MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS: DEMON ABADDON VISITS ALIEN DEMONESS LYDIA

 

MEETING

DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS

DEMON ABADDON

VISITS

ALIEN DEMONESS

LYDIA

CREATED 

BY

J. BECK

2026

Abaddon exhaled a plume of cigar smoke that twisted into fleeting, screaming faces before dissipating. He leaned back in the chair, the organic frame groaning softly as it adjusted to his weight like a living thing tasting its meal.

"You always did have a flair for the dramatic, sister. Architect. Catalyst." He chuckled again, but this time there was no warmth in it. "Tell me, when your precious Locusts strip the meat from the bones of every city, will you still feel like the savior? Or will you finally see what you've built?"

Lydia's fingers tightened around the hookah hose until the dark threads of her garment shifted, almost as if alive. A low vibration hummed through the floor—something massive moving through the station's veins. One of her creations, patrolling.

"They obey me," she whispered, more to convince herself than him. "I gave them purpose. Hunger with direction."

Abaddon's faded eyes narrowed. "Nothing with that much hunger stays leashed for long. Not even for you."

The bioluminescent fungus on the ceiling pulsed brighter for a moment, casting sickly green light across both their faces. In the distance, something screamed—short, wet, and abruptly silenced.

Lydia smiled then. A small, jagged thing that didn't reach her glowing amber eyes.

The heavy, cloying scent of hookah smoke, laced with a strange, bioluminescent fungus, filled the Giger Bar.  It wasn't a pleasant smell, but it was familiar, and familiarity, even twisted and unnatural, was a kind of comfort. 

Lydia, a woman whose beauty possessed a jagged, almost skeletal edge, lay sprawled upon a couch that was less furniture and more an extension of the space station's organic architecture.  Her cleavage, bared beneath a garment that seemed woven from dark, shimmering threads, was a stark contrast to the rough-hewn black rock that formed the room's walls and ceiling.  She looked less human than hybrid, a delicate interplay of elegance and predatory grace, her eyes occasionally flashing with an otherworldly amber light.

A large green glass, half-empty, stood on a low table beside her, alongside the intricate hooka.  She took a slow, languid pull from the hose, the smoke curling around her like a living thing.  Her brooding was meticulous, a complex symphony of dark thoughts and even darker intentions. 

For years, she had been cultivating the Armored shield Locust demons – an abomination, she knew, but one born from a twisted desire for order, a desperate attempt to save the world from its own chaotic decay.  These creatures, silent and relentless, were to be her instrument, the vanguard of the coming cleansing.

The heavy thud of footsteps broke her reverie.  The door creaked open, revealing a man who was as imposing as he was unexpected.  His long, greasy silver hair, slicked back, caught the bioluminescent light, throwing odd shadows across his face. 

His eyes, though faded with age, still held a piercing intensity, a reminder of a lifetime of manipulation and ambition. This was Abaddon, a demon of some repute, though his true nature was buried beneath a veneer of human respectability, manifested in his impeccable black suit.

He didn't bother with pleasantries.  He walked straight to a chair opposite Lydia, carefully placing his rum glass and cigar on the table. 

“So, this is where you hide, sister,” he drawled, his voice a gravelly rumble.  “Cultivating your little monsters, waiting for the end of days?”

Lydia sat up, the hookah hose still in hand.  “It’s not ‘hiding’, Abaddon.  It’s preparation.”  She took another sip of the green liquid.  “The world is rotting.  It needs to be pruned.”
Abaddon chuckled, a dry, dusty sound. 

 “Pruned?  With Armored shield Locusts?  You’re creating a horde of ravenous demons, Lydia.  You’re not saving the world; you’re feeding it to the abyss.”

Lydia’s amber eyes flared.  “And what would you have me do?  Watch as humanity tears itself apart, drowned in their own triviality and greed?”  She gestured towards the wall, a tapestry of intricate organic carvings that seemed to pulsed with a dim, disturbing life.  

“Look at this station.  It’s a monument to an earlier age, an age when aliens ruled.  When they brought order.  They knew that sometimes, you have to burn the field to save the crop.”

Abaddon watched her with a mixture of amusement and concern.  “You’re deluded, Lydia.  You think you can control them?  Those creatures are primal hunger.  They will devour everything.”

He picked up his cigar, rolling it between his fingers.  “And who will you be in this new world of yours?  A queen?  A goddess?”
Lydia leaned forward, the intensity in her eyes burning with a cold fire.  “No, Abaddon.  I am the architect.  I am the catalyst.  The world must change.  And I will make sure it does.”

Abaddon took a long drag from his cigar, the smoke mixing with the hookah’s tendrils.  “And when the dust settles, when all that is left is the rubble and the empty husks of your ‘monsters’, what then?”

Lydia didn't answer. She leaned back, eyes reflecting the bizarre light of the Giger Bar. She took another slow pull from the hookah, her gaze lost in the complex, frightening landscape of her own design.

The End Times were coming, and she was ready.  But whether she was the world’s savior or its destroyer, only time, and the relentless march of her creations, would tell.

This event represents a shift to supernatural, demonic torment in the Book of Revelation, 
The air in the Giger Bar thickened, the green absinthe fumes swirling with the heavy musk of Abaddon’s cigar. He stood, his black suit absorbing the dim bioluminescence of the station’s ribbed walls, and moved with a predatory stillness toward the couch.
Lydia tracked him with her amber gaze, her body tensing with a hybrid’s coiled power. As he approached, she didn't recoil; she arched her back further against the obsidian-hued cushions, the movement a deliberate invitation.

"Five months, Lydia," Abaddon murmured, his voice like grinding tectonic plates as he leaned over her. He placed one hand on the organic armrest, boxing her in. "The first woe. A short season for such a magnificent harvest of agony."

He reached out, his fingers—calloused and smelling of old sulfur—tracing the line of her throat. Between his thumb and forefinger, he held a shimmering, obsidian-black grain: a singular germ of his demonic seed, pulsing with a faint, rhythmic heartbeat.

"The bottomless pit is parched," he whispered, his face inches from hers. "It hungers for the key. My locusts need a queen's precision to ensure they strike only those without the Seal. No grass, no trees—just the soft, unbranded flesh of the faithless."

Lydia’s tongue darted out, tasting the ionized air between them. She reached up, her fingers tangling in his greasy silver hair, pulling him down until their foreheads touched.

With her free hand, she guided his wrist toward her midsection, where the dark fabric of her dress pulsed. Beneath the surface, the faint, translucent shapes of her armored eggs shifted like pearls in oil.

"And you think your seed is potent enough to harden their carapaces?" she taunted, her voice a low, melodic hiss. "My eggs are ancient, Abaddon. They require a specific kind of... destruction to ignite."

"I am the King of the Abyss, my love," he countered, his eyes darkening to a void-like black. "I don't just ignite; I consume."
He pressed the grain against the skin above her bodice. The moment it touched her, a spark of sickly violet light jumped between them. A low, guttural vibration shook the station—the sound of the fifth trumpet’s echo.

She gasped, her body shuddering as the fertilization process began—a metaphysical mingling of his demonic essence into her alien biology.


"The star has already fallen, Apollyon," she breathed, her grip on his hair tightening into a sharp, painful tug. "The smoke is rising. Tell me again... how will they scream when the Abyss opens?"

"Like a choir of broken glass," Abaddon smiled, the cigar smoke leaking from his teeth as he watched his dark germ sink into her skin, seeking the cluster of eggs waiting to be unleashed upon the world. "And you, my dark architect, will be the one who hums the melody."

The cat-and-mouse game had shifted; the hunter and the huntress were now a single, blackened knot of prophecy, preparing the "First Woe" while the stars outside the vertical wheel turned the color of blood.
Came the visual transformation of the locust eggs as they absorb Abaddon's essence.

The hookah smoke hung thicker now, almost syrupy, as Abaddon rose from his chair with predatory slowness. His black suit seemed to drink in the bioluminescent glow, the fabric rippling like living chitin.

He circled the couch where Lydia reclined, his gaze dragging over the sharp lines of her collarbones, the shadowed valley of her cleavage, the way her dark garment clung to the subtle ridges of what might have been alien exoskeleton beneath pale skin.

“King of the Locusts,” he murmured, voice low and rough as gravel dragged across velvet. “Apollyon. The Destroyer. That’s what your precious scriptures call me, sister. And here you are… breeding my children before the Fifth Trumpet even sounds.”

Lydia’s amber eyes tracked him, half-lidded, a dangerous smile playing at her lips. She took another slow pull from the hookah, then exhaled a plume that formed fleeting shapes—tiny winged horrors.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Abaddon. I’m not waiting for your biblical cue. I’ve already opened the pit right here.” She tapped one sharp nail against her lower abdomen, where something faintly pulsed beneath the skin. “My eggs are ripe. Alien. Engineered. Waiting for the right… infestation.”

He stopped behind her, large hands settling on the back of the couch, caging her without quite touching. The heat of his body rolled over her like furnace breath.

“Careful, Lydia. The star falls, the key turns, smoke rises…” His fingers brushed the side of her neck, tracing the faint, glowing veins that weren’t entirely human. “And then I come. Not as your brother. Not as your ally. As the angel of the Abyss.”

She arched subtly into the almost-touch, a cat offering its throat while ready to bite.

“Then come, Destroyer. Fertilize them. Let your demonic seed germ mingle with my brood. We’ll rehearse the Tribulation right here on this couch.” Her voice dropped to a husky whisper. “Fifth Trumpet. Bottomless Pit. Locusts with iron breastplates—your armored shields—tormenting the unsealed for five months. But we both know you won’t stop at torment.”

Abaddon’s chuckle vibrated against her ear as he finally leaned in, chest pressing to her back. One broad hand slid down her front, possessively cupping the swell of her breast through the shimmering fabric, thumb circling the hardened peak. “No. I won’t.

My spawn will devour. They’ll wear crowns of gold and have women’s hair and lions’ teeth… and they’ll answer only to me.” His other hand drifted lower, palm pressing firm over her belly where her alien eggs waited. “But first, I plant the key.”

Lydia gasped softly as his fingers found the hidden slit in her garment, parting it. She was already slick, warm, pulsing with unnatural bioluminescence that glowed faintly between her thighs. She twisted just enough to catch his mouth in a biting kiss—teeth and tongues warring like rival demons—then broke it with a wicked laugh.

“Only those without the seal,” she purred against his lips, guiding his hand deeper. Two thick fingers sank into her, curling, stroking the ridged inner walls that felt more like velvet-lined chitin than flesh. “Will you torment me, Apollyon? Or will you fill me?”

He growled, the sound ancient and hungry. “Both.”

With a fluid motion he pulled her up, turning her to face him. The couch reshaped itself beneath them—organic architecture yielding like willing flesh. Abaddon shed his jacket and shirt, revealing a torso etched with shifting demonic sigils that glowed the same sickly green as the fungus. His cock sprang free—thick, ridged, the head already weeping iridescent demonic pre-seed that smelled of smoke and brimstone.

Lydia pushed him back, straddling him in one graceful, predatory movement. She hovered above his throbbing length, letting the glowing tip kiss her slick folds. “Say it,” she whispered, rocking her hips in teasing circles, coating him. “Rehearse the woe.”

His hands gripped her sharp hips hard enough to leave bruises on softer creatures. “The star falls… the pit opens…” He thrust up just enough to breach her entrance, stretching her with the first thick inch. “Smoke darkens the sun…”

Lydia sank down slowly, inch by deliberate inch, moaning as his demonic girth filled her completely, pressing against the clutch of waiting alien eggs deep inside. The sensation was obscene—his pulsing heat flooding her, seed germ already leaking, seeking, mingling.

“And the locusts emerge,” she finished breathlessly, beginning to ride him in a slow, rolling rhythm. Each downward stroke ground her clit against his base while his ridged shaft rubbed every sensitive inner wall. “Wearing armor like iron… your armor… torment for five months…”

Abaddon’s eyes blazed. He thrust up harder, hands guiding her faster, the wet sounds of their joining mixing with the hookah’s faint bubbling. “They have tails like scorpions… and in them is the power to hurt men five months.” He sat up, mouth latching onto one of her breasts, sucking hard as he drove deeper. “But you, Lydia… you’ll carry my spawn beyond the woe. My queen of the coming darkness.”

Their pace turned feral—cat and mouse forgotten in raw demonic courtship. Lydia’s inner walls fluttered and clenched, milking him, her alien biology actively drawing his seed deeper toward her eggs. When he finally roared and flooded her, thick ropes of glowing demonic essence pumping straight against her clutch, she cried out in triumph. The fertilization was immediate, visible in the faint bioluminescent glow spreading through her belly as his germ took root.

She collapsed against his chest, both of them panting, smoke and sweat and sex thick in the air.

Abaddon stroked her spine, voice rough with satisfaction. “The First Woe has begun, sister. Right between your legs.”

Lydia smiled against his neck, already feeling the new hybrid life stirring.

“Perfect,”

She whispered.

“Now the real pruning can begin.”

The handshake finally ends. 

The Doomsday Watch is snapped shut with an audible metallic click that rolls across Salisbury Plain like distant thunder. 
Two glasses are raised in a silent toast. 

Cigar smoke swirls upward, momentarily blotting out the faint smear of the Milky Way.


Then, without another gesture, the two supreme commanders turn and walk in opposite directions—toward the northeast and southwest avenues respectively—disappearing into the night as though they had never been corporeal at all.

Behind them, the six animal princes remain exactly where they are, frozen in tableau, listening to the silence that follows the departure of the two most dangerous beings ever to walk the final chapters of human history.

The Stones of Stonehenge, five thousand years old, have seen many things.

But they have never seen anything quite like the calm, cigar-scented, rum-sipping prelude to Armageddon.

MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS: Secret Meeting At Stonehenge (Satan & Abaddon) https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-secret.html?m=1… DISCUSSING REVELATION & THE END TIMES

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

ABADDON

THE

DEMON DESTROYER 

MEETING

THE BLACK MOTH

(SOFI)

AT

HELLMOUTH LOUNGE 

.  .  .

(TO BE CONTINUED)

MORE

BLACK MOTH 

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

MEETING DEITIES & DEMON SPIRITS:

LILITH & ASTAROTH

ENCOUNTER

"SEVEN IS DIVINE"

https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-deities-demon-spirits-lilith.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 DEMON SPIRITS

AAMON & MORMO

(BLACK DEMON WOLVES)

https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-demon-spirits-aamon-mormo-black.html?m=1

g-demons-ptsd-dreams-carmela.html?m=1

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)

FROM

THE

YOUNG SOPRANOS

https://t.co/HJtlwxodYl

THE YOUNG SOPRANOS

APPENDIX III

THE GHOST OF TONY SOPRANO

APPEARS TO CARMELA

https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/11/the-young-sopranos-appendix-iii-ghost.html?m=1

MEETING DEMONS

(PTSD DREAMS)

CARMELA

VISITING THE MADONNA

(PICTORIAL NARRATIVE)

ENCOUNTERS

DEMON ASMODEUS

https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-demons-ptsd-dreams-carmela_5.html?m=1

MEETING DEMONS

(PTSD DREAMS)

CARMELA ENCOUNTERS DEMON

ASMODEUS VISITING THE MADONNA

https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2026/01/meeting-demons-ptsd-dreams-carmela.html?m=1

FURTHER INTRODUCTIONS

OF DEMONIC DEITIES

LAMIA & JOHN KEATS

(PTSD DREAMS)

https://youngsopranos.blogspot.com/2025/12/further-introductions-of-demonic.html?m=1

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

"TOYS IN THE ATTIC"

AEROSMITH--1975

https://youtu.be/GNbVW12E_Sc?si=TOtdbGW9o-rRDrvF

"MATTY ORLANDO"

INSPIRED

BY:

LEON:  THE PROFESSIONAL

(1994)

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