On 9/6/12, Serpentfire666 <
firebird894@... wrote:
Thats one side of Him He does afterall have a very important and serious job
to do. There is a lot more to Him though as I am finding out. He really
loves his Wolf He has a great respect and love for wilderness and wild
animals especially the alpha predators. This is what I am feeling from Him.
I ask what else can We do here for you what matters to you The Gods of Hell
are our friends and We should make an effort to get to know them better, few
if any have bothered before or even care about our Gods at least for a long
time.
One thing that I got just now from Him is we can do things here for the wild
Wolves that are threatened by hunting and loss of habitat. And this creation
of 'pet' wolfdogs just because people can make these halfbreeds dosn't mean
they should. It is an insult to the nature of the Wolf and most of these
hybrids are bought by idiots as a status symbol and end up in shelters being
destroyed or abandoned. Don't support it. Let a wolf be a wolf and a dog be
a dog and appreciate and respect them for what they are.
Hail Satan.
--- In
[url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], Allison P <apocalypseofjon@... wrote:
Yay Andras! Bet he looks bad ass! Hail Father Satan always! Hail my
Lord Andras!
On 9/5/12, Serpentfire666 <firebird894@... wrote:
Andras again
This one I really enjoyed drawing it started out as
another
Demon I found a photo of a man with a sword I liked it reminded me of
someone and as I got to the face it started changing. I felt as though
someone else wanted a portrait and I soon found out who it was. I don't
know
if he really looks like this or if it was a 'look' he wanted for the
peice,
the 'I mean serious fucking buisness face' I just let Him guide my hand
and
did my best. He has some more requests I will start on soon. Andras is
a
really fun Demon I enjoyed His company while drawing Him he has a sense
of
humour that is quite unique but you would not want to piss Him off.
Loud
music, late nights and drawing Demons and lots of coffee must have gone
through a whole jar lol.
http://s1063.photobucket.com/albums/t50 ... ndras2.jpg
Some of my other links will no longer be working as I moved all my own
stuff
into a new folder.
hail Satan
--- In
[url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "Serpentfire666" <firebird894@
wrote:
This is the first part of a story I am writing. I have not written any
fiction for over 10 years so I am pretty rusty, this is only a draft
and
it isn't finished Im making it up as I go actually.
I hope you all enjoy it so far I will keep working on it and post some
more soon. I wish there was more Satanic fiction and films around sadly
I
wouldn't know where to look if they exist. So I decided to start
writing
some myself.
This is called the Ravens of Devils bend and I am basing it in the
olden
times of outback Australia just for something different
The Ravens of Devils Bend
By Firebird (SerpentFire666)
32 years She had lived on the dusty sun drenched scrub plain of the
far
west of NSW Australia. She had settled in the land of the red dust and
burning sun a no mans land as a young child and it was all she had
ever
known. She had been raised a catholic by strict parents in the small
town
of Devil's bend.
A small and close community with no room for secrets a place where to
even
think a sinfull thought brought upon you the eyes of the stuffy
housewives
with their brooms dusting the red sand from their porches every
afternoon.
Eyes as cold as a winters frost baring down on all who walked past
their
dwellings like the eyes of lions surveying their prey.
A pretty young girl recieves the eyes of suspicion most of all,
especially
one alone with a mind that wanders outside the bounds of the small
world
that surrounds her.
With golden blonde hair and eyes like a deep dark pool of mystery as a
young girl she had been a dreamer. She dreamed of lands far away she
had
never seen. Of a world beyond Devils bend.
Her most treasured possesion an old worn book filled with tales of
Ancient
worlds, drawings of far distant lands and times long past. Worlds of
mystery and intrigue. Of ancient monuments and strange Gods.
Such a book in Devils bend a town of ridicule and heavy morals she
kept
hidden. She had once found this book, as if by magic laying beneath an
old
ghost gum tree on a rock by old church creek. Such named as it ran
right
through the grounds of the only church in town, a track leading down
from
the old town graveyard, through a thicket of rough scrub and saltbush,
down dusty old tracks where snakes basked in the hot afternoon sun.
As a child this was Sally's playground. Away from the frosty eyes of
the
old women and her parents, out of the sight of the church priest and
the
wrinkly old nuns. Away went Sally into her dreamworld of nature. Where
the
creek trickled by carrying their precious waters through this barren
land
on the edge of the desert. beaneath towering ghostly white tree trunks
that stood a hundred years or more watching over the waters, their
roots
gripping at the rockface beside the narrow track. Rocks as old as time
or
older forming patterns under the moving sun of colour and form, little
lizards and critters dashing between them. It was like another world,
tiny
caves with spiders and webs, birds of every colour swarming to catch a
lazy bug.
It was so quiet down by church creek. The only people near long dead
and
burried in the hard packed red dirt atop the hill.
So by Church creek she found this book and never knew from where it
came.
It only made her little playground all the more mysterious and
magical.
She did remember the old black raven that would watch her from a tree,
a
big old tree with peeling bark and scribbly patterns like strange
symbols
in the trunk beneath. As a layer of bark would peel back a new marking
would appear. Sally would sit some days half an hour or more studying
the
trunk imagining what the symbols could mean. Old scribbly gum it was
called. She had an imagination as wild as a hurricane and just as
dangerous her mother would say. But Sally couldn't hear a word she had
been born deaf. What she loved were her books, her strange tales and
stories that would carry her away to another time and place a world
away
from her life. She would stare at the pictures and imagine she was
there
inside them. That she was stood beneath the great Giza Pyramid or
exploring through deep tunnels for burried treasure. Or she could be
deep
in the jungle stumbling upon an ancient statue never before seen. She
would imagine what the Gods would really look like. Who were they?
Sally had never been too fond of bible stories and this drew the scorn
of
her teachers and family. They took her to the town priest for a
whipping.
The Devis child they called her. Deaf so as not to hear the words of
god.
So they tried to beat it into her instead.
Deaf perhaps but far from a fool she was a very bright girl with a mind
of
her own and could not at her tender age understand her wrongs or why
she
found herself so often alone. The world of the adults made no sense to
her
she would watch their faces curl up and redden in anger and see their
mouths open wide in what was a rampage of verbal assaults and curses
upon
her but all she saw was what looked like a head of a tyrant that could
blow right off the shoulders. Her imagination liked to play with this
and
bring a giggle, she would try to stiffle it but it would slip out and
further enrange her elders.
Sally would sneak off after school to daydream by her scribbly gum she
just couldn't bare to go home until the sun began to set and the night
chill took to the air.
The beatings were un relenting day after day. Good catholics her
parents
were and much respected in old Devils Bend. However their daughter...
was
an embarrasment bringing shame upon the family. How was young Sally to
understand the stupidity of those so much older and steeped in
biblical
teachings? All Sally knew was the bible was boring and frightning and
it
didn't have any PICTURES! Besides her gods were not there. There was
only
a tale of one god and he was always angry. Sally had enough anger to
deal
with already she didn't need another old crackpot adding anymore fear
to
her already terrifying and miserable world.
She had her escape, her secret place. Her old friend the raven and the
black snake. She even prefered the company of the spiders that spun
their
webs amongst the rocks and twigs.
All through Sally's childhood Church creek was her haven. A spellbound
world of her own where her imagination could run as wild as a tornado.
Where ancient Gods would as she imagined watch her from the rocks, the
trees and smile upon her, comfort her. As she grew older she went away
for
a time to boarding school in the city. Teenage life took over and she
forgot about church creek, the Raven, the black snake and The Gods.
She
forgot about those ancient Pyramids and a world away from the abuse of
her
childhood she struggled in a new world of concrete and towers and busy
streets, people always rushing here and there about her. All she could
hear was a silence and see a scene of chaos around her. She had new
struggles in the city at least noone was cursing her.
Many years Sally was absent from Devils bend. And perhaps by now you
dear
reader are wondering how such a god fearing small country town could
find
itself such a name?
In the founding days of the town when the first wagons made their ways
amongst the rocky outcrops and scrub they came upon a sharp bend in
the
little explored and overgrown tracks. A flock of Ravens burst from the
saltbush shreiking COR COR and spooked a horse. The horse took flight
and
spooked the next like a domino horses were rearing and fighting the
bits
and the drivers reins. Down the rocky hill they bolted with carriages
crashing behind them, until they crashed their load on the sharpest
bend
and steepest of cliffs... around the bend came more runaways, with
passengers screaming and old men fighting the reins WHOA WHOA but a
herd
in blind flight is unstopable and the Ravens continued to call COR COR
overhead.
20 people died that day, the wounded kept in a makeshift hospital
built
out of old broken wagon parts. It would be days until the rest of the
troop arrived from the eastern settlement and many more had died by
then.
The priest had survived the crash and declared the site 'devils bend'
as
he stared at the Ravens perched now quietly in the trees above. It is
as
if the devil himself has cursed this place he said. With broken wagons
and
horses lost it was all they could do to build the town here, and under
the
fear of the Ravens eyes they built their church and a community grew
around it.
The bodies of those on that fatefull day now lay in silence in old
church
creek cemetary in the packed rusty red dirt of Devils Bend.
Sally came home to Devils Bend a young woman of 22 or so, educated and
wiser with her childhood imagination well supressed and but a distant
memory. However in those olden days the prospects for a young woman
did
not stretch far beyond marriage and children. Sally's parents had died
and
she returned to the family home, an empty old settlers house with
dusty
pictures on the walls. She walked into the kitchen and a sudden rush
of
fear hit her as her mind slipped back to a time where she would have
been
met with the buckle end of a belt or a wooden cane over the kitchen
table.
But before her just an empty kitchen, a table covered in a cloth
stained
with red dust. On the walls crooked old pictures of jesus and mary and
dusty crosses, the pictures stained with the rusty red haze of those
saltbush plains.
She went into her old room and sat for a while on her bed. She parted
the
curtains, it was a hot Feburay afternoon the air stiffling hot the sky
bright blue and blazing in the heat. She opened the window to let in
the
breeze. Outside the dried gumleaves moved with a light rustle and
before
her gaze the grey folliage framed by the old window against the red
dust
and blue sky above.
She lay back on her bed and drifted into sleep.
COR COR COR... she awoke. COR COR COR a Raven's call.
Sally sat up with a start and looked out the window. It was growing
closer
to dusk and the hot air had given way to a cool breeze. The stars were
comming out in the darkening sky and she heard again COR COR COR.
'Where are you?' she wondered.
How can I hear you calling? I am DEAF I hear nothing else. I hear a
Raven
call. Then she remembered something long forgotten. At the foot of her
bed
an old trunk. Within it a book... a very old book pages stained with
red
dust. But it was locked and long since had she misplaced the key. That
haunting Ravens call the only real sound she had ever heard would
haunt
her and for years she wondered and thought she must have dreamed it.
Time moved on in Devils bend and as it happened after many seasons
Sally
had met young man. He charmed his way into her heart and seemed
unbothered
by her deafness and they settled down together and were married at the
old
town church. The old priest who had whipped and cursed her as a girl
was
long dead... burried atop church creek hill in the hard packed red
dust,
watched over by a single black Raven.
A new priest had come to Devils Bend and as it was he was the father
of
Sally's new husband. A priests son did she marry, to her he had been
kind
and gentle at first and had her swept off her feet in love. He bought
her
some new dresses she could have never afforded herself and promised her
a
good life.
His name Barry O sullivan, he was a stocky man with rough features
hardened from a life droving cattle from a young age. He had dark eyes
and
hair, a modest beard and sun darkened skin like leather. He was not a
man
of great looks but he worked hard and made an honest living and that
satisfied Sally. All she wanted was a safe and peacefull life free of
the
violence of her past.
She still enjoyed her books and now she had a little garden of her own
where she grew many small crops and vegetables. They had a small farm
and
a simple life, with chickens pecking about the yard in the hard packed
dirt desperately scratching for a hidden meal and Barry would go out
for
days droving the cattle in neighbouring townships. Sally would fuss
about
her garden and her housework, finding time in the afternoons for her
books. Books... her old trunk she still kept, locked with an old
treasure
hidden within it. As the days passed and Barry was away more and more
Sally began to feel lonely out there on the small farm. With only
animals
to talk to as much as she enjoyed their company she started to
remember
her childhood days down at church creek. And her Gods... Those
wonderfull
stories of Gods and ancient ruins. Of curses and adventures and
mystery
magic and wonder. Great powerfull beings with unbelievable powers and
wisdom. The only real voices she had ever heard besides the raven's
call.
COR COR COR...
Startled from her chores Sally jumped. COR COR COR again but louder,
COR
COR COR A Raven shrieked, then a flash of black feathers and a hard
thump
against the window COR COR COR it screamed louder and desperate it
sounded. Sally could barely catch her breath from the shock. 'Again I
hear
you, how can I hear you?'
Suddenly a shadow shifted behind her and she spun around, having not
heard
the door open. Oh father O sullivan said Sally. She could lip read
quite
well and he spoke to her carefully, 'my dear Sally I see you are here
alone, my son will be away 3 more days is there anything you need my
dear... are you lonely?
Sally suddenly had a feeling of uneasiness. Had she heard his voice
perhaps that uneasiness may have turned to alarm for there was an
unerving
tone to his voice. Then a smirk took to his lips as he asked her
again...
are you lonely my dear?
COR COR COR shrieked the Raven and it flew straight into the window
smashing the glass and crashing to the floor amongst the shards
flapping
and scrambling about.
Oh my screamed Sally and rushed to it snatching a scarf to wrap him
with.
Father O Sullivan suddenly stepped back his face turning a funny shade
of
grey. 'The devil' he said huskilly' those damned birds are the devil
he
yelled but Sally had her back to him . She was busy cradling the Raven
in
her arms and rushed him to the kitchen. Father O sullivan slipped out
the
door mounted his horse and headed back to town feeling shaken.
The legend of the ravens of Devils Bend a tale he knew well. The Raven
was
not a bird looked upon fondly in this town and the incident had filled
him
with a sudden fear that took him by suprise, perhaps to Sally's good
fortune an uncanny coincidence?
Sally tended the Raven with great care, he lay quietly as she patched
his
wing which he had broken and cleaned his cuts from the glass. So quiet
for
a wild bird she thought. I don't know how or why I can hear you my
dear
thing.
Sally placed the bird in a basket by her bed wrapped in a blanket and
she
drifted off to sleep.
All night Sally tossed and turned with wild dreams of distant lands
and
ancient ruins, strange lights haunted her sleep, bright blue and
shining
under ancient stones. Strange voices and chanting filled her mind
images
of a strange world and tall elegant and beautifull men and women with
hair
as golden as the sun and eyes as blue as the blazing summer sky and
others
with hair black as the night sky with no stars powerfully built with a
gaze that could split an oponent in half.
And in her sleep she heard COR COR COR.
The morning sun shone in the window onto Sally's face warming her
pillow
and she awoke feeling suprisingly energetic and fresh. She jumped out
of
bed and rememberd the Raven. She rushed to his basket wondering if he
had
survived the night but he was GONE!
In his place rested an old rusty key....
TO BE CONTINUED...
Hail Satan!
--- In
[url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "firebird894" <firebird894@
wrote:
Sure, have you got a link to it? Just let me know which ones you want
to
put up there. Hopefully I will get some time and peace tonight to
start
on another one.
Hail Satan
--- In
[url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], Ash <kumori_hotchick@ wrote:
Would you be willing to add your pictures to my site? My site is
aimed
at supporting satanic art and stories, and it would help spread
the
word in the art community, this way satanic artists can be heard
too!
Sent from my iPod
On Aug 2, 2012, at 3:24 PM, "firebird894" <firebird894@ wrote:
I have to organise the folders there because they are not all my
pictures, only the ones I linked to here, direct image links
don't
work on here.
Any I put up you can use what you like thats what I do them for.
Hail Satan
--- In
[url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "tanya.azazel"
<tanya.azazel@
wrote:
Wow, I love your album. I wish I knew you had done a pic of
Andras
because I would have put that one in the vid I did. Well if
you
don't mind I can use some of them pics for my other project in
the
making? Well, until am done with school this week. lol
Hail Satan! Hail Azazel! Hail Zeus! Hail the Gods of Hell!
--- In
[url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "firebird894"
<firebird894@
wrote:
Not all the pictures on my photobucket are mine just stuff I
collected only the ones I put links to are mine.
Hail Satan
--- In
[url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "Jessica Sisk"
<jess_sisk@
wrote:
I have a question about one of your other drawings. They
are
all beautiful but who was the one with the white hair and
the
green aura? That one really stuck out to me
Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T
-----Original Message-----
From: "firebird894" <firebird894@
Sender:
[url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url]
Date: Fri, 27 Jul 2012 18:10:45
To: <
[url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url]
Reply-To:
[url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url]
Subject: [HellsArmy666] Re: Art for Satan
I got a program for my computer that is very similar to
photoshop called GIMP I first used it on a linux system it
is
now made for windows, you can download it free, the
download
did not work for me so I bought the CD it was only $10 on
ebay. This is what I wanted it for... this is just pictures
I
found and merged together with Fathers sigils in it it was
an
idea I had in my head for a while.
http://s1063.photobucket.com/albums/t50 ... ramids.jpg
I don't own the pictures in that I got them off free
wallpaper
sites, but whatever art I do and put up here is free for
you
all to use if you want to in spreading the truth about
Satan
and the Gods or to have for yourself.
Hail Satan
--- In
[url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], Mattie Henzel
<mattiehenz@ wrote:
awesome picture!! the wolf is my favorite<3
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On Thu, Jul 26, 2012 4:46 AM PDT firebird894 wrote:
Thankyou I havn't seen Andras but I felt pulled to his
description. I am using the descriptions on the JOS
for
most of these. I have seen visions of Father and Enlil
I
met in a dream he handed me a ring with a cross with 2
arms through it in a square with something else around
the
edges or corners but I don't remember his face well
just
that he was very tall Nordic and it was an old town
with
cobblestone streets. I met Azazel once but his aura was
so
powerfull I couldn't make out his features it was
during a
severe psychic attack when I was very new a few Demons
showed up to help me and I was in a daze at the time
and
very emotional then I remember Him telling me to sleep.
I
vaguely remember someone with dark hair aswell but I
don't
know who it was. I have seen a lovely Demoness with a
soft
blue aura and a very peacefull playfull energy I am
also
not sure of her name.
Hail Satan.
--- In
[url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], Magus Immortalis
<magus.immortalis@ wrote:
I have seen Andras' wolf before. You got them right
on.
The artwork is beautiful, keep it up! Hail Satan and
the
Gods of Hell always!
________________________________
From: firebird894 <firebird894@
To:
[url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url]
Sent: Wednesday, July 25, 2012 8:42:10 AM
Subject: [HellsArmy666] Re: Art for Satan
Â
Andras ready to kick some ass.
http://s1063.photobucket.com/albums/t50 ... Andras.jpg
I am drawing The God's first in pencil as I get a
vision
for them better I want to try and bring their energy
through the images especially and eventually turn
them
into paintings. I do not know who will be next yet.
While
I was drawing Andras last night, a moth came and
landed
right on the tip of my pencil, and I had the thought
come
to me has anyone ever done this before I had a
feeling
that it is something I have to do... a Dedicated
Satanist
drawing them all and making art for them out of love
and
respect. I have seen artworks that remind me of
certain
God's even Satan even though the artist was just
making
up a charactor.
Can anyone help me with more details of any of The
Gods,
extra things they like, places etc if you have seen
them
what they looked like etc it would really help.
Hail Satan
--- In
[url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], "firebird894"
<firebird894@ wrote:
I suck at hands I had to trace part of them from
another image to get them right. I'm working on a
pencil drawing of Andras and his Wolf tonight. I am
extra nervous because I read he is an artist aswell
as
a warrior. I am trying to make him look very proud
and
powerfull and frightening but handsome aswell not
like
the ugly pictures people do of Demons. I eventually
want to do all the Demons of Hell.
Hail Satan
--- In
[url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], Mattie Henzel
<mattiehenz@ wrote:
great job!! Trying to learn how to draw myself,
but
have trouble with hands. Maybe you could teach
me?
Lol
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On Tue, Jul 24, 2012 2:26 AM PDT firebird894
wrote:
Another one I started last night, the colours
don't
come up aswell on the computer as I would like.
This one was inspired by another painting I saw
of
Ptah.
http://s1063.photobucket.com/albums/t50 ... =Satan.jpg
Hail Satan
--- In
[url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url],
"Way_Seeker666"
<way_seeker666@ wrote:
Amy Lee is a fucking amazing vocalist! If you
can
sing like that, DO IT!!!!!!!
