MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS: EVE SUBJECTED TO DEMONIC MISCHIEF (PTSD DREAMS)
MEETING DEITIES
&
DEMON SPIRITS
(PTSD DREAMS)
CREATED
BY
J. BECK
2026
MEETING DEITIES
&
DEMON SPIRITS:
EVE
SUBJECTED
TO
DEMONIC MISCHIEF
(PTSD DREAMS)
Eve continues to return to that same deep thorny thicket Ravine to seek out the Wolf Demon Aamon --To befall as his willing prey to ravish & devour the sweet drippy honeycombs from inside her living human hive.
Aamon leaned over her back, chest to spine, one hand sliding up to palm her breast, pinching the nipple hard enough to make her arch.
His other hand found her clit, circling with cruel precision while he fucked her harder, faster, the wet sounds obscene in the stillness.
“You were made for this,”
He growled against her ear.
“Made to be filled.
Made to be claimed.--Say it.”
“I—”
Her voice cracked.
“Say it.”
“I… was made… for this—”
He rewarded her with a brutal thrust that made stars burst behind her eyes.
His pace turned feral, hips snapping, balls slapping against her with every plunge. The ridges caught and dragged, over and over, until she was sobbing with the intensity of it.
When she came it was cataclysmic—her whole body seizing, inner walls clamping down like a vise around his ridged length. Aamon snarled in triumph, but then the curse ignited fully.
From deep inside her, a flood of thick, molten honey erupted—golden, viscous, impossibly sweet, gushing out in pulsing waves that coated his shaft, overflowed their joining, and poured down her quaking thighs in slow, gleaming rivers.
The ravine filled with an overpowering perfume: overheated honeycomb, sun-ripened figs, forbidden nectar laced with sin.
It dripped from her folds, pooled on the black sand, clung to his leather like liquid gold.
Aamon froze mid-thrust, nostrils flaring, amber eyes rolling back as the scent hit him like opium smoke.
“Gods below… that Sweetness…”
His voice cracked into a guttural whine. The taste of it—already teasing his tongue from earlier licks—now exploded across his senses.
Beelzebub’s mark, that gluttonous hive-lord’s lingering claim, poured from her in obscene abundance, and it drove him utterly mad.
He wrenched her hips back harder, burying himself to the hilt again and again in short, frantic jerks, as if he could fuck the honey deeper into her—or draw more out. His tongue lashed wildly at her sweat-slick neck, her hair, her shoulders—lapping, sucking, biting to chase every sticky trace. “More,” he snarled, voice thick and broken.
“Give me more of it—fuck, it’s everywhere, inside you, on you—”
He dragged his claws down her sides, not to hurt but to anchor himself as he ground against her, hips rolling in desperate circles to milk out every last drop.
The honey kept coming—each aftershock from her climax triggered fresh spurts, slick and warm, coating his cock, his balls, dripping in heavy strings that he scooped with taloned fingers and sucked clean with obscene, greedy slurps.
His eyes glazed, pupils blown to black voids; the taste was euphoric, addictive, a drug that burned through his veins and stripped away the last shreds of control.
“Beelzebub’s whore-gift,”
He spat between licks, vexed fury twisting his features,
“But I’ll drain you dry before he ever touches you again. This sweetness is mine—mine to devour, mine to drown in.”
He spun her roughly to face him without pulling out, lifting her legs to wrap around his waist so he could pin her fully against the rock.
His mouth crashed to hers in a bruising, devouring kiss—tongue plunging deep, chasing the honey that had seeped into her own mouth from panting cries. He sucked it from her lips, her teeth, her tongue, growling like a beast starved.
His hips never stopped—short, punishing thrusts that forced fresh gushes from her, the wet slap of their bodies now accompanied by the sticky, syrupy sounds of honey everywhere.
Only when her spasms finally ebbed did he allow his own release—roaring as he flooded her with hot, thick jets that mingled with the golden overflow in a messy, decadent torrent.
He kept grinding through it, hips stuttering, tongue still lapping at her throat, her collarbone, anywhere the sweetness clung.
When he finally stilled, he didn’t withdraw—instead he stayed buried deep, rocking gently, savoring the slick heat where their mingled essences pooled.
He turned her more gently now, cradling her limp form against his chest as her legs gave out.
She sagged there, panting, dazed, utterly spent—red scratches on her thighs, bite marks blooming like dark flowers on her throat and breasts, his scent fused with the cloying honey that still leaked slowly from between her legs, marking the sand in glistening pools.
A lone raven croaked once from the skeletal tree high above, watching with unblinking eyes.
Aamon pressed a trembling kiss to her sweat-and-honey-damp forehead, his breath ragged, voice hoarse with lingering obsession.
“Rest now Second Wife of Adam. ”
He murmured, fingers tracing sticky trails down her spine.
“But I know this: That Sweetness…
I’ll never get enough.
Night after night,
I’ll take it from you—every drop
Every pulse—Until you’re empty
Or until I am.
And even then… I may never stop.”
II
___
But as steeping aftermath unfolded in the heavy, honey-scented stillness of the ravine, where the black sand still gleamed with mingled seed and golden overflow.
Eve lay cradled against Aamon's chest, her body limp and feverish from the hallucinogenic afterglow—skin flushed bronze-gold, breaths shallow and sweet, the curse of Beelzebub's honey still leaking in slow, viscous trails from between her thighs.
Aamon rocked her gently, still buried deep inside her warmth, his own mind fractured by lingering visions: whirling hives of shadow-flies, infernal feasts where he gorged eternally on her sweetness, whispers promising endless gluttony.
His tongue flicked out now and then, lapping idly at a sticky streak along her collarbone, chasing the fading euphoria even as his amber eyes remained glassy and distant.
High above, atop the skeletal dead tree that thrust like a broken finger from the ravine rim, the lone sentinel raven stirred. Its black feathers absorbed the dying light; its single visible eye gleamed not with avian curiosity, but with ancient, calculating malice. This was no ordinary bird.
This was Raum Great Earl of Hell, one of the thirty legions under his own command—once of the Order of Thrones, now a master of theft, destruction, and revelation.
He had watched the entire seduction from his perch: the luring bleat, the shapeshift, the frenzied claiming, the apocalyptic release of honey that had driven Aamon to delirious obsession.
Raum had seen the toxin take hold, the hallucinations twist the wolf-demon's mind, and the jealous fury over Beelzebub's prior mark.
Raum knew hierarchy. He knew rivalry among the princes. And he knew opportunity.
With a low, guttural croak that echoed unnaturally—like stones grinding in a throat—the raven spread its wings. No flap of feathers disturbed the air; instead, the bird simply lifted, shadow coalescing around it, and vanished into the twilight haze.
It flew swift and silent across the barren wasteland, a black arrow aimed toward the distant buzzing hollow where Beelzebub's great hive-tree rose: a colossal, ancient acacia twisted into grotesque majesty, its trunk swollen and veined with living honeycomb, branches dripping eternal golden nectar that fed legions of infernal bees.
The air around it thrummed with wings; the ground beneath pulsed with the low drone of gluttony incarnate.
Raum alighted on a dripping branch near the hive's heart. The raven form shimmered, bones cracking softly as he assumed a more suitable shape: tall, gaunt, crow-black feathers still clinging to human-like shoulders, eyes sharp as obsidian shards.
Before him, Beelzebub manifested—not the grotesque fly-lord of old texts, but a towering, voluptuous fusion of bee and excess: golden-furred thorax, iridescent wings folded like jeweled capes, antennae twitching with amusement.
Her form dripped honey from every pore; her laughter was a sweet, buzzing hum that made the combs vibrate.
"Raum," she purred, voice thick as comb. "My watchful crow. What news from the desert? You reek of wolf and fresh nectar."
Raum bowed low, wings rustling.
"Queen of Gluttony, I bring tidings of theft. Aamon—the wolf Marquis—has claimed what bears your mark.
He lured the woman Eve into the ravine, took her against the rock, drank deep of the honey you gifted her. He went mad for it: hallucinations, frenzy, obsession.
He floods her still, whispering that he will drain her dry before any other tastes her sweetness again.
Your curse burns bright in her; it drove him to delirium. Yet he believes the sweetness is his to hoard."
Beelzebub's antennae quivered. Her compound eyes flashed with jealous fire—
Not rage, precisely, but the glutton's indignation at a morsel stolen from her table.
"Aamon dares to feast on my honeyed vessel? That ridged cur thinks to keep her as his private hive?"
She laughed again, but this time it carried a dangerous buzz.
"No. She was marked for me. Her sweetness is mine to savor, mine to multiply.
He may have rutted her raw, but he will not keep her."
She raised one clawed hand.
The air thickened.
From every pore of the great honey-tree, from every cell of the combs lining its hollowed trunk, a vast swarm erupted—thousands upon thousands of infernal bees, larger than mortal ones, bodies gleaming black-and-gold, stingers dripping venom-laced nectar.
They poured forth in a living cloud, a roaring, shimmering storm that darkened the sky as they streamed toward the ravine.
Back in the shadowed depths, Aamon sensed it first—a distant hum rising to a deafening roar.
He lifted his head from Eve's throat, nostrils flaring, pupils still dilated from the toxin.
"What...?"
He growled, the word slurring through lingering delirium.
The swarm descended like a biblical plague. Bees engulfed the ravine in seconds: a whirling, buzzing tornado of wings and stingers.
They targeted Aamon with furious precision—diving at his eyes, his mouth, his exposed skin—venom searing where it struck, forcing him to snarl and swipe wildly.
He tried to shield Eve, curling protectively around her, but the bees were relentless.
They stung his flanks, his back, his thighs; each barb injected a burning sweetness that amplified the hallucinations anew—visions of Beelzebub laughing, of endless hives swallowing him whole.
Aamon roared, shifting partially back toward wolf form, claws raking through the cloud, but for every dozen he crushed, hundreds more surged.
The toxin in their venom mixed with the honey already coursing through him, turning his frenzy inward: vertigo spun the ravine into a vortex, whispers of gluttony became deafening choruses, and Eve's face warped before his eyes into Beelzebub's mocking smile.
The bees ignored Eve at first—then, as one, the swarm shifted focus.
Thousands alighted on her sweat-slick skin, her hair, her torn dress.
Their legs gripped gently, almost reverently; wings fanned to lift. She stirred weakly, eyes fluttering open in confused euphoria, the secondary intoxication making the world soft and golden.
"Aamon...?"
He lunged to grab her—but the bees swarmed thicker around him, a living wall, stinging and stinging until he staggered back, vision tunneling to black spots.
The cloud raised Eve aloft. Her body arched slightly as they carried her upward, out of the ravine, honey still dripping from her in slow golden threads that the bees gathered mid-flight, recycling it into their mass.
She floated like a living offering, limbs limp, surrounded by the shimmering veil of wings.
Aamon collapsed to his knees in the sand, roaring in vexed fury as the swarm receded, taking his prize with them. Raum's raven form circled once overhead, letting out a triumphant croak, then vanished into the dusk.
The bees bore Eve across the wasteland to the great honey-tree. Beelzebub awaited at the hive's maw—a vast, dripping hollow lined with living combs, walls pulsing with golden cells.
The swarm descended, gently pressing Eve into the heart of it. Tendrils of honeycomb extruded like eager fingers, weaving around her wrists, ankles, waist—soft at first, then hardening into amber-like resin. More honey poured from the walls, coating her skin, filling her mouth as she gasped, sealing her in translucent layers.
She became the living core: trapped, suspended, her body a vessel for endless production.
The curse deepened—her arousal, her very breath, would now feed the hive, secreting more honey to drip eternally from the combs.
Beelzebub stepped close, tracing a claw along Eve's cheek through the hardening shell.
"There--My Sweet Hive."
He murmured, voice buzzing with satisfaction.
"No more wandering.
No more wolf.
You
Belong to Gluttony
Now.
And
Oh, how we shall feast."
Far away, Aamon staggered to his feet in the empty ravine, body swollen from stings, mind still reeling with visions.
The honey's taste lingered on his tongue—addictive, tormenting. He would come for her. He would tear down the tree if he must.
But for now, the wasteland was silent—save for the distant, eternal drone of bees.
III
___
In the shadowed underbelly of the infernal realms, where the air hummed with the perpetual drone of unseen wings and the scent of forbidden nectar clung to every breath, Lilith strode through the twisted corridors of Beelzebub's domain.
Her black gold-threaded robes swirled around her like liquid night, the fabric whispering against her skin, accentuating the subtle swell of her breasts in a small, teasing cleavage that hinted at the ancient allure she wielded like a weapon.
Gold jewelry adorned her—bracelets that clinked softly with each purposeful step, rings that caught the dim, amber glow of dripping hives, earrings that dangled like forbidden fruits, and gold sandals that left faint imprints in the sticky residue coating the ground.
Her big, wild black hair cascaded down her back, a mane of untamed darkness that mirrored the chaos she embodied. She had come at the behest of a whisper from
Raum, the lone raven demon whose feathers gleamed like oil-slicked obsidian. Perched on a gnarled branch outside her desolate palace,
Raum had croaked his tale in a voice laced with sly amusement: how the wolf demon Aamon, with his feral hunger and prowling grace, had been taking liberties with Eve—Beelzebub's prized living human honey hive.
Eve, the embodiment of primal temptation, had been ensnared in Aamon's lair, her body a vessel of sweet excess, her moans echoing through the wilderness as the wolf demon claimed her in ways that blurred the line between dominance and devotion.
Raum's eyes had glittered with what Lilith now suspected was jealousy, a spark of envy for the passions he could only observe from afar. Jealousy, it seemed, was the spark that ignited Beelzebub's wrath.
The Lord of Flies, manifested in his grotesque human guise—long, greasy black hair matted against his sweat-slicked skin, shirtless torso rippling with infernal muscle beneath a completely brown leather suit jacket, vest, pants, and boots—had seethed in his ancient honey hive tree.
The tree itself was a colossal abomination, its bark pulsating like living flesh, honeycombs oozing golden nectar that dripped from every crevice, forming pools that shimmered with trapped souls.
Beelzebub, cigarette dangling from his lips, had exhaled a plume of acrid smoke that mingled with the sweet, buzzing hum vibrating through the combs.
His form dripped honey from every pore, a viscous trail that spoke of his insatiable excess, staining his leather attire and pooling at his feet. In a fit of possessive fury, Beelzebub had summoned his legions—a great, dense swarm of bees that blackened the sky like a living storm.
They descended upon Aamon's den, their stingers glinting like tiny daggers, their buzz a thunderous roar that drowned out the wolf demon's howls. Aamon fought valiantly, his claws slashing through the air, fur matted with honey and blood, but the swarm was relentless.
They enveloped Eve, her dark tan skin glistening under the assault, her long disheveled dark hair tangled and sticky. She knelt in surrender, her short dirty cotton dress clinging to her curves, the small cleavage heaving with each labored breath as honey streamed down her legs, warm and insistent, tracing paths that evoked shivers of unwelcome arousal.
The bees lifted her, a writhing cloud of wings and bodies carrying her through the ether, back to Beelzebub's tree prison, where she was sealed within a chamber of wax and amber, her body suspended in a web of dripping combs, the hum vibrating through her core like a lover's relentless touch.
Lilith arrived at the hive tree's threshold, her senses assaulted by the cloying sweetness. Raum had followed her discreetly, his raven form flitting from shadow to shadow, but now he revealed the full extent of the mischief: Beelzebub had abducted Eve from Aamon, claiming her as his own.
"The fly-lord grows bold," Raum had cawed, his beak clicking with delight. Lilith's eyes narrowed; she could see the threads of jealousy weaving through it all—Raum's own envy, perhaps, of the demons who indulged in flesh while he spied from afar.
Confronting Beelzebub in his throne chamber, a cavernous hollow within the tree where honey cascaded like golden waterfalls, Lilith demanded Eve's release. Beelzebub lounged against a pulsating comb, cigarette smoke curling around his greasy locks, honey trickling down his bare chest in rivulets that begged to be traced by eager fingers.
"She is mine now," he growled, his voice a buzzing timbre that sent vibrations through the air, stirring the combs into a sympathetic hum.
"Aamon had no right to taste what I cultivated."
Lilith stepped closer, her gold-threaded robes brushing against his leather-clad leg, the air thickening with tension.
"Eve belongs to our Master, the Devil Lucifer—Satan's pet?!"
She revealed, her voice a silken whip.
Beelzebub's eyes widened, the cigarette nearly dropping from his lips.
"Raum didn't tell me that much,"
He muttered, the buzz in his throat faltering. The revelation hung heavy, a damning truth that could summon Lucifer's ire.
Reluctantly, Beelzebub agreed to release any claims he had imposed upon Eve, his hand waving dismissively as the combs parted, revealing her kneeling form, honey still streaming down her thighs in erotic trails that pooled beneath her. But Lilith was not done.
As Eve gasped for breath, her body trembling from the imprisonment's lingering ecstasy—the honey's warmth seeping into her skin, awakening forbidden desires—Lilith negotiated fiercely.
"For the damages inflicted," she purred, her hand resting on Eve's shoulder, fingers trailing down to where the sticky nectar met flesh, "grant her one-third of your total bee population.
Let them be her swarming escorts, her workers, her pollinators to breathe life into my vast barren desolation."
Beelzebub's gaze darkened, but the threat of Lucifer's involvement loomed. To silence the matter before it reached the Master's ear, he acquiesced, summoning a third of his swarm—a buzzing horde that enveloped Eve in a protective cloud, their wings fanning her heated skin, their hum a soothing counterpoint to the tree's vibrations.
Lilith perceived the mischief's root: Raum's jealousy, spurring the chaos like a raven pecking at wounds. Beelzebub nodded in grim agreement, their eyes meeting in shared understanding.
As the trio emerged from the hive—Lilith hugging Eve close, her arms wrapping around the trembling woman in a embrace that blended rescue with rising desire, gold jewelry cool against Eve's honey-slicked skin—Beelzebub watched, cigarette smoldering.
The swarm followed, a living veil, as Lilith whispered promises into Eve's ear:
"You are free now, my sweet, but the nectar's call lingers. Let us turn this desolation into a garden of our own excesses."
Eve's breath hitched, her body arching into the hug, the erotic hum of the bees vibrating through them both, igniting sparks of demonic passion in the gothic gloom.
Lilith’s embrace around Eve tightened for a moment longer, her fingers threading through the younger woman’s honey-matted hair in a gesture that was equal parts comfort and possession.
The dark tan of Eve’s skin glistened under the amber glow filtering through the hive tree’s translucent walls; rivulets of golden nectar still traced lazy, sensual paths down the insides of her thighs, pooling beneath her knees where she remained crouched on the sticky floor.
The short, filthy cotton dress clung transparently to her curves, the small swell of her cleavage rising and falling with shallow, unsteady breaths. Around them the air thrummed—Eve’s newly granted swarm of bees forming a living halo, their wings stroking the humid atmosphere in soft, rhythmic pulses that sent involuntary shivers racing across her exposed flesh.
Lilith finally released her hold and straightened, turning her gaze back to Beelzebub.
The Lord of Flies stood motionless amid the cascading honeyfalls, cigarette pinched between thumb and forefinger, the ember flaring briefly as he drew a deep, contemplative drag.
Thick amber droplets slid from his greasy black hair, down the bare planes of his chest, soaking into the open edges of his brown leather jacket and vest until the material darkened and clung wetly to muscle.
His eyes—flat, compound-like in their inhuman gleam—tracked Lilith’s every movement.
“You will release her fully,” Lilith stated, voice low and edged with velvet menace.
“No lingering threads of claim, no residual pheromones woven into her blood. She walks free of this tree and of you.”
Beelzebub exhaled smoke in a slow, buzzing plume.
“Already granted. The swarm is hers—one third of my legions, as you demanded. Escorts, workers, pollinators. They answer to her now.”
Lilith’s lips curved, not quite a smile.
“The bees are compensation for Eve—for the violation of her body and will while she was under your so-called protection, and then stolen back like a piece of overripe fruit. Not for me.”
She let the correction hang between them, deliberate and sharp.
“Though I suspect you understand the broader ledger here, Lord of Excess. You have dragged Lucifer’s favored pet through your petty jealous games.
You have inconvenienced me. You have given Raum the opening he craved to stir mischief that could have reached the Master’s ear.”
Beelzebub’s jaw tightened; the cigarette trembled once between his lips before he steadied it.
He knew exactly what she implied. Silence bought at this price was cheap compared to the alternative.
“What do you want, daughter of the first rebellion?” he asked at last, voice roughened by smoke and the eternal hum in his throat.
Lilith stepped forward until the toes of her gold sandals nearly touched the spreading pool at his boots. She tilted her head, regarding him as one might study a particularly interesting specimen caught in amber.
“Consider it a token of goodwill,”
She murmured.
“A personal tithe. One hive from your deepest, richest comb—the one that produces the blackest, most intoxicating honey, the kind that burns slow and sweet on the tongue and lingers in dreams for centuries.
Deliver it to my palace by the next new moon.
Unsealed. Untouched. Along with a single queen from that strain, still fertile, still savage.”
Beelzebub’s compound gaze flickered—calculation, then resignation.
The black honey was rare even among demons; its potency could unravel inhibitions, amplify lusts, bind loyalties in ways no mortal contract ever could.
To part with even one hive was a steep price for discretion.
Yet the alternative—Lucifer learning that Beelzebub had mishandled His pet, that jealousy-fueled swarms and abductions had nearly exposed infernal squabbles to the Prince of Darkness—was far costlier.
“Done."
He Rasped.
“The hive and the queen will be yours before the moon turns.”
Lilith inclined her head in acknowledgment, then turned back to Eve.
She extended a hand; Eve took it, rising unsteadily to her feet. Fresh honey dripped from the hem of her ruined dress, sliding in warm, teasing trails down her calves.
The swarm adjusted instantly, a living veil that brushed against her skin in feather-light caresses, soothing the raw sensitivity left by days of captivity and excess.
“Come,”
Lilith said softly, drawing Eve against her side once more. One arm curled protectively around the smaller woman’s waist while the other hand cupped Eve’s chin, tilting her face upward.
Their eyes met—Eve’s wide and still glassy with aftershocks of sensation, Lilith’s dark and fathomless with promise.
“You are no one’s hive any longer,” Lilith whispered, thumb brushing a stray droplet of honey from Eve’s lower lip.
“You are mine to rebuild, to cherish, to ruin again if the mood takes us. And these bees?”
She gestured lightly; the swarm responded with a harmonious rise and fall, wings glinting like molten gold.
“They will guard you, serve you, taste you only when you permit it. A garden will bloom where there was only dust—and every blossom will remember your name.”
Eve’s breath caught. She leaned into the touch, lips parting on a sound that was half sob, half plea.
The bees answered with a deeper, more intimate hum, vibrating through bone and sinew until heat bloomed low in her belly once more.
Behind them, Beelzebub watched the two women depart, the great doors of living wax parting before them like obedient flesh.
He crushed the cigarette beneath his boot, grinding ember and ash into the sticky floor. Raum’s mischief had cost him dearly.
And yet, in the silence that followed, the hive tree’s eternal buzz seemed to carry a faint, mocking note of laughter—as though even the combs understood that jealousy, once loosed, was never truly contained.
. . .
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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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
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