MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS: EVE ENCOUNTERS THE DEMON WOLF AAMON I--II (PTSD)
MEETING DEITIES
&
DEMON SPIRITS
(PTSD DREAMS)
CREATED
BY
J. BECK
2026
MEETING DEITIES
&
DEMON SPIRITS:
EVE
ENCOUNTERS
THE DEMON WOLF
AAMON
I--II
AN
EROTIC DEMONIC
NARRATIVE
(PTSD DREAMS)
The sun hung low and merciless over the cracked, barren wasteland, turning the air into a shimmering furnace.
Eve—thirty, sun-scorched, her once-pale skin now a deep, glistening bronze—trudged barefoot across the desolation in the same threadbare chore dress she had worn for weeks. The thin cotton, once white, was now stained ochre and rust, clinging damply to her sweat-slicked body.
The neckline had torn slightly from snagging on thorn scrub; it gaped just enough to show the upper swell of her small, firm breasts whenever she bent forward. Long, tangled black hair hung in sweaty ropes across her shoulders and down her back; dark kohl, smudged days ago, rimmed her green eyes in a permanent, exhausted smolder.
She had been following the dry riverbed for hours, searching for any sign of water or shade. Then she heard it.
A thin, piteous bleat.
Not far ahead, somewhere down in the narrow ravine where the bed plunged between high walls of jagged rock and impenetrable thickets of acacia and Christ-thorn. Another bleat—higher, more desperate, the unmistakable sound of a newborn kid caught, perhaps, in the vicious barbs.
Eve’s heart clenched. She had always been soft for the helpless. Without hesitation she turned toward the sound, slipping down the steep, crumbling bank into the deepening shade of the ravine. The air immediately cooled, though it grew heavier, scented with something musky and mineral and wrong.
“Hold on, little one,” she murmured, pushing through the first curtain of thorns. They clawed at her arms, drew thin red lines across her forearms and the tops of her thighs where the dress rode up. She winced but pressed on, following the bleating that seemed to drift just ahead, always just out of sight, luring her deeper.
The thicket grew denser, almost cathedral-dark despite the hour. Twisted branches interlocked overhead, filtering the light into thin, dusty shafts. The ground underfoot turned from dry gravel to soft, black sand that sucked at her ankles.
The bleating stopped abruptly.
Silence pressed in.
Then—a low, wet huff of breath against the nape of her neck.
Eve froze.
She felt the heat of a massive body behind her before she saw it. Slowly, very slowly, she turned.
The black wolf stood less than six feet away on powerful hind legs, unnaturally upright. Its pelt was midnight incarnate, absorbing every scrap of light; no sheen, no highlight, only a perfect, liquid void. The face was pure wolf—long muzzle, tall ears, amber eyes burning like twin coals—but the proportions were wrong, stretched, almost man-like in the breadth of shoulders and length of limbs. Between the powerful thighs hung a thick, ridged sheath already partially swollen, the dark-pink tip already glistening and emerging.
And then the wolf smiled.
Human teeth. White. Sharp. Too many.
The shape rippled like heat off asphalt. Bones cracked softly, realigning. The muzzle shortened, ears rounded, fur receded in a slow, liquid wave until a man stood where the wolf had been—tall, leanly muscular, skin the color of old blood under moonlight.
Long, greasy black hair hung past his shoulders. Heavy black liner rimmed eyes that stayed the same feral amber. Shirtless, he wore only tight black leather trousers and tall boots. The same swollen, ridged length now strained obscenely against the leather, the head clearly outlined.
“Aamon,” he said, voice low and velvet-smooth, carrying the faintest echo of the kid’s bleat still lingering in the air. “You may call me that, little mother. Or simply… yours.”
Eve’s breath caught. She took one step back—thorns bit into her calves, pinning her in place.
“You tricked me,” she whispered.
“I called. You came.” He tilted his head, studying her the way a predator studies something already claimed.
“That is no trick. That is nature.”
He closed the distance in two strides. One clawed hand—still partially furred, black talons curved—caught her chin, tilting her face up.
The other slid around her waist, pulling her flush against him. She felt the furnace heat of his bare chest, the hard ridges of muscle, the insistent throb of his cock pressing through leather directly against her lower belly.
Eve’s hands came up instinctively, palms flat against his pectorals, meaning to push. Instead her fingers curled, nails digging in.
“No,” she breathed, but the word lacked force.
“Yes,” he purred, dipping his head. His tongue—longer than a man’s, rougher—dragged slowly up the side of her throat, tasting salt and dirt and fear-sweat.
“I’ve watched you walk this wasteland for days. Watched the way your hips sway when you’re tired. Watched your breasts rise and fall when you think no one sees. Watched you touch yourself at night under the stars, pretending your fingers are something thicker.”
Her face flamed. She tried to twist away; he only pressed her harder against the rough rock wall at her back, the thorns of the thicket caging them both like a living bower.
One taloned hand slid down, bunching the hem of her dress, dragging it upward inch by inch. Cool air kissed the soaked skin of her inner thighs. She wasn’t wearing anything beneath; she hadn’t for weeks in this heat. His fingers found her immediately—slick, swollen folds already betraying her.
“See?” he murmured against her ear. “Your body knows its master even if your mind still fights.”
Two thick fingers parted her, sliding deep in a single, slow thrust. Eve’s head fell back against stone with a choked cry. He pumped lazily, curling inside her, the rough pads of his fingertips dragging against every sensitive place.
“Please…”
Eve gasped, not even sure what she was begging for.
Aamon withdrew his fingers, brought them to his mouth, and sucked them clean with obscene deliberation, eyes never leaving hers.
Then he spun her around, pressing her front to the rock. Her palms slapped against stone; thorns pricked her breasts through the thin dress.
He yanked the fabric up over her hips, baring her completely. She heard the soft metallic scrape of leather laces being undone, then felt the blunt, searing heat of him notch against her entrance.
He didn’t ask.
He simply rolled his hips and sank inside her in one long, relentless glide.
Eve’s cry echoed off the ravine walls—half pain, half shattering pleasure. He was impossibly thick, ridged in a way no human man could be, every bump and vein dragging against her inner walls as he buried himself to the hilt. Her knees buckled; he caught her hips, holding her upright, claws pricking the soft flesh there.
Then he began to move.
Slow at first—long, deliberate withdrawals almost to the tip, then deep, punishing thrusts that slapped wetly against her ass. Each stroke forced a broken moan from her throat. Her nails scraped stone. Sweat dripped from her brow, ran between her breasts, soaked the front of her dress until it turned transparent.
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 sudden and violent—her whole body locking, inner walls clamping down so hard he snarled. He didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, prolonging the spasms until she was shaking, weeping, begging incoherently.
Only then did he allow himself release.
With a guttural roar he buried himself as deep as anatomy allowed and pulsed—hot, thick jets flooding her, spilling out around his shaft, running down her trembling thighs. He stayed locked inside her, grinding slowly, milking every last shudder from both of them.
When he finally withdrew, a gush of his seed followed, dripping onto the black sand.
He turned her gently this time, cradling her against his chest as her legs gave out entirely. She sagged there, panting, dazed, marked—red scratches on her thighs, bite marks blooming on her throat, his scent soaked into her skin.
A lone raven croaked once from a skeletal tree high above the ravine, watching.
Aamon pressed a surprisingly tender kiss to her sweat-damp forehead.
“Rest now, The First Mann's Second Wife.”
Aamon murmured.
“The night is long…
&
I am far from finished with you.”
II
The sun hung low and merciless over the cracked, barren wasteland, turning the air into a shimmering furnace. Eve—thirty, sun-scorched, her once-pale skin now a deep, glistening bronze—trudged barefoot across the desolation in the same threadbare chore dress she had worn for weeks.
The thin cotton, once white, was now stained ochre and rust, clinging damply to her sweat-slicked body. The neckline had torn slightly from snagging on thorn scrub; it gaped just enough to show the upper swell of her small, firm breasts whenever she bent forward.
Long, tangled black hair hung in sweaty ropes across her shoulders and down her back; dark kohl, smudged days ago, rimmed her green eyes in a permanent, exhausted smolder.
Days earlier, she had stumbled too close to a buzzing hollow in the rocks—a living hive of shadow and wings where Demon Beelzebub held court, his form a grotesque fusion of fly-lord and overflowing sweetness.
He had not taken her body then, only marked her with his essence: a curse of endless, dripping honey that seeped into her pores, her sweat, her very arousal.
Now she carried the cloying, intoxicating scent of it everywhere, a perfume no mortal could resist—and no demon could ignore.
She had been following the dry riverbed for hours, searching for any sign of water or shade. Then she heard it.
A thin, piteous bleat.
Not far ahead, somewhere down in the narrow ravine where the bed plunged between high walls of jagged rock and impenetrable thickets of acacia and Christ-thorn. Another bleat—higher, more desperate, the unmistakable sound of a newborn kid caught, perhaps, in the vicious barbs.
Eve’s heart clenched. She had always been soft for the helpless. Without hesitation she turned toward the sound, slipping down the steep, crumbling bank into the deepening shade of the ravine.
The air immediately cooled, though it grew heavier, scented with something musky and mineral and wrong—now undercut by the faint, persistent sweetness that clung to her own skin.
“Hold on, little one,” she murmured, pushing through the first curtain of thorns. They clawed at her arms, drew thin red lines across her forearms and the tops of her thighs where the dress rode up.
She winced but pressed on, following the bleating that seemed to drift just ahead, always just out of sight, luring her deeper.
The thicket grew denser, almost cathedral-dark despite the hour. Twisted branches interlocked overhead, filtering the light into thin, dusty shafts.
The ground underfoot turned from dry gravel to soft, black sand that sucked at her ankles. The bleating stopped abruptly.
Silence pressed in.
Then—a low, wet huff of breath against the nape of her neck.
Eve froze.
She felt the heat of a massive body behind her before she saw it. Slowly, very slowly, she turned.
The black wolf stood less than six feet away on powerful hind legs, unnaturally upright. Its pelt was midnight incarnate, absorbing every scrap of light; no sheen, no highlight, only a perfect, liquid void.
The face was pure wolf—long muzzle, tall ears, amber eyes burning like twin coals—but the proportions were wrong, stretched, almost man-like in the breadth of shoulders and length of limbs.
Between the powerful thighs hung a thick, ridged sheath already partially swollen, the dark-pink tip already glistening and emerging.
And then the wolf smiled.
Human teeth. White. Sharp. Too many.
The shape rippled like heat off asphalt. Bones cracked softly, realigning. The muzzle shortened, ears rounded, fur receded in a slow, liquid wave until a man stood where the wolf had been—tall, leanly muscular, skin the color of old blood under moonlight.
Long, greasy black hair hung past his shoulders. Heavy black liner rimmed eyes that stayed the same feral amber. Shirtless, he wore only tight black leather trousers and tall boots.
The same swollen, ridged length now strained obscenely against the leather, the head clearly outlined.
“Aamon,” he said, voice low and velvet-smooth, carrying the faintest echo of the kid’s bleat still lingering in the air. “You may call me that, little mother. Or simply… yours.”
Eve’s breath caught. She took one step back—thorns bit into her calves, pinning her in place.
“You tricked me.”
She whispered.
“I called. You came.” He tilted his head, studying her the way a predator studies something already claimed. “That is no trick. That is nature.”
He closed the distance in two strides. One clawed hand—still partially furred, black talons curved—caught her chin, tilting her face up.
The other slid around her waist, pulling her flush against him. She felt the furnace heat of his bare chest, the hard ridges of muscle, the insistent throb of his cock pressing through leather directly against her lower belly.
His nostrils flared. That scent—thick, golden, impossible sweetness—hit him like a drug. “What is this?” he growled, voice rougher now, edged with hunger.
“You reek of the Hive-Lord’s touch. Beelzebub’s honey clings to you… inside you.”
His amber eyes darkened, pupils blowing wide. The knowledge vexed him—another prince had tasted her first, even if only in essence.
Eve’s breath caught harder.
She tried to twist away; he only pressed her harder against the rough rock wall at her back, the thorns of the thicket caging them both like a living bower.
One taloned hand slid down, bunching the hem of her dress, dragging it upward inch by inch.
Cool air kissed the soaked skin of her inner thighs.
She wasn’t wearing anything beneath; she hadn’t for weeks in this heat.
His fingers found her immediately—slick, swollen folds already betraying her.
“See?” he murmured against her ear. “Your body knows its master even if your mind still fights.”
Two thick fingers parted her, sliding deep in a single, slow thrust. Eve’s head fell back against stone with a choked cry.
He pumped lazily, curling inside her, the rough pads of his fingertips dragging against every sensitive place.
“Please…”
She gasped
Not even sure what she was begging for.
Aamon withdrew his fingers, brought them to his mouth, and sucked them clean with obscene deliberation, eyes never leaving hers.
Then he spun her around, pressing her front to the rock. Her palms slapped against stone; thorns pricked her breasts through the thin dress.
He yanked the fabric up over her hips, baring her completely. She heard the soft metallic scrape of leather laces being undone, then felt the blunt, searing heat of him notch against her entrance.
He didn’t ask.
He simply rolled his hips and sank inside her in one long, relentless glide.
Eve’s cry echoed off the ravine walls—half pain, half shattering pleasure.
He was impossibly thick, ridged in a way no human man could be, every bump and vein dragging against her inner walls as he buried himself to the hilt.
Her knees buckled; he caught her hips, holding her upright, claws pricking the soft flesh there.
Then he began to move.
Slow at first—long, deliberate withdrawals almost to the tip, then deep, punishing thrusts that slapped wetly against her ass.
Each stroke forced a broken moan from her throat. Her nails scraped stone. Sweat dripped from her brow, ran between her breasts, soaked the front of her dress until it turned transparent.
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 apocalyptic—her body convulsing, walls clamping like iron around his ridged cock.
Then the curse detonated. A torrent of molten, golden honey surged from her depths—thick as syrup, shimmering with unnatural iridescence, flooding out in rhythmic pulses that drenched his shaft, their joining, and her thighs in sticky rivers.
The ravine reeked of it: cloying honeycomb fused with brimstone and overripe forbidden fruit, a scent that clawed into the brain.
Aamon's world tilted. The first taste—licked from her sweat-slick hair—ignited the toxin. His amber eyes dilated to black pits; pupils swallowed the irises.
“What… is this poison-sweetness…”
He rasped, voice fracturing. Grayanotoxin-like venom from Beelzebub's hive coursed through him via tongue and lungs, binding to his nerves, warping sodium channels into endless fire.
The frenzy exploded.
He wrenched her hips back, pounding in short, erratic bursts as hallucinations crashed over him: the ravine walls melted into writhing black hives, thousands of shadow-flies buzzing in hypnotic patterns; whirling lights spun like infernal stars; tunnel vision narrowed the world to Eve's glistening form, her skin glowing with golden veins that pulsed like living honeycombs.
He saw her as both sacred temptress and monstrous queen—horns flickering in shadow, wings of translucent wax unfurling from her back—then back to fragile mortal flesh.
“More—fuck, give me more—” he snarled, delirium stripping his control. His tongue lashed wildly, lapping at every sticky trail: neck, shoulders, hair now matted and gleaming.
Each swallow amplified the high—euphoric waves crashed into terror: whispers in his ears (Beelzebub's mocking laughter, promises of endless gluttony), numbness tingling up his limbs, vertigo making the rock face seem to spin.
He bit harder, sucking greedily, as if devouring her could purge the visions or claim them.
The honey kept gushing—each of Eve's aftershocks triggered fresh floods, coating him in golden slickness.
He scooped it with claws, sucked his fingers clean with desperate slurps, eyes rolling back as psychedelic opticals intensified: colors inverted, shadows grew teeth,
Eve's face warped into smiling demon-masks then back to anguished beauty.
Eve felt echoes—secondary intoxication seeping through skin and mingled fluids:
Lightheaded euphoria, tingling warmth spreading from her core, blurred edges to reality where the thorns seemed to bloom into flowers, the raven above multiplied into a flock of black eyes watching from infinity.
She moaned, half-lost in the haze, her surrender deepening as the toxin blurred pain into bliss.
Aamon spun her to face him without withdrawing, hoisting her legs around his waist, pinning her to the rock.
His mouth devoured hers in a frenzied kiss—tongue plunging, chasing honey in her mouth, tasting his own warped reflections.
Hallucinations peaked: he saw infernal courts, gluttonous feasts where he fed eternally on her sweetness; heard choral whispers urging him to consume, consume, consume.
Vexed jealousy flared—“Beelzebub’s taint… but I’ll burn it out with my own hunger”—fueling savage thrusts that forced more honey from her, more visions into him.
Only then did release hit—roaring as he flooded her, seed mixing with hallucinogenic overflow in a decadent, glowing mess. He ground through it, hips stuttering, tongue still lapping obsessively at her throat, collarbone, lips—unable to stop even as the peak ebbed.
The toxin lingered, leaving him trembling, eyes glassy, mind fractured between ecstasy and madness.
He cradled her limp form as her legs failed, both slick and marked—scratches, bites, golden streaks everywhere.
She sagged against him, dazed in euphoric afterglow; he rocked gently, still buried deep, whispering hoarsely through fading delirium.
“Rest now, Adam's Second Wife--Eve.”
He murmured
Voice raw
Fingers tracing sticky, glowing trails.
“That Honey…
It shows me Heavens & Hells in you.
I see everything—your corruption, my ruin.
And Yet-- I crave it still.
Night after Night…
I’ll drink until the visions consume us both.”
A lone raven croaked from the skeletal tree high above the ravine, its eye reflecting fractured golden light.
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
EVE ECOUNTERS
SHAPESHIFTING WOLF DEMON AAMON
(PTSD DREAMS)
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/02/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-eve_11.html?m=1
PICTORIAL NARRATIVE
. . .
(TO BE CONTINUED)
MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:
EVE CONTINUES--YET
SECRET LIASON W/"THE TEMPTER"
SATAN’S DEMON SERPENT
&
BITTER BANISHMENT
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/02/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-eve_19.html?m=1
MEETING
DEITIES & DEMON
SPIRITS:
DEMONESS LILITH
TAUNTING & TEMPTING
ADAM
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/02/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-demoness_8.html?m=1
(PTSD DREAMS)
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:
DISCOVERING
THE INKY BLACK ABYSS II
PICTORIAL NARRATIVE
https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/02/meeting-deities-demon-spirits_10.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
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