WOLFISM XXX from Wolfie's blog

Hail the Darkness!

Demon of Anger: HAIL! I feel you inflate me like steam in a balloon. I feel you behind my eyes, and in my jaw, my shoulders, my spine, and my loins. I see my antagonist painted red. I long to stomp! I long to crack bones, to crush and grind bones.

Demon of Sadness: HAIL! I feel you well up inside me like hot water filling a basin. I feel you behind my eyes, and in my throat, my chest, and my stomach. I have endured a great loss. I long to lie down, to wither and die, and be buried. But I do not, for I live, and what lives must go on living.

Demon of Fear: HAIL! I feel you jolt me like an arc of electric current. I feel you in the back of my head, all over my face, in my shoulders and elbows, in my loins, and in my knees, ankles, and feet. It came suddenly: Danger! I need to run. Away from here, to somewhere else – I need to run!    

Demon of Aversion: HAIL! I feel you pulling me like strings knotted to my insides. I feel your tug in my eyes, in the front and back of my head, in my neck and shoulders, in my knees, ankles, and feet. This – this thing – it is not to my liking. It must not touch me, nor be near enough to me that I can smell it.  

Hail the Darkness!

(Any of the above can be incorporated into cathartic ritual if it fits your infernal aesthetic. You can of course modify them if your own bodily experience differs from mine.)

“Hello Darkness, my old friend.” ISCHYROS DIAVOLOS!