WOLFISM XXXII from Wolfie's blog

Hail the Darkness!

Demon of Shame: HAIL! I feel you press me in from all sides. I feel you all along the length and breadth of all of my skin. I was not the self that I thought I was. How can I be this other self? I have treacherously betrayed what I thought were my convictions! Do I deserve even to live?

Demon of Humiliation: HAIL! I feel you burn like real heat. My face, my ears, my shoulders – they’re on fire! How can I face ever again the ones who did this to me? How can I show my face in public? I have shown myself to be weak and stupid! They were right to mock and kick me. To laugh and taunt me. I am beneath them.

Demon of Outrage: HAIL! I feel you pull me forward. Your hooks in my jaw, at my collar bone, in my shoulders, at my chest – they tug at me! I must leap upon this creature that dared perpetrate what I cannot – what I will not – allow to pass unpunished. I must teach it the error of its ways and the lesson must be unforgettable. Let there be PAIN!

Demon of Contempt: HAIL! I feel you stretching me toward the sky. The skin, bones, and muscles from my head to my feet are pulled taut like rubber bands and I feel taller, like a giant. This – this thing – is small like a bug, so small, so easy for me to squash underfoot. But I will not. I will capture it instead and pull off its limbs one by one. If it screams – I will laugh. Why not? It exists for my amusement.

Demon of Animosity: HAIL! I feel your adrenalin pump in my veins. I feel you alter my state of consciousness. Every part of my body is on high alert. I am poised and ready to pounce. The enemy has entered my domain. The truce is broken. All peace is expelled from my pores. My world has a new name: Battlefield.

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!