MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS: EVE BONDS WITH RAVEN DEMON RAUM (PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING DEITIES
&
DEMON SPIRITS
(PTSD DREAMS)
CREATED
BY
J. BECK
2026
MEETING DEITIES
&
DEMON SPIRITS:
EVE
BONDING WITH
THE RAVEN DEMON
RAUM
(PTSD DREAMS)
The ancient oak stood sentinel in the moon-bleached clearing, its lowest branch thick as a man’s torso, bark ridged and scarred like old battle wounds.
Eve had already climbed halfway when Raum’s hands—cold at first, then fever-hot—seized her hips from behind and lifted her the rest of the way onto the wide limb. She landed straddling it facing him, knees splayed wide, the rough bark biting into the tender skin of her inner thighs. Her short, filthy chore dress was already torn at one shoulder; amber honey—still warm from Beelzebub’s hive—had soaked through the thin cotton and now dripped in slow, glistening threads down her dark-tanned legs.
Raum knelt on the branch before her like a predator deciding where to bite first. Long greasy strands of black hair curtained his face; the kohl smeared around his eyes made them look like twin voids swallowing starlight.
Shirtless, sweat already beaded along the sharp ridges of his pectorals and the deep V that disappeared into black leather. The leather itself was stretched obscenely over the thick column of his cock, the zipper half-undone, head already pushing free—dark violet, ridged, weeping a clear bead that caught the moonlight.
He didn’t speak. He simply hooked two fingers into the neckline of her dress and ripped downward in one violent motion. Fabric gave way with a wet tear; her small breasts spilled out, nipples already tight and dark from earlier abuse.
Traces of honey clung to the undersides, sticky golden trails that ran toward her navel. Raum dipped his head and dragged his tongue through one of those trails—slow, deliberate—tasting the residue of the Lord of the Flies mixed with her own salt and musk. Eve’s back arched; a low, animal sound escaped her throat.
He rose onto his knees, leather creaking, and yanked her forward by the hips until her cunt hovered directly over the straining bulge.
One hand fisted her stringy, sweat-matted black hair and forced her mouth to his. The kiss was brutal—tongues shoving, teeth scraping lips until copper bloomed between them.
She tasted smoke, iron, charred feathers; he tasted every demon who’d been inside her tonight.
With his free hand he tore the last of the dress away, leaving her naked except for the drying honey streaks and the slick evidence of her arousal coating her inner thighs.
He shoved his leather pants down just enough; his cock sprang free fully—longer than any human’s had any right to be, veined like twisted roots, the head flared and already slick.
He guided it to her entrance, rubbing the fat crown through her folds, coating himself in the mixture of her wetness and leftover honey.
Then he pulled her down.
The stretch was immediate and merciless. Eve’s head snapped back on a choked scream as the first thick inches forced her open. Raum didn’t pause—his grip on her hips was iron; he dragged her the rest of the way until her ass slapped against his leather-clad thighs and every brutal inch was seated deep.
She felt him pulse inside her, the head kissing her cervix, stretching her walls to the point of aching fullness. Her clit ground against the coarse hair at his base with every tiny shift.
He began to move—short, punishing thrusts upward while his hands clamped her in place. The branch groaned beneath them. Each stroke dragged his ridged shaft along that swollen spot inside her until her thighs trembled violently.
Honey and slick ran in rivulets down his balls, soaking the leather, dripping to the forest floor far below. Eve’s nails raked bloody furrows across his shoulders; black ichor welled and trickled down his back like spilled ink.
He flipped her without warning—strong hands spinning her so her back pressed to his chest, both of them still impaled. Now she faced outward, legs hooked over his forearms, spread obscenely wide.
The night air kissed her exposed clit; moonlight silvered the mess between her thighs. Raum hooked his chin over her shoulder, teeth grazing her earlobe.
“Every time another demon filled you,” he rasped, voice gravel and smoke, “I counted the seconds until I could replace it.”
He slammed upward—harder, deeper. Her breasts bounced with each thrust; honey droplets flew from her skin like tiny amber stars.
One hand slid down her belly, fingers finding her clit and rubbing fast, ruthless circles while he fucked into her with long, punishing strokes.
She came suddenly—shattering around him, inner walls clamping so tight he snarled against her neck. Slick gushed out around his shaft, coating his balls, running in warm streams down the bark.
He didn’t stop.
He lifted her completely off the branch—still buried to the hilt—turned, and pressed her front to the massive trunk. Rough bark scraped her nipples raw; her palms braced against it as he kicked her legs wider and drove back in from behind.
The new angle let him hit deeper; each thrust battered her cervix until tears of overstimulation leaked from her eyes. His hand fisted her hair again, yanking her head back so her throat arched.
“Look at the moon,”
He growled.
“It watched too.
Now it watches me claim what’s mine.”
He reached around, pinched her clit between two fingers and rolled it while pounding into her.
The second orgasm hit like a blade—sharp, blinding. Her knees buckled; only his arm around her waist kept her upright. He fucked her through it, pace never faltering, until her cries turned hoarse and broken.
Finally he pulled out—slow, deliberate—letting her feel every inch drag free. He spun her again, lifted her so her legs locked around his waist, and impaled her once more facing him.
This time the rhythm slowed—deep, grinding rolls of his hips that kept him pressed against every sensitive place inside her. Their mouths met in a slower, filthier kiss; tongues sliding, sharing the taste of blood and honey and desperation.
When he came it was cataclysmic.
His whole body locked; a guttural roar tore from his throat as he buried himself to the root and flooded her.
Heat after heat pulsed deep—demonic seed thick and scalding, spilling out around his shaft in creamy white rivulets that mixed with honey and her own release, dripping in long strings to the ground below.
Eve shuddered through one last trembling climax, nails digging crescents into his shoulders, body limp and wrung out against his chest.
They stayed locked together, breathing in harsh synchrony. His cock still twitched inside her, aftershocks sending little jolts through both of them. Sweat and ichor and honey painted them both; the oak branch creaked once, softly, as though settling.
Raum pressed his forehead to hers, voice low and wrecked.
“No more watching from shadows.”
Eve’s lips curved against his, still swollen from biting.
“Then never leave the branch.”
Somewhere far off, a single raven croaked—once, sharp, victorious.
The ancient oak groaned under their combined weight as Raum’s hands—taloned now, black claws retracting just enough not to shred her skin—dug into the meat of Eve’s hips with bruising force. He had her pinned face-first against the massive trunk, her cheek grinding into rough bark that scraped raw welts across one side of her face.
Her torn chore dress hung in filthy rags around her waist; the rest of her was bare, dark-tanned skin gleaming with sweat, smeared honey, demonic seed, and the fresh crimson scratches she’d earned from his earlier grip.
Raum kicked her legs wider apart until her thighs trembled from the stretch. His cock—thicker now, veins pulsing black beneath the skin, the flared head swollen and leaking—slapped wetly against her swollen cunt once, twice, coating himself in the obscene mixture already leaking from her.
Then he lined up and rammed home in one savage, unbroken thrust.
Eve’s scream tore through the night—raw, animal, edged with pain and ecstasy. He bottomed out so hard her cervix bruised instantly; the impact jolted her entire body forward, breasts scraping bark until her nipples bled tiny beads of red.
Raum didn’t give her a second to adjust. He pulled back almost to the tip—letting her feel the obscene drag of every ridge and vein—then slammed in again, harder, faster, setting a brutal, punishing rhythm that made the branch shudder and creak dangerously beneath them.
Each thrust forced a wet, filthy squelch from her overstuffed cunt. Honey, slick, and the thick remnants of Beelzebub’s amber syrup frothed out around his shaft with every withdrawal, running in sticky rivers down her trembling thighs and dripping in long, glistening strands to the forest floor thirty feet below.
Her inner walls fluttered helplessly around him, trying to clench, trying to slow him, but he was merciless—fucking her like he meant to split her open and crawl inside her soul.
One clawed hand shot up to fist her sweat-drenched black hair, yanking her head back until her spine arched into a painful bow. Her throat stretched taut; he sank his teeth into the side of her neck—not piercing, but grinding molars against skin until purple bruises bloomed instantly.
His other hand snaked around front, claws pricking the soft skin of her belly before two thick fingers found her clit and pinched—hard—rolling the oversensitive nub between them without mercy.
“Say it,”
He snarled against her ear, voice shredded with lust and rage.
“Say who owns this cunt now.”
“You—”
Eve’s voice cracked on a sob as another brutal thrust drove the air from her lungs.
“You—fuck—Raum—”
“Louder.”
“You!”
She screamed, voice breaking as the next orgasm ripped through her without warning—violent, shattering, her whole body seizing so hard her vision whited out.
Her cunt clamped down like a vise; slick gushed in a hot flood that soaked his balls and splashed against the bark. Raum roared in triumph and fucked her through it—faster, deeper, using her spasming walls to milk himself while her cries turned hoarse and broken.
He wrenched her off the trunk without pulling out, spun her in mid-air like she weighed nothing, and slammed her back down onto the wide branch on all fours. Her palms slapped against wood; knees scraped raw.
Raum dropped behind her, knees bracketing her hips, and drove back in with such force her arms buckled and her face pressed to the bark.
He mounted her like an animal—chest to her back, one arm banded across her throat in a loose choke, the other hand braced beside hers so his claws gouged deep furrows into the oak.
The new angle let him batter her g-spot with every stroke. She felt him everywhere—stretching, grinding, claiming. His balls slapped wetly against her clit with rhythmic brutality. Sweat flew from his greasy black hair; black ichor from the scratches she’d left on his shoulders dripped onto her back and mingled with her own sweat.
He leaned down, lips brushing her ear.
“I watched them breed you. Watched them spill inside you like you were nothing but holes. Now I erase them.”
He reached beneath her, claws grazing her belly, then lower—fingers spreading her folds wide around his pistoning cock so he could feel himself plunging in and out. He rubbed her clit in vicious, rapid circles while pounding so deep she felt the head bruise her womb with every thrust.
The third orgasm hit like a blade to the spine—silent at first, mouth open in a soundless scream, then exploding out in a guttural wail that echoed through the trees.
Her body convulsed; her cunt rippled and squeezed in frantic waves. Raum snarled, hips snapping erratically now, losing rhythm as his own release boiled up.
He yanked her head back by the hair one last time, forcing her to arch until her breasts lifted off the branch.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
Eve twisted her neck just enough to meet those kohl-rimmed obsidian eyes—wild, possessive, burning.
He came with a roar that shook leaves from the canopy.
His cock swelled impossibly thicker inside her; the first pulse of demonic seed scalded her walls like molten iron
Jet after thick, heavy jet flooded her—endless, overflowing, spilling out around his shaft in creamy white ropes that mixed with honey and her own release, running in hot rivers down her thighs and pooling on the branch beneath them.
He kept thrusting through it—short, grinding strokes that forced every drop deeper, marking her womb, claiming every inch the others had touched.
When the last shudder left him he stayed buried to the hilt, cock still twitching, still leaking. His arm around her throat loosened to a possessive collar; his other hand splayed over her lower belly where he could feel the faint heat of his seed inside her.
Eve collapsed forward, trembling, wrecked—cheek pressed to bark, chest heaving, thighs shaking so badly she could barely hold herself up. Cum and honey dripped steadily from her abused cunt, pattering softly onto the wood.
Raum leaned over her, lips brushing the shell of her ear, voice low and ruined.
“No more shadows. No more watching.”
He flexed his hips once—slow, deliberate—making her whimper as fresh seed pushed deeper.
“You carry me now. Inside. Always.”
Somewhere in the dark, a raven screamed—triumphant, feral, echoing like a vow sealed in blood and ruin.
The moon had thinned to a silver crescent, but the forest still thrummed with the aftershocks of their union—sap-sticky branches, bark scored with claw-marks, the faint metallic tang of ichor mingling with honey and sex in the humid air. Eve lay sprawled along the wide oak limb, legs dangling, bare feet brushing leaves far below.
Her body ached in the best and worst ways: thighs bruised purple from Raum’s grip, cunt still swollen and leaking slow threads of his thick seed mixed with the last of Beelzebub’s amber. The torn remnants of her chore dress clung damply to her hips like shed skin.
Raum had already shifted.
One moment he knelt over her, wings half-unfurled—great glossy black pinions edged with faint crimson iridescence—then the next he was smaller, sleeker: the Lone Sentinel Raven again.
Larger than any natural bird, obsidian feathers drinking the moonlight, eyes still burning with that same kohl-rimmed intensity even in avian form. He perched on a higher branch, head cocked, watching her with unblinking focus.
For once, Eve did not feel hunted.
She felt… hungry.
She pushed herself upright, slow and deliberate, letting the last of his cum drip visibly down her inner thigh in a pale, glistening trail. Her dark-tanned skin gleamed with sweat and residue; long black hair hung in sweaty ropes across her breasts.
She met his raven gaze and smiled—slow, predatory, the same smile she’d worn when the Serpent first coiled around her waist.
“You always watched me,” she murmured, voice still hoarse from screaming. “Now I want to watch you.”
The raven tilted its head sharply, a low croak rumbling in its throat—half warning, half invitation.
Eve closed her eyes.
The change came easier this time.
It started in her bones: a deep, grinding heat that spread outward like molten lead. Her spine arched involuntarily as vertebrae shifted, lengthening, lightening.
Skin prickled and then burned as thousands of glossy black feathers erupted in waves—first along her arms, then her back, her thighs—soft at the base, razor-edged at the tips. Her fingers fused and elongated into primary flight feathers; her legs slimmed, scaled, taloned.
The familiar ache between her legs twisted into something new, something internal and avian, a cloaca pulsing with residual heat and the echo of his seed still deep inside her transformed core.
Her face was last.
Lips hardened into a sharp, curved beak—glossy black, longer than a common raven’s, wickedly hooked. Her eyes darkened to jet, pupils sharpening into slits that caught every flicker of moonlight. A crest of longer feathers rose along the back of her skull like a dark crown.
When she opened her eyes again—truly opened them—she saw the world in razor clarity: the individual veins in every leaf, the faint heat signature pulsing beneath Raum’s feathers, the slow drip of their mingled fluids still staining the bark below.
She spread her new wings.
They were immense—broader than his, edged with the same faint crimson shimmer that marked her as something more than mortal, something claimed and remade. The air displaced by that first stretch rustled the entire canopy.
Raum launched.
A single powerful beat of his wings sent him arrowing upward through the branches. Eve followed without hesitation.
The chase inverted.
She was the shadow now.
He cut through the night sky like a blade—silent, swift, banking hard over moonlit clearings, skimming so low across a still pond that his wingtips carved twin ripples. Eve stayed on his tail, matching every twist, every stoop.
Her new body felt electric: lighter, stronger, every feather attuned to the slightest shift in wind. The forest blurred beneath them—dark ribbons of trees, silver threads of streams, the occasional warm glow of a distant farmhouse.
He tested her.
A sudden vertical climb—wings folded tight, body arrowing straight up toward the thinning stars. Eve folded too, shot after him like a black comet.
The cold burned her lungs; her wings ached with the strain. She caught him at the apex, rolling inverted so they flew belly-to-belly for one breathless second—beak to beak, obsidian eyes locked.
She felt the heat radiating from his breast, smelled smoke and charred feathers and the faint musk that still clung to him even in this form.
Then he dove.
Straight down, wings snapped open at the last instant to level out over a moon-flooded meadow.
Eve matched the stoop, heart hammering, talons flexing with the need to seize. She could feel the old ache rekindling between her transformed thighs—the memory of him buried inside her translating into something primal, avian, urgent.
He landed first—perching on a lightning-blasted snag at the meadow’s edge, wings mantled, head turned to watch her approach.
Eve flared her wings at the last second, back-beating hard to kill her momentum, and settled beside him—close enough that their primaries brushed.
She turned her head, beak almost touching his, and let out a single, low, rattling croak.
It wasn’t speech.
It was demand.
Raum answered with a softer sound—almost a purr—and nudged her neck feathers with his beak, preening, possessive. She shivered; the sensation traveled straight to her core. Then he launched again, lower this time, skimming the tall grass so close his talons combed seed-heads.
Eve followed, matching his speed, until he flared upward and rolled—presenting his underside in clear invitation.
She didn’t hesitate.
She climbed above him, then folded and dropped—aligning mid-air. Their bodies met with a soft thump of feather against feather. His talons locked gently around her hips; hers gripped his shoulders.
Wings interlocking, they locked into a spiraling fall—slow, controlled, bodies pressed together as gravity and desire pulled them earthward.
In raven form the joining was different—cloaca to cloaca, a swift, heated press and rub, the transfer of heat and seed and intent.
No penetration in the human sense, but the sensation was devastating: electric pulses racing through every nerve, feathers trembling, breath rasping in sharp croaks. They spun downward together, locked, until the grass rushed up—
—and they broke apart at the last instant, wings snapping wide, soaring back upward in tandem.
They flew like that for hours—chasing, spiraling, brushing wingtips, trading the lead.
Sometimes he pursued; sometimes she did. Sometimes they simply flew side by side, silent black shapes cutting through the night, two sentinels now instead of one watcher and one watched.
When the first gray light bruised the eastern horizon, they returned to the ancient oak.
Eve landed first—folding her wings, shifting back in a slow ripple of shadow and flesh. Feathers receded into skin; beak softened into full, bruised lips; talons became bare feet once more.
She stood naked on the branch, chest heaving, hair wild, body still thrumming with the memory of flight and friction.
Raum landed beside her—already human again, or mostly: long greasy black hair, kohl-smeared eyes, leather pants still unlaced, cock half-hard and glistening from their aerial mating.
Wings remained—great black pinions folded against his back, crimson edges catching dawn.
He stepped close, cupped her face with both hands, thumbs brushing her cheekbones.
“You flew with me,” he rasped.
Eve smiled—slow, sated, dangerous.
“I flew after you.”
She leaned in, kissed him once—deep, filthy, tasting smoke and sky.
“Next time,”
She whispered against his mouth
“I lead.”
Somewhere in the lightening sky, two ravens called to each other—sharp, triumphant, promising more nights, more chases, more claiming.
The forest listened.
And waited.
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. . .
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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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
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