MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS: DEMONESS LILITH TAUNTING & TEMPTING ADAM (PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING DEITIES
&
DEMON SPIRITS
(PTSD DREAMS)
CREATED
BY
J. BECK
2026
DEMONESS
LILITH
MEETING DEITIES
&
DEMON SPIRITS:
DEMONESS
LILITH
TAUNTING & TEMPTING
ADAM
(PTSD DREAMS)
The sun hung mercilessly high over the parched, cracked expanse of the wilderness, a desolate cradle of dust and thorn where no green thing dared flourish without permission. Adam labored alone beneath the unrelenting heat, shirtless, his skin burned to a deep bronze sheen by days without shade.
Long, greasy strands of brown hair clung to his sweat-slicked neck and shoulders like wet ropes. The rough-spun, dirt-crusted loincloth barely preserved his modesty as he drove the wooden hoe into the stubborn earth again and again, muscles coiling and releasing in rhythmic exhaustion. Each strike sent puffs of ochre dust swirling around his calves.
Eve had been gone since dawn—sent by Lilith’s subtle suggestions, whispered during their last meeting under this very rock ledge. “Gather the sweet things the earth still remembers how to give,”
Lilith had purred to the first woman. “Honey from the hollow comb, mushrooms that blush violet under logs, clusters of wild grapes so dark they look black in the sun, berries that burst tart and bright on the tongue. Bring them back full-handed so your husband may taste paradise again.” Eve, trusting and eager to please, had ventured far into the thorn-choked valleys, leaving Adam solitary and exposed.
Now Lilith approached from the shimmering haze, barefoot save for the delicate gold sandals that laced up her calves like serpents. Her white robes—thin as mist—clung damply to her sweat-glistened body, the fabric translucent where it touched skin, revealing the shadowed cleft between full breasts and the scandalously small triangle of cloth beneath that passed for modesty.
Gold gleamed everywhere: heavy bracelets stacked along her forearms, rings crowding every finger, large hoop earrings swaying with each languid step. Her long black hair hung in wild, disheveled ropes, strands plastered to her throat and collarbones by perspiration. Kohl-rimmed eyes, dark as midnight wells, fixed on Adam with predatory amusement.
She reclined first against the cool underside of the great rock ledge—the same slab of red stone where, only nights before, she had coiled in serpent form and instructed Eve in secrets of fruit and desire.
A wide-mouthed stone jar rested beside her hip, its surface beaded with condensation that should not exist in this furnace of a place. The water inside was clear, unbitter, impossibly cool. Enchanted. A sleeping draught disguised as mercy.
Lilith watched Adam work for long minutes before she spoke, letting the silence itself become a taunt.
“You swing that stick like a man trying to punish the dirt for being dirt,” she called at last, voice low and honey-thick. “Does it please you, Adam? To break your back for a garden that no longer loves you back?”
He straightened, wiping sweat from his brow with a grimy forearm, eyes narrowing at the sight of her sprawled so insolently in the only shade for leagues.
“Lilith,” he said, the name half warning, half unwilling recognition. “Eve will return soon.”
“Will she?” Lilith stretched, arching so the thin robe slid off one shoulder, baring the upper swell of her breast. The gold jewelry chimed softly. “She’s chasing ghosts of sweetness I planted in her mind. She’ll be hours yet. Long enough for… conversation.”
She patted the stone beside her. “Come. Sit. You stink of honest sweat and futility. Let me cool you.”
Adam remained rooted, hoe gripped like a weapon. “I have work.”
“You have thirst,” she countered, lifting the jar. Water sloshed invitingly inside. “And heat. And loneliness. Drink. Wash. It costs nothing.”
He hesitated. The sun hammered his skull; his tongue felt thick and wooden. She tilted the jar so a single crystalline drop slid down the lip and fell to the dust, vanishing instantly.
“It’s only water,” she murmured. “Not the fruit. Not knowledge. Just… relief.”
He stepped closer despite himself. When he knelt, she pressed the jar into his hands. Their fingers brushed—hers fever-hot, his callused and trembling.
He drank deeply. The water tasted of nothing and everything: cool stone, night air, woman. It slid down his throat like silk. He poured the rest over his head, gasping as rivulets raced down his chest, tracing the ridges of muscle, soaking the loincloth until it clung obscenely.
Lilith’s smile was slow, victorious.
Within moments his eyelids grew heavy. The hoe slipped from his fingers, clattering against stone. He tried to speak—her name, a protest—but the word dissolved into a sigh. His body folded sideways, head coming to rest on her thigh as though it belonged there. Deep, enchanted slumber claimed him.
Now the true work began.
Lilith eased him onto his back beneath the ledge’s shadow. With deft fingers she loosened the sodden knot of his loincloth and drew it away. His cock lay half-hard already, stirred by whatever fragments of dream had begun to flicker behind his closed lids. She straddled him without haste, robes parted, the scrap of thong nudged aside. Her sex was already slick, dark curls glistening.
She lowered herself slowly, taking him inch by inch until he was fully sheathed inside her. A soft, triumphant hiss escaped her lips. His body responded even in sleep—hips twitching upward in helpless instinct. Lilith began to ride him with deliberate, rolling motions, not the passive yielding Eve had offered on her back beneath him, but commanding, dominant, claiming. Her breasts swayed with each downward stroke; gold bracelets clinked like distant bells. Sweat and arousal mingled, slick sounds filling the still air.
In his dream Adam saw her—saw Lilith astride him beneath a canopy of stars that had never existed in Eden. She rode him fiercely, laughing, her long tongue tracing his throat, his chest, circling his nipples until he bucked beneath her. He felt no guilt in the dream, only raw, animal need. His hands clutched at her hips; she guided them higher to squeeze her breasts. She leaned down, tongue plunging into his mouth, and he came undone—spilling deep inside her with a groan that echoed in the real world as little more than a sigh.
Lilith clenched around him, milking every pulse, every thick spurt of seed. Her own climax followed—silent, shuddering—inner walls fluttering as she drank his essence into herself. Cambion stirred already in her womb, demonic offspring conceived in stolen ecstasy, irony sharp as thorns: beneath the very ledge where she had first corrupted Eve.
When the last tremor faded she lifted off him, careful not to wake the sleeper. His cock glistened, spent and softening against his thigh. She rearranged the loincloth loosely over him, kissed his slack mouth once—long, lingering—then rose.
Far in the distance, a lone raven watched from its perch atop a skeletal tree, black eyes unblinking.
Lilith adjusted her robes, licked her lips, and vanished into the heat shimmer, leaving Adam to wake alone with the taste of forbidden water still on his tongue and the faint, musky scent of her lingering on his skin—evidence that only his sleeping body would remember.
The sun scorched the cracked earth like a jealous lover refusing to relent. Beneath the overhanging lip of the great red rock ledge, the only pocket of shadow for miles, Lilith waited. She had chosen this exact spot deliberately—the same slab of stone where, under moonless nights, she had once slithered in serpent guise and fed Eve the first forbidden secrets of taste and touch. Now the ledge sheltered something far more intimate, far more profane.
Adam’s hoe lay discarded in the dust beside his knee. He knelt before her, chest heaving, rivulets of sweat carving clean paths through the grime on his torso. The enchanted water still glistened on his skin, tiny beads catching the filtered light like diamonds scattered across bronze. His loincloth, soaked through, clung transparently to the thickening outline of his cock—already half-erect from the mere proximity of her scent, the low timbre of her voice, the deliberate way she let her thighs part just enough to let him glimpse the shadowed promise beneath the thin white robe.
Lilith reclined against the warm stone, one leg bent, the other stretched languidly so the gold-laced sandal dangled from her toes. The robe had slipped from both shoulders now, pooling around her elbows like spilled milk; it barely covered the heavy curves of her breasts, nipples dark and peaked against the damp fabric. The scrap of thong beneath had ridden high, the golden threads of embroidery framing the plump lips of her sex, already visibly swollen and glistening. Every breath she took lifted her chest in slow, deliberate invitation.
She tilted her head, letting a long strand of sweat-matted black hair slide across one breast. Her tongue—longer than any mortal’s ought to be—slid out slowly, deliberately, tracing the full curve of her lower lip before flicking once, twice, toward him in mocking promise.
“Look at you,” she purred, voice so low it vibrated in the narrow space between them. “Still pretending the hoe is the only thing you want to drive deep into warm, yielding earth.”
Adam’s throat worked. His hands flexed at his sides—fingers that moments ago had gripped wood now ached to grip flesh. “Eve… she’ll come back.”
Lilith laughed softly, the sound sliding down his spine like warm oil. “She’s chasing sweetness I taught her to crave. Grapes that burst between her teeth, honey that coats her fingers, berries that stain her lips the color of sin. She’ll be gone until the sun bleeds red. Plenty of time…” Her eyes dropped pointedly to the obscene bulge straining his loincloth. “…for you to stop lying to yourself.”
She reached for the stone jar—now empty of its draught—and trailed one long fingernail around the rim, collecting the last cool drops of condensation. Without breaking eye contact she brought the finger to her mouth, sucking it clean with a slow, wet sound that echoed obscenely in the still air.
Adam’s breath hitched.
She leaned forward, close enough that he could feel the radiant heat of her body, smell the dark spice of her arousal mingling with myrrh and dust. “You drank my water,” she whispered, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “You poured it over this beautiful, sweat-slick body. You let it run down here…” Her fingertip ghosted down the center line of his chest, following the path the water had taken, pausing just above the knot of cloth at his hips. “…and here.” She circled the head of his cock through the fabric—once, achingly light—then withdrew her hand before he could thrust into the touch.
He groaned, low and broken.
“Feel how hard you are for me already,” she continued, voice velvet cruelty. “Not for gentle Eve who lies beneath you like a dutiful field waiting to be plowed. No. For me. For the one who rides. For the one who takes.”
She shifted, parting her thighs wider so the robe fell open completely. The thong was soaked through, clinging to every fold; a single bead of her arousal slid slowly down the inside of her thigh and disappeared into shadow.
Adam’s hands rose of their own volition—trembling—hovering an inch from her hips.
She caught his wrists before he could touch. Her grip was iron wrapped in silk. “Not yet,” she breathed against his mouth. “Not until you beg. Not until you admit you want to lie back, let me straddle you, let me sink down and fuck every drop of seed from your balls while you sleep dreaming of nothing but this cunt claiming you.”
Her tongue darted out again—this time tracing the seam of his lips, teasing the edge without granting entry. He chased it instinctively; she pulled back just enough to keep him straining.
“Say it,” she commanded softly. “Say you want me on top. Say you want to spill inside me while Eve is still miles away tasting fruit I made her hunger for.”
His cock jerked visibly beneath the cloth. Pre-cum darkened the fabric in a spreading wet spot. His voice came out hoarse, cracked. “Lilith…”
She smiled—slow, victorious, demonic. Leaned in until her nipples brushed his chest through the thin barrier of robe and skin.
“Louder, sweet Adam. Tell me how badly you need to be ridden. Tell me how empty your balls feel knowing I’m going to milk them dry beneath this very rock—right where I first taught your wife what pleasure really tastes like.”
The air between them crackled, thick with heat and the promise of surrender. Somewhere far off a raven croaked once, sharp and knowing.
Lilith waited.
She always waited—patient as sin, hungry as the desert itself—until the last thread of resistance snapped.
Sleep.
Adam Dreamed.
He lay sprawled on his back beneath the rock ledge, limbs heavy as sun-warmed stone, the last cool traces of Lilith’s water still glistening on his skin.
His chest rose and fell in slow, deep rhythm; his cock—still half-hard from her earlier teasing—lay thick and flushed against his thigh, the loincloth long since discarded in the dream’s careless logic. Lilith was astride him again, but this time the joining felt different: slower, more inevitable, as though their bodies had always been locked together in this secret rhythm.
She moved above him with languid certainty, inner walls gripping him in slow, pulsing waves—milking without haste, drawing him deeper with every downward roll of her hips. Her breasts swayed heavily with each motion, nipples brushing his chest like dark promises.
Sweat and arousal slicked the place where they joined; the wet sounds of their union echoed softly in the dream-air, intimate and obscene. Lilith’s long tongue traced lazy spirals across his throat, tasting salt and surrender, while her gold bracelets chimed like distant temple bells against his ribs.
Yet even as she rode him, the dream-world around them began to change.
From the wide-mouthed stone jar—tipped on its side beside them, its enchanted contents long since spilled—the water had pooled into a shallow, shimmering basin in the cracked earth. And now, impossibly, life answered.
Tendrils of green pushed up through the mud where the water had soaked deepest. First delicate shoots, pale and trembling, then thicker stems unfurling ribbed leaves the color of new jade.
Vines curled sinuously across the barren ground, questing, thirsty, drinking the last of the moisture as though it were mother’s milk. Ferns unfurled in soft explosions of frond; tiny white blossoms opened like startled eyes, releasing faint perfume that mingled with the musk of their coupling. Grass blades—impossibly lush—spread in widening circles, carpeting the dust in emerald velvet. Even small, thornless roses pushed through, petals blood-red and dewy, blooming in defiant silence.
Lilith leaned down, her disheveled black hair falling around them like a curtain, lips brushing his ear as she whispered into the dream:
“See, sweet Adam?
All life beyond the garden craves water.
Plants know this truth your
God never taught you.
They reach. They drink.
They thrive where nothing should.
Just as I reach for you…
Drink from you…
Thrive on what you give.”
Her hips circled once, deliberately, grinding her clit against the base of his cock until he groaned low in his throat.
The sound vibrated through both their bodies. In the dream, the plants responded—vines thickening, climbing the rock ledge itself, wrapping gently around his wrists and ankles like living restraints, holding him open for her.
Leaves brushed his inner thighs, cool and silken against fevered skin; a tendril curled teasingly around the heavy sac beneath his shaft, stroking with the lightest pressure as though coaxing more from him.
Lilith’s rhythm quickened, no longer languid but insistent. She rose higher on each upstroke, letting him feel the full drag of her tight heat along every inch, then sank down hard, taking him to the root.
Her walls fluttered, clenched, fluttered again—deliberate pulses designed to unravel him. Her long tongue plunged into his mouth, claiming it as thoroughly as her cunt claimed his cock; he tasted dark honey and iron and the faint echo of forbidden fruit.
“You spill for me,” she breathed against his lips, voice thick with triumph. “Again. And again. Every drop feeds something new. Every pulse waters the world I will make.”
The dream-plants grew faster now—wilder. A slender vine snaked up between their joined bodies, its tip blooming into a perfect white lily that pressed cool petals against her swollen clit as she rode. Another wrapped around the base of his shaft where it disappeared inside her, squeezing in time with her downward thrusts, intensifying every sensation until pleasure bordered pain.
Flowers opened along the vines that bound him, releasing bursts of scent so heady it made his head spin; pollen dusted his chest, his lips, his tongue—sweet, narcotic, urging him toward the edge.
Lilith’s own climax built visibly—her thighs trembling, inner muscles rippling in frantic waves around him. She threw her head back, black hair whipping like a storm, gold jewelry flashing in dream-light that came from nowhere.
“Give it to me,”
She commanded, voice raw.
“Flood me.
Water my womb the way this earth waters itself.
Let your seed birth what the garden never could.”
He broke.
The orgasm tore through him like lightning striking dry tinder—long, wrenching pulses that emptied him in thick, hot spurts deep inside her. Each jet was answered by a greedy clench of her cunt, drawing it further, milking him until his balls ached with exquisite depletion. In the dream, the plants surged in response: vines thickening to ropes, blossoms exploding open in cascades of color, leaves unfurling to impossible size. The muddy basin around them became a verdant pool ringed with riotous growth—proof of the water’s power, proof of his surrender.
Lilith shuddered above him, her own release crashing through her in silent, violent waves. She ground down one final time, burying him to the hilt as her walls spasmed, drinking every last drop. For a long moment she simply rested there—impaled, sated—her forehead pressed to his, breaths mingling.
Then, softly, she kissed him: slow, possessive, tasting of stolen ecstasy.
“Sleep deeper now.”
She murmured against his slack mouth.
“Dream of green things rising from barren ground.
Dream of me rising from you.
There is always more water to spill…
More Life to Steal.”
Outside the dream, beneath the real stone ledge, Adam’s sleeping body twitched once—hips lifting in helpless reflex—spilling yet another weak, dreaming pulse into the warm cradle of Lilith’s thighs as she held him close, patient and insatiable, while the desert beyond remained dust and silence, waiting for its own awakening.
. . .
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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)
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON
SPIRITS:
DEMONESS LILITH
VISITS DEMON BUER
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/02/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-demoness_6.html?m=1
(AN EROTIC NARRATIVE)
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:
EVE ENCOUNTER
DEMON BEELZEBU
"THE LORD OF THE FLIES"
PART 2
REMAINING NIGHTS
FOUR THROUGH SEVEN
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/02/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-eve_7.html?m=1
(AN EROTIC & PICTORIAL NARRATIVE)
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:
"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)
https://youtu.be/Pf0JW-cAFTs?si=-BMWviJ-Dham07HD
RAYMOND CURTO JR
DIMEO CRIME FAMILY
(FICTITIOUS CHARACTER WITH MS)
"Our Vision: A World Free of MS"
Delivering Breakthroughs to a Cure
Invested $1.1 billion into research since 1946
Please Consider
Donating to MS SOCIETY:
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AI GENERATED IMAGES
CREATED BY USING
WORD PROMPTS
2026
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