willingly, tongue extended in invitation, eyes locked on his thoughtful gaze. The mushroom slid past her crimson lips; she closed around it slowly, sucking gently as he fed it to her inch by inch, the cool, slightly earthy flesh dissolving on her tongue with a burst of sweet, tingling nectar. A soft moan escaped her as the essence coursed through her veins, heightening every nerve, making her skin flush and her core throb with renewed hunger. In return, she reached for another cluster, her gold-ringed fingers delicate yet commanding, and mirrored the act—pressing a glowing white phallus mushroom to Buer's mouth. He accepted it with calm reverence, chewing slowly, his storm-cloud eyes half-lidded in pleasure as the hallucinogenic warmth spread, loosening the last vestiges of restraint in his ancient composure.
They fed each other in rhythmic alternation, lips brushing fingers, tongues flicking against caps and skin alike, the act blending sustenance, sacrament, and foreplay. Juice trickled down chins and throats, leaving glistening trails that caught the bioluminescent light, while the surrounding mushrooms seemed to pulse in sympathy, their glow brightening with each shared bite.
As the final mushroom vanished between them, Buer's form began to shimmer and shift—a demonstration of his dominion over shapes and essences, a power rarely displayed even among demons.
His body elongated fluidly, bones and flesh rearranging with a wet, organic sound that echoed softly through the trees.
The silver hair receded into a smooth, pearlescent sheen; limbs merged and reformed into a massive, sinuous coil.
Within moments, he had shapeshifted into an enormous pale white slug, easily the length of a man's height and thick as a thigh, his surface glowing with the same luminous pallor that had once lit his human skin.
The transformation was grotesque yet mesmerizing—his new form undulated with slow, deliberate grace, exuding copious amounts of thick, cool, iridescent slime that dripped in viscous strands from his body, pooling on the moss and mixing with the black slugs' trails to create a slick, gleaming bed beneath them.
Lilith's breath hitched in dark delight at the sight. She reclined back against the mossy ground, robes fully parted now, exposing her body to the cool night air and the approaching entity.
The massive slug-Buer glided forward, his pale bulk sliding over her legs first, the slime immediately coating her skin in a thick, lubricating layer—cool at first touch, then warming as it mingled with her heat, slick and abundant, easing every potential friction into pure, amplified glide.
He enveloped her lower body gradually, the slug's length coiling around her thighs and hips like living ropes of pearl-white flesh, the excessive secretions pouring forth in waves. The slime was copious, almost excessive—dripping in heavy ropes that ran down her inner thighs, pooling in the small of her back, soaking into the moss below.
It carried a faint, herbal scent mixed with something primal and fertile, enhancing sensation tenfold: every slide, every press became impossibly smooth, hypersensitive, the lubricant acting as both conductor of pleasure and demonic elixir that heightened her arousal to feverish levels.
Buer's slug-form pressed against her most intimate places, the broad, blunt head of his body nudging and sliding along her folds with relentless, undulating pressure. The slime coated her completely, seeping inside as he maneuvered, turning penetration into an effortless, enveloping glide—deep, rhythmic thrusts that felt like being filled by liquid silk, cool yet burning with infernal warmth.
Lilith arched, gasping, her hands clutching at the glowing surface of his body, fingers sinking into the yielding, slime-slick flesh that pulsed in response. Gold bracelets clinked against each other as she writhed; her dark-lined eyes rolled back in ecstasy, mouth open in silent cries as the excessive secretions amplified every movement—the slick slide of skin (or rather, slug-flesh) on skin creating wet, obscene sounds that mingled with the forest's nocturnal chorus.
He ravished her thoroughly, coiling higher to wrap around her waist and torso, the slime now drenching her breasts, dripping from her nipples in glistening strands, lubricating the friction as his body undulated against them. The glow from his pale form illuminated her writhing body in eerie, beautiful light, casting shadows that danced across the moss and rocks. Black slugs nearby seemed drawn to the scene, inching closer to add their own minor contributions to the slick chaos, while distant glowing familiars hovered like voyeuristic orbs.
Lilith's climax built in relentless waves, fueled by the unending lubricant that never dried, never lessened—only increased, turning their union into a drowning in sensation. She cried out, body convulsing as release crashed through her, the slime carrying the echoes of her pleasure outward in rippling pulses across Buer's massive form. He followed soon after, his slug-body quivering in deep, rhythmic contractions, flooding her further with even more of the thick, glowing secretion—cool, slick, and marked with the essence of healing and forbidden ecstasy.
In the aftermath, as the slime slowly cooled and began to absorb into their skin like a balm, Buer gradually shifted back to his sage-like human form, silver hair reappearing, luminous skin settling once more.
They lay entwined amid the now-saturated moss, bodies glistening, the forest quiet save for their shared, ragged breaths. The mushrooms around them dimmed slightly, sated by the energy released, while the black slugs continued their slow patrol, as if guardians of this twisted, sacred rite.
This encounter transcended mere lust—it was a demonic sacrament of transformation, excess, and mutual surrender, where the virtues of plants met the primal urges of the infernal, sealed in layers of shimmering slime and unending glide.
The forest seemed to hold its breath as Buer's massive, pale slug-form fully committed to the ravishing, his luminous body now a living conduit of excess and unrelenting sensation.
The slime—once merely copious—now surged in deliberate, overwhelming waves, as though the very essence of his demonic physiology had shifted into overdrive to drown Lilith in tactile ecstasy.
Every inch of his pearlescent surface secreted the thick, iridescent fluid in rhythmic pulses synchronized with his undulations.
It was no longer a mere coating; it became an all-encompassing medium. The slime poured from countless microscopic pores along his length in slow, heavy ropes that broke and reformed, draping across
Lilith’s skin like molten pearl before spreading outward in glistening sheets. It felt impossibly alive—cool upon first contact, then rapidly warming as it reacted to her body heat, turning silky and slightly viscous, clinging without sticking, sliding with a deliberate, dragging luxury that made every movement feel magnified tenfold.
Where the lubricant first touched her inner thighs, it created an immediate, electric contrast: the chill shock blooming into liquid fire that raced straight to her core. As Buer’s broad, blunt head pressed and slid along her folds, the slime flooded in ahead of him—thick enough to part her gently on its own before his body even followed, filling every crevice, seeping deep inside with a slow, invasive weight that made her gasp at the sheer volume.
It coated her walls in a continuous, slippery embrace, so abundant that small bubbles formed and popped with wet, obscene sounds each time he withdrew and thrust again.
The excess ran in rivulets down the cleft of her ass, pooling beneath her on the moss in a warm, glowing puddle that reflected his pale luminescence back up onto her writhing form.
Lilith’s hands clutched at his slick surface, fingers sinking several inches into the yielding flesh only to be met with fresh gouts of slime that welled up around her wrists and forearms, running down in heavy strands that connected her skin to his body like glistening threads of liquid silk.
The lubricant amplified friction into pure glide—every ridge and subtle texture of his slug-form registered with excruciating clarity against her sensitized flesh, yet without the slightest drag, only smooth, endless, frictionless pressure.
It felt as though invisible hands were constantly stroking her from the inside out, the slime itself an active participant, tingling faintly with residual aphrodisiac essence from the mushrooms they had shared earlier.
When Buer coiled higher, wrapping a thick loop of his body around her waist like a living corset, the slime cascaded over her abdomen in a slow waterfall, pooling in her navel before spilling over her breasts.
It drenched her nipples in cool, heavy drops that hung suspended for a heartbeat before sliding downward in languid trails, making the peaks harden to aching points. Each droplet felt magnified—tiny cold kisses followed by spreading warmth that left her skin hypersensitive, gooseflesh rising and falling in waves as more slime followed.
Her gold jewelry became part of the sensory chaos: bracelets and necklaces grew slick and heavy, sliding against her skin with wet, metallic whispers, the gold warming quickly and conducting the tingling slime deeper into every curve and hollow.
Inside her, the sensations intensified to near delirium. The endless secretion created a perpetual state of fullness—Buer’s thrusts were deep, rhythmic, almost meditative in their pace, yet each one displaced more slime outward in a gushing overflow that ran down her thighs and soaked the moss beneath them.
The lubricant never thinned, never dried; instead it thickened slightly with their combined heat, turning into a rich, almost honey-like consistency that clung and stretched in viscous strings whenever he partially withdrew, only to plunge back in with fresh floods.
Every withdrawal pulled a wet, sucking sound from her body; every re-entry was accompanied by a soft, liquid squelch as yet more slime was forced deeper, pressing against every internal nerve with cool, insistent pressure.
Lilith’s moans grew ragged, animalistic. Her hips bucked involuntarily, chasing the overwhelming glide, the way the slime made her feel simultaneously filled beyond capacity and weightlessly suspended in liquid pleasure.
Her clit, coated and swollen, throbbed with each pass of his slick body, the lubricant carrying micro-pulses of that same herbal, mind-expanding warmth from the mushrooms—making colors behind her closed eyelids flare brighter, making every slide feel like it lasted an eternity.
Buer’s slug-form quivered in response to her reactions, his glow pulsing brighter with each crest of her pleasure.
The slime secretions increased yet again—now almost excessive to the point of ritualistic drowning—pouring in thick, glowing torrents that bathed her entire lower body, running in sheets down her legs, pooling around her calves, soaking into the black slugs that had drawn nearer, as though the forest itself participated in their excess.
When her climax finally shattered through her, it felt like the slime itself orgasmed with her: it surged outward in one final, flooding wave, coating everything in a shimmering, pearlescent veil that glowed brighter for several heartbeats before slowly dimming.
The lubricant clung to her skin long after, cooling into a thin, tingling film that continued to heighten every brush of air, every accidental touch, promising that the sensations would linger for hours—perhaps days—long after Buer returned to his sage-like form and the forest resumed its quiet watch.
In that moment, slime was no longer mere enhancement; it had become the primary instrument of their union—cool, thick, alive, endless—a demonic baptism of pure, overwhelming sensation that erased every boundary between bodies, between pleasure and delirium, between demon and demoness.
(In the throes of their demonic union, the slime secreted by Buer's massive, pale slug-form transcended its role as mere lubricant—it became a potent vector for hallucinogenic delirium a living elixir drawn from the deepest virtues of the forest's fungi and amplified by Buer's infernal alchemy.
What began as subtle tingles from the shared white phallus mushrooms now exploded into full-spectrum psychedelic immersion, the slime acting as a transdermal conduit that bypassed digestion entirely, flooding Lilith's bloodstream, nerves, and mind in relentless waves.
The effects unfolded in layers, each more intense than the last, as the excessive secretions coated her skin, seeped into pores, and permeated every mucous membrane they touched:
Initial Onset
The Blooming Veil:
Almost immediately upon deeper envelopment, a cool, shimmering veil descended over her vision. Colors in the forest intensified to impossible vibrancy—the emerald moss flared into radiant viridian fire, the glowing white mushrooms pulsed like miniature stars breathing in rhythm with her heartbeat. Edges softened into fractal patterns; the exposed rocks seemed to breathe, their surfaces rippling like liquid stone.
Lilith's own body felt luminous from within, her olive skin taking on an inner glow that mirrored Buer's pearlescent form. Sounds warped: distant owl calls stretched into ethereal choirs, the wet slide of slime on skin became symphonic, layered with harmonic overtones that vibrated through her bones.
Sensory Synesthesia
Fusion of Senses:
As more slime surged inside her—thick, warm floods with each thrust—the boundaries between senses dissolved. Touch became color and sound; every glide of Buer's slick body translated into bursts of sapphire and amethyst light exploding behind her eyelids, accompanied by low, resonant tones like distant bells tolling in her core. The herbal-musk scent of the slime evolved into taste on her tongue—sweet nectar laced with ozone and ancient earth—while the slick drag across her clit sparked flashes of golden lightning that she could hear as ecstatic whispers. Her gold jewelry, now drenched and sliding, chimed with musical clarity, each clink triggering phantom caresses across her breasts and throat.
Ego
Dissolution & Entity Communion:
Deeper into the ravishing, the hallucinogenic tide eroded Lilith's sense of self. She no longer felt separate from Buer; their forms merged in a shared consciousness.
Visions flooded her: ancient forests where trees bore faces of forgotten lovers, legions of glowing familiars swirling in cosmic dances, the wheel-like true form of Buer rolling through starry voids.
She perceived herself as vast—an eternal seductress woven from night and desire—yet simultaneously infinitesimal, a single drop in an ocean of slime. Buer's contemplative wisdom infused her thoughts: fragments of natural philosophy, the logic of ecstasy, the virtues of surrender.
She "saw" the slime itself as alive with intent—microscopic spirits of healing and lust, carrying messages from the underworld's herbal archives straight into her psyche.
Amplified Erotic Overload
The Core Delirium:
Pleasure itself hallucinated into multiplicity. Each thrust felt like a thousand overlapping penetrations—phantom tendrils coiling inside her alongside the physical bulk, caressing nerves she didn't know existed.
Orgasms layered upon orgasms in fractal recursion: one peak would crest into visions of blooming nightshade flowers made of light, triggering another, which bloomed into memories of rebellion against divine order replayed in ecstatic slow-motion.
The slime's tingling essence—now fully activated—made her skin feel electrified yet weightless, every droplet a micro-orgasm rippling outward.
Time dilated; minutes stretched into eternities of glide and flood, only to snap back in shattering release. Her cries echoed in her mind as choral harmonies, her body convulsing in waves that synced with the forest's bioluminescent pulse.
Afterglow Echoes
Lingering Reverie:
Even as the physical climax subsided and Buer's secretions cooled into a thin, tingling film, the hallucinogenic residue persisted. Reality shimmered at the edges—shadows whispered secrets, the moss beneath them undulated like a living heartbeat. Lilith lay drenched and glowing, her mind adrift in gentle afterimages: fractal mandalas of gold jewelry and silver hair, black slugs transformed into tiny cosmic serpents, the entire forest revealed as a vast, breathing organism of desire and knowledge.
The effects lingered for hours, a soft, euphoric haze that blurred pain into pleasure, isolation into unity, demonic hunger into sacred communion.
In this way, the slime was no accident of excess—it was Buer's ultimate teaching tool, a demonic sacrament blending the mushrooms' virtues with his shapeshifted essence
It healed the body through overwhelming sensation, expanded the mind through visionary overload, and bound the participants in a shared, hallucinatory truth: that in the depths of infernal ecstasy, boundaries dissolve, and wisdom is found in the slick, unending glide between selves.
Lilith emerged changed—not diminished, but elevated, her essence forever marked by the luminous delirium of their union.)
The forest floor had become a living altar of moss and slime, the air thick with the heady perfume of wet earth, decaying leaves, and the sweet-alkaline musk of their combined secretions.
Lilith, still trembling from the hallucinogenic aftershocks of Buer’s earlier ravishing, felt the transformative tide rise within her once more. Her body, already slick and glowing from the pearlescent floods that coated every curve, began to ripple and elongate with deliberate, sensual intent.
Her limbs softened and merged, gold jewelry sinking into darkening flesh as though swallowed by liquid obsidian. Long black hair fused and smoothed into a glossy, midnight sheen that covered her lengthening form.
Her voluptuous human silhouette dissolved into a powerful, sinuous black slug—larger even than Buer’s pale incarnation, easily twice his girth and length, her surface a deep, iridescent ebony that drank the moonlight and reflected it back in subtle violet and indigo undertones.
The transformation was slow and erotic: breasts flattened and spread into broad, undulating planes; hips and thighs flowed together into one continuous, muscular ribbon of flesh; her sex became a long, ventral groove now pulsing visibly beneath the slick black skin, already weeping thick, inky lubricant of her own.
Where Buer’s white slug-form glowed with cool, lunar luminescence, Lilith’s black slug radiated a deeper, warmer heat—almost feverish—her body steaming faintly in the damp night air.
Tiny motes of dark energy danced along her surface like captive stars, and from every pore she began to exude her own copious secretion: a denser, warmer slime, midnight-black streaked with shimmering crimson veins, smelling faintly of ripe nightshade berries and molten copper.
Buer, still fully in his enormous pale slug shape, sensed her change immediately. His blunt head lifted, sensory tentacles quivering as he tasted the shift in the air.
A low, resonant vibration rolled through his body—a soundless demonic purr that made the moss tremble. He glided forward, his luminous white length leaving thick trails of glowing mucus that mingled with the black pools already spreading beneath them.
They met in the center of the swampy clearing, two colossal gastropods sliding toward one another with deliberate, almost ceremonial slowness. The first contact was electric.
Lilith’s black flank brushed along Buer’s pale side; their slimes met and reacted at once—his cool, pearlescent fluid hissing softly against her hotter, darker secretion.
Where the two liquids touched, a chemical effervescence occurred: tiny bubbles formed and burst, releasing faint sparks of bioluminescent color—pale green, violet, gold—that drifted upward like fireflies born of lust.
Lilith coiled first, wrapping a thick loop of her midnight body around the middle of his white form in a possessive embrace. The pressure forced fresh gouts of slime from both of them; black and white secretions poured in twin rivers, pooling beneath their entwined lengths and soaking the moss until it glistened like wet lacquer.
She undulated slowly along his underside, her ventral groove sliding deliberately over the sensitive, slightly ridged ventral surface of his body. Every pass smeared more of their mingled fluids across one another, the friction reduced to pure, liquid glide—yet the sheer volume of slime made each movement feel magnified, obscene, luxurious.
Then came the mounting.
Buer’s pale form arched slightly, the anterior third of his body lifting and curling backward in a gesture both dominant and supplicant.
Lilith responded instantly, gliding upward with powerful, rippling contractions until her black bulk rested atop his white length.
She positioned herself so that her ventral groove aligned perfectly with the corresponding sensitive channel along his dorsum.
The fit was exact, obscene, perfect—two massive slugs locked together in a union that looked almost like one creature split by color: black riding white, white cradled beneath black.
As soon as she settled fully atop him, they began to ride.
Their bodies moved in counter-rhythm at first—Lilith sliding forward while Buer pushed backward—then synchronized into a single, sinuous wave that rolled from tail to head and back again. Each undulation forced massive quantities of slime from their joined surfaces.
The secretions no longer merely coated; they flooded. Black and white fluids mixed in churning whirlpools beneath them, rising in viscous waves that lapped at nearby rocks and drowned clusters of ordinary mushrooms.
The mingled slime took on a new, pearlescent midnight hue—deep indigo shot through with glowing silver threads—and from this alchemical union something miraculous began to emerge.
Wherever the thickest pools of combined secretion gathered, the ground responded.
Tiny white nodules appeared almost instantly, pushing up through the saturated moss like pale pearls breaking the surface of dark water.
Within moments the nodules elongated, caps unfurling into perfect, phallic white mushrooms identical to those they had fed each other earlier—smooth, slightly translucent, glowing with that same gentle inner light. But these were born directly from their union: each fresh gout of mingled slime seemed to seed another cluster.
The mushrooms sprouted in ecstatic profusion—dozens, then scores—forming living carpets and rings around the entwined slugs, their caps pulsing in time with the slow, powerful thrusts of the demonic lovers above them.
Lilith’s black form quivered with delight at the sight. She increased the tempo, grinding her ventral groove harder against Buer’s dorsum, forcing even more of their secretions to spill outward.
The new mushrooms responded in kind—growing taller, caps swelling fatter, some beginning to weep their own thin, nectar-like droplets that ran down their stalks and mingled with the larger slime pools below.
Buer answered her rhythm with deep, resonant contractions that rippled the entire length of his body. Each pulse sent fresh surges of cool, luminous slime upward into Lilith’s groove, bathing her most sensitive tissues in tingling, hallucinogenic warmth.
The combined fluids now carried double potency: his healing virtues fused with her rebellious, seductive essence. Every slide, every grind triggered fresh waves of psychedelic vision—fractal blossoms of black and white unfurling in their shared mind, phantom tendrils of pleasure coiling through nerves that no longer belonged to separate bodies.
They rode each other for what felt like hours in mortal time—though in the timeless logic of the infernal, it might have been eternities.
The forest around them transformed: the moss became a sea of glowing white phallus-capped mushrooms stretching in all directions, their light turning the shaded glade into an otherworldly cathedral of pale luminescence.
Black slugs—smaller kin drawn by the energy—gathered at the edges, adding their own minor secretions to the edges of the growing spore-field.
Finally the crescendo arrived.
Lilith’s black form tightened convulsively around Buer’s white length, ventral groove clamping down in rhythmic spasms. Buer answered with one final, powerful surge—his entire body quivering as he flooded her with a last, massive wave of glowing secretion.
The overflow was cataclysmic: slime erupted outward in a shimmering tide, drenching everything within reach. Where it landed, mushrooms burst into sudden, explosive growth—caps splitting to release clouds of luminous spores that drifted upward like silver snow.
In the aftermath they remained locked together, black atop white, slowly uncoiling only after the last tremors faded. Their mingled slime cooled into a thin, tingling film that covered both bodies and the forest floor alike.
The new mushroom field pulsed gently around them, already maturing, already releasing faint hallucinogenic spores into the air—a living testament to their union, a demonic garden seeded by excess, transformation, and unrelenting erotic fusion.
Lilith’s black slug form gradually began to shift back toward humanoid contours, though she retained streaks of glossy obsidian across her skin. Buer followed suit, his pale slug melting back into the familiar silver-haired sage, though his eyes still glowed with the afterimage of lunar fire.
They lay together amid their own creation: two demons, slick and sated, surrounded by a virgin forest of white phallus mushrooms born of their slime, their lust, and the strange alchemy of their mingled infernal essences—proof that even in the depths of depravity, life and ecstasy could bloom in radiant, obscene profusion.
The glade had become a cradle of obscene genesis, the moss now a vast, undulating bed saturated with the mingled black-and-white slime that still steamed faintly in the cool night air.
The white phallus-capped mushrooms stood in dense, glowing rings around the center, their caps swollen and dripping thin nectar as though aroused by what had just transpired. Spores drifted lazily upward like silver motes, catching stray shafts of moonlight and turning the entire space into a cathedral of soft, pulsing luminescence.
Lilith lay sprawled on her back amid the slick mire, robes torn open and discarded in ragged strips around her hips and shoulders.
Her human form had mostly returned—curvaceous, sweat-glistening, olive skin flushed dark rose from exertion and lingering hallucinogenic heat—but traces of her black slug incarnation lingered: glossy obsidian streaks shimmered across her belly, thighs, and breasts like living tattoos, and her long black hair fanned out in wet, tangled waves that clung to the moss and her face.
Gold jewelry—necklaces, heavy bracelets, rings—lay half-buried in the slime, half-melted into her skin during the shapeshifting frenzy, now cooling and sticking slightly with each ragged breath.
Her chest heaved, small cleavage rising and falling in uneven rhythm, nipples still painfully erect and glistening with residue. Between her parted thighs, the aftermath of birthing unfolded in slow, obscene waves.
From the swollen, slick entrance of her sex emerged the first of the offspring—tiny pale white slugs, no longer than a finger joint, their translucent bodies already glowing with the same lunar pallor as Buer’s true form.
They did not crawl forth singly; they issued in pulsing clusters, dozens at a time, each birth accompanied by a fresh gush of mixed slime—her dark, warm secretion fused with his cool, pearlescent essence—that coated her inner thighs and puddled beneath her ass in viscous black-and-silver pools.
The sensation was unrelenting ecstasy laced with exquisite exhaustion. Each small slug slid free with a wet, sucking pop, its body coated in the thick lubricant that had facilitated its passage.
The birthing contractions were not painful but rhythmic, almost orgasmic—deep muscular ripples that traveled from her core outward, forcing more of the pale offspring into the world while sending aftershocks of pleasure through nerves still hypersensitive from hours of demonic union.
Lilith’s open mouth issued low, guttural moans that rose and fell like a dark chant; her dark-lined eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown wide from the hallucinogenic residue still coursing through her veins.
Hundreds emerged. The moss around her hips became a living nursery. Tiny white slugs—each bearing faint, rune-like markings that echoed Buer’s zodiacal and herbal sigils—wriggled free and immediately began to explore.
Some inched up her sweat-slicked abdomen, leaving cool, glowing trails across her skin.
Others clustered around her breasts, drawn to the warmth and the lingering scent of her arousal; a dozen or more attached themselves to her nipples and areolas like pale, luminous leeches, their minute bodies pulsing gently as they nursed at the residue there, secreting their own thin film of slime that made her peaks glisten anew.
The feeling was maddeningly intimate—tiny mouths suckling, cool slime spreading in micro-circles, keeping her perpetually on the edge of overstimulation.
More slugs crawled along her inner thighs, smearing fresh lubricant as they went, while others ventured higher to nestle in the hollow of her throat, between her collarbones, in the crook of her elbows where gold bracelets still clung.
A few dozen gathered at the apex of her sex, forming a living, writhing crown around the still-twitching entrance from which they had been born.
Their combined secretions created a continuous, slow ooze that dripped downward, feeding the moss and causing new white phallus mushrooms to erupt in frantic bursts wherever the slime pooled deepest.
Lilith’s hands—trembling, gold-ringed—moved almost of their own accord. She stroked the slugs on her belly with reverent fingers, feeling their cool, yielding bodies pulse in response to her touch.
When one particularly bold offspring nosed at the swollen pearl of her clit, she arched with a broken cry, hips lifting off the moss as fresh contractions rippled through her. Another small surge of slugs spilled forth—twenty, thirty more—each one greeted with a fresh wave of dark pleasure that blurred the line between birth and climax.
Exhaustion warred with euphoria. Her body glistened with sweat and slime; strands of black hair stuck to her cheeks and lips; her breaths came in panting sobs. Yet there was no revulsion—only a profound, demonic tenderness.
These were her children with Buer, spawned not of ordinary seed but of alchemical excess, hallucinogenic sacrament, and unrelenting erotic fusion. Each pale slug carried fragments of both their essences: Buer’s ancient healing wisdom and herbal mastery, Lilith’s rebellious fire and seductive sovereignty.
From the shadows of the trees, Buer—returned to his silver-haired sage form—watched in contemplative silence. His luminous skin still bore streaks of her midnight secretion; his storm-cloud eyes glowed softly with paternal pride and lingering desire.
He stepped forward at last, kneeling beside her in the slime-soaked moss. One long-fingered hand rested on her sweat-drenched abdomen, feeling the last faint ripples as the final slugs emerged and scattered across her skin like living pearls.
He leaned down, pressing a slow, reverent kiss to her open, panting mouth. Their tongues met—still tasting of mushrooms, slime, and each other—and in that kiss the last hallucinogenic echoes flared one final time: a shared vision of an endless garden where white phallus mushrooms stretched to the horizon, tended by legions of tiny glowing slugs, all born of their union.
Lilith’s arms rose weakly, encircling his neck. She pulled him down atop her, heedless of the hundreds of offspring that now carpeted her body, wriggling contentedly in the afterglow.
Buer settled between her thighs, careful not to crush the living jewels that adorned her. His weight pressed the slugs against her skin; their combined slime lubricated the contact, turning even this gentle embrace into a slow, slippery glide.
They lay together in the glowing aftermath—two demons, one exhausted mother covered in her pale progeny, surrounded by the obscene fertility they had unleashed.
The forest breathed with them: mushrooms pulsing, slugs exploring, slime cooling into a thin, tingling film that promised the sensations would linger for days.
In the quiet that followed, Lilith whispered against Buer’s ear, voice hoarse and sated:
“Next time… we birth thousands.”
Buer’s calm, contemplative smile was the only answer needed. The night stretched on, fertile and endless, in their newly consecrated grove of lust and lineage.
The encounter built to a crescendo, their movements synchronized like a dark symphony. Lilith leaned back, her hands on his thighs for leverage, exposing the curve of her neck adorned with gold necklaces, inviting Buer to nip at her skin with teeth that elongated slightly in his arousal, drawing pinpricks of blood that tasted of ambrosia.
He thrust upward, his silver hair splayed across the moss like a halo of the damned, his pale skin glowing brighter as waves of pleasure coursed through him. Whispers of philosophy intertwined with their gasps—Buer murmuring lessons on the logic of desire, the virtues of surrender, while Lilith countered with tales of rebellion and raw power.
Climax arrived like a storm breaking: Lilith's body tensed, her inner walls clenching around him in rhythmic pulses, a cry escaping her lips that echoed through the trees, summoning distant howls from unseen beasts. Buer followed, his release flooding her with a warmth that carried the essence of healing—mending any ethereal wounds, infusing her with renewed vitality.
They collapsed together, entangled in robes and limbs, the glowing mushrooms casting a soft afterglow over their sweat-slicked forms. Black slugs inched closer, as if drawn to the residual energy, while the familiars dissipated into the mist.
In the aftermath, they lay in quiet communion, Lilith's head on Buer's chest, listening to the steady beat of his demonic heart.
This erotic encounter was more than mere lust; it was a pact sealed in flesh, a blending of seduction and wisdom, where the demoness and the healer found equilibrium in the chaos of desire.
The forest sighed in contentment, its secrets deepened by their union, awaiting the next summoning of such forbidden ecstasy.
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON
SPIRITS:
APPENDIX
LILITH & BUER
SLIMEY
SHAPESHIFTING SLUGS
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/02/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-appendix.html?m=1
(EROTIC NARRATIVE)
. . .
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Demon Buer
Common Modern
Human-form Traits:
An elderly or mature sage-like man with long white or silver hair (symbolizing ancient wisdom and purity).
Pale or ethereal skin, sometimes almost luminous, to evoke otherworldliness.
Attire like flowing robes, cloaks, or embroidered garments with herbal, alchemical, or zodiac motifs (e.g., Sagittarius symbols, leaves, or wheels).
A calm, contemplative expression — thoughtful eyes, perhaps with a subtle intensity or kindness rather than menace.
Buer is recognized in demonology as the Great President of Hell who specializes in teaching natural philosophy, logic, and the, virtues of herbs and plants.
Appearing
In the 16th-Century
Pseudomonarchia Daemonum
&
The Lesser Key of Solomon
He is noted for healing all infirmities, particularly in humans, and commanding 50 legions of spirits.
Key Details
Regarding Buer:
Role:
Buer is a teacher of herbal medicine and a healer of illnesses.
Appearance:
Often depicted in the Dictionnaire Infernal as a star-shaped figure or wheel with five legs, or as a lion-headed figure with goat legs.
Appearance in Zodiac:
Buer is said to appear when the Sun is in Sagittarius.
Other Associations:
Besides herbalism, he teaches moral philosophy & provides familiars.
Note: While often described as a demon, in many occult traditions, Buer is considered more of a teacher or spirit of healing rather than a malicious entity.
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
EVE CONTINUES SECRET LIASON
W/THE DEVIL'S DEMON SERPENT
AN EROTIC NARRATIVE
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/02/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-eve.html?m=1
(PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
EVE ENCOUNTERS DEMON BEELZEBUB
"THE LORD OF THE FLIES"
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/02/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-eve_5.html?m=1
(An Erotic Narrative)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
"THE DEVIL--YOU KNOW"
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/02/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-devil-you.html?m=1
(PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON
SPIRITS:
ASHLING
SEEING GREEN
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/02/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-ashling.html?m=1
(PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS: DEMONESS ISOLDE POCESSION
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/02/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-demoness.html?m=1
(EROTIC NARRATIVE)
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
DEMONESS ISOLDE POSSESSION "AN UNEXPECTED GUEST" PART 2
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/02/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-demoness_3.html?m=1
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
烏坊主
(Karasu Bōzu, or "Crow Monk")
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/02/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-karasu.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON
SPIRITS:
LILITH & CYBELE
REACH A COMPROMISE
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/02/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-lilith.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
NORSE GOD LOKI
& GIANTESS ANGRBODA'S
MONSTROUS FAMILY
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-norse-god_30.html?m=1
(PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
THE DEVIL & LOKI MAKE AN ALLIANCE
ATOP MT KIRKJUFELL
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-devil_29.html?m=1
(PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON
SPIRITS:
THE DEVIL
& THE FALSE PROPHET
BALAAM VISITING LILITH IN EGYPT
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-devil_27.html?m=1
(PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
THE DEVIL VISITS THE DEMON STOLAS
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-devil_26.html?m=1
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
THE DEVIL MEETS BALAAM
IN OLD JERUSALEM
& ENCOUNTER JEWISH SUCCUBUS
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-devil_87.html?m=1
(PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
THE HAG CONJURING NORSE GOD LOKI
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-hag.html?m=1
(PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
THE
MOTHER GODDESS
WITH
ANGRBODA & SINYN
"FINDING CHRIST"
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-mother_25.html?m=1
(PICTORIAL NARRATIVE)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
"POLLUTING SACRED PLACES"
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-polluting.html?m=1
(MOTHER GODDESS WITH
ANGRBODA & SINYN)
NORSE GOD
LOKI "THE TRICKSTER"
& TWO WIVES
ANGRBODA & SINYN
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-norse-god.html?m=1
(PTSD DREAMS)
NORSE GOD
LOKI&TWO WIVES PART 2
"In the Fevered Aftermath"
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-norse-god_24.html?m=1
(PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
NORSE GODDESS SINYN
DRAWS THE UNHOLY GHOST
SHADOW NIGH
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-norse.html?m=1
CARMELA SOPRANO
MOBSTER WIDOW
(SOURCE)
From
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS
(PTSD DREAMS)
&
THE YOUNG SOPRANOS
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/carmela-soprano-mobster-widow-from.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
CARMELA VISITING THE MADONNA
DISCOVERS
"DEMONS' PLAY"
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-carmela_22.html?m=1
(PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
SOPHIA AKA
THE BLACK MOTH
STALKED
BY AAMON
THE WOLF DEMON
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-sophia.html?m=1
(PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
AAMON BLACK WOLF DEMON
&
JANICE (La Madre Orsa)
VISITING CHRIST CRUCIFIX
(EROTIC & DEMONIC NARRATIVE)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-demon-spirits-aamon-black-wolf.html?m=1
(PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
JANICE (MADRE ORSA)
RETURNING HOME
AS THE DEVIL'S
PRODIGAL DAUGHTER
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-janice.html?m=1
(PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
"AN OLD FLAME"
THE DEVIL
&
JESSICA HARE
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-old-flame.html?m=1
(PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
REVISITING
"AN OLD FLAME"
PART 2
THE DEVIL & JESSICA HARE
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
"AN OLD FLAME"
PART 3
THE
DEVIL & JESSICA HARE
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-old-flame_20.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON
SPIRITS:
JESSICA HARE
RECALLS
MEETING
THE DEVIL IN 1985
PART 4
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-jessica.html?m=1
(A CONTINUATION OF "AN OLD FLAME ")
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
THE
DEVIL & LILITH
DEFYING
THE BURNING BUSH
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-devil.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
THE
DEVIL & LILITH
The
Burning Bush of Defiance
Part 2
Expanded
Revelations Dialogue
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-devil_18.html?m=1
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)
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