Luci Lucifax
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Brethen,
the true art of satan is our imagination, let use it well.
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the true art of satan is our imagination, let use it well.
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Art for Satan
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Not all the pictures on my photobucket are mine just stuff I collected only the ones I put links to are mine.
Hail Satan
Hail Satan
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Satan's greatest art... is us 
Hail Satan!
Hail Satan!
Jessica Sisk
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Oh ok so u don't know who it is then?Sent via BlackBerry by AT&TFrom: "firebird894" <firebird894@... Sender: [email protected] Date: Sat, 28 Jul 2012 09:08:47 -0000To: <[email protected]ReplyTo: [email protected] Subject: [HellsArmy666] Re: Art for Satan
Not all the pictures on my photobucket are mine just stuff I collected only the ones I put links to are mine.
Hail Satan
Not all the pictures on my photobucket are mine just stuff I collected only the ones I put links to are mine.
Hail Satan
firebird894
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Which picture? I just look for stuff that reminds me of Satan, the Gods things to do with them.
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Some more I made in GIMP
http://s1063.photobucket.com/albums/t50 ... amids2.jpg
Added light and Pentagram
http://s1063.photobucket.com/albums/t50 ... ucifer.jpg
http://s1063.photobucket.com/albums/t50 ... ght-1.jpg#!oZZ8QQcurrentZZhttp%3A%2F%2Fs1063.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Ft508%2Ffightforsatan%2F%3Faction%3Dview%26current%3DSatanicfire.jpg
http://s1063.photobucket.com/albums/t50 ... rkness.jpg
http://s1063.photobucket.com/albums/t50 ... unrise.jpg
added Sigil
http://s1063.photobucket.com/albums/t50 ... ther-1.jpg
http://s1063.photobucket.com/albums/t50 ... ight-2.jpg
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http://s1063.photobucket.com/albums/t50 ... amids2.jpg
Added light and Pentagram
http://s1063.photobucket.com/albums/t50 ... ucifer.jpg
http://s1063.photobucket.com/albums/t50 ... ght-1.jpg#!oZZ8QQcurrentZZhttp%3A%2F%2Fs1063.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Ft508%2Ffightforsatan%2F%3Faction%3Dview%26current%3DSatanicfire.jpg
http://s1063.photobucket.com/albums/t50 ... rkness.jpg
http://s1063.photobucket.com/albums/t50 ... unrise.jpg
added Sigil
http://s1063.photobucket.com/albums/t50 ... ther-1.jpg
http://s1063.photobucket.com/albums/t50 ... ight-2.jpg
Hail Satan
Jessica Sisk
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Its a pic of a guy with white hair, white wings, and what looks like a green aura around him. Its about in the middle of all the pics. I just wanna know cause I think I've seen someone like. And I'm not very advanced so when I asked him who he was he just smiled and disappeared. Sent via BlackBerry by AT&TFrom: "firebird894" <firebird894@... Sender: [email protected] Date: Sat, 28 Jul 2012 18:42:18 -0000To: <[email protected]ReplyTo: [email protected] Subject: [HellsArmy666] Re: Art for Satan
Which picture? I just look for stuff that reminds me of Satan, the Gods things to do with them.
Hail Satan
Which picture? I just look for stuff that reminds me of Satan, the Gods things to do with them.
Hail Satan
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Most of those pics I found on wallpaper sites and free image sites so I don't know who the artist is. I think a lot are sposed to be angels (scuse me saying it) but some remind me of Demons seeing as hardly anyone paints or draws or even tries to paint Demons how they actually are rather than ugly monsters. If I am going to draw someone myself I use some pictures as refferences to get ideas from. Maybe go back through the Gods of Hell list on the JOS and see if any names stick out at you or descriptions? there are probably many more not on the list.
Another idea is maybe try a pendulum and a circular chart with letters to see if you can find a name?
Hail Satan
Another idea is maybe try a pendulum and a circular chart with letters to see if you can find a name?
Hail Satan
Jessica Sisk
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Yea the morning after it happend I went to the JoS site and went through every demon on there even the crowned ones and I just could not find any that matched his description and the only name that really stuck out to me was Andras, but this one had white hair not blonde and I don't have a job right now and I am completely broke and still living with my mom and her husband so I can't go and get a pendulum or anything to make it with. Plus I just started my meditations and everything like 4 days ago so I'm still really new and I have never used a pendulum before so I doubt it would do anything if I did use it. But I have always been very spiritually aware. And I have always been very drawn to the occult, I think I was a SS in a past live or maybe many, I just don't know. I even think I may have had a demon lover in a past life, or something like that. I don't know. I have been reading the JoS all the time and I take it in slowly so it will stay and I re-read it all the time too. I have been trying to open my eye chakras and I am having success with that, though all I have seen so far whole doing it is a sky and clouds. But I am still filling something there that feels like him at times it is only ever at night and I am hoping that I will be able to know who it is soon because it has been bugging me like no other even though I have not seen him again. Wow sorry for the long post there lol just needed to get it off my chest haha
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Hail the Gods of OldSent via BlackBerry by AT&TFrom: "firebird894" <firebird894@... Sender: [email protected] Date: Sun, 29 Jul 2012 18:18:29 -0000To: <[email protected]ReplyTo: [email protected] Subject: [HellsArmy666] Re: Art for Satan
Most of those pics I found on wallpaper sites and free image sites so I don't know who the artist is. I think a lot are sposed to be angels (scuse me saying it) but some remind me of Demons seeing as hardly anyone paints or draws or even tries to paint Demons how they actually are rather than ugly monsters. If I am going to draw someone myself I use some pictures as refferences to get ideas from. Maybe go back through the Gods of Hell list on the JOS and see if any names stick out at you or descriptions? there are probably many more not on the list.
Another idea is maybe try a pendulum and a circular chart with letters to see if you can find a name?
Hail Satan
Hail Father Satan
Hail the Gods of OldSent via BlackBerry by AT&TFrom: "firebird894" <firebird894@... Sender: [email protected] Date: Sun, 29 Jul 2012 18:18:29 -0000To: <[email protected]ReplyTo: [email protected] Subject: [HellsArmy666] Re: Art for Satan
Most of those pics I found on wallpaper sites and free image sites so I don't know who the artist is. I think a lot are sposed to be angels (scuse me saying it) but some remind me of Demons seeing as hardly anyone paints or draws or even tries to paint Demons how they actually are rather than ugly monsters. If I am going to draw someone myself I use some pictures as refferences to get ideas from. Maybe go back through the Gods of Hell list on the JOS and see if any names stick out at you or descriptions? there are probably many more not on the list.
Another idea is maybe try a pendulum and a circular chart with letters to see if you can find a name?
Hail Satan
firebird894
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You can make a pendulum with a key on a string or bit of thread nothing fancy. All you need to make a chart is a pen and a sheet of paper. Failing the paper and pen you can use a stick and draw it in the dirt with the letters.
Hail Satan
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Jessica Sisk
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Thank u I will try that. Should I wait till I feel that he is around?Sent via BlackBerry by AT&TFrom: "firebird894" <firebird894@... Sender: [email protected] Date: Mon, 30 Jul 2012 11:52:26 -0000To: <[email protected]ReplyTo: [email protected] Subject: [HellsArmy666] Re: Art for Satan
You can make a pendulum with a key on a string or bit of thread nothing fancy. All you need to make a chart is a pen and a sheet of paper. Failing the paper and pen you can use a stick and draw it in the dirt with the letters.
Hail Satan
You can make a pendulum with a key on a string or bit of thread nothing fancy. All you need to make a chart is a pen and a sheet of paper. Failing the paper and pen you can use a stick and draw it in the dirt with the letters.
Hail Satan
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Thats not something I can answer for you, but if you think that will help then go with it.
Hail Satan
Hail Satan
Jessica Sisk
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Ok thank u so much for ur help I will deffinitly try it as soon as possible.Sent via BlackBerry by AT&TFrom: "firebird894" <firebird894@... Sender: [email protected] Date: Tue, 31 Jul 2012 18:29:22 -0000To: <[email protected]ReplyTo: [email protected] Subject: [HellsArmy666] Re: Art for Satan
Thats not something I can answer for you, but if you think that will help then go with it.
Hail Satan
Thats not something I can answer for you, but if you think that will help then go with it.
Hail Satan
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Some poems
Missing the world
Something wrong with this picture, out the window I stare
Early morning light penetrating the mist,
upon the damp leaves light moves like tiny dancers
a scene of beauty and wonder as another day dawns
The sun keeps rising out there
But inside me stirs discomefort
a feeling without a name.
I walk down the street as I have a thousand times a thousand before
The faces of the mindless are not looking at the wonder around them
Their faces are blank.
They do not watch the tiny dancers on the leaves little lights, all around them wonders of our world lost to so few eyes who are still awake to see.
Do they see the lights dancing inside the leaves, do they feel the cry of the trees or do they only live for thir screens?
Do they feel the warm hands of the sun, or does their skin flinch from his touch?
Above in the inky night sky do they ever stare? Do they for a moment wonder
what is missing down here? Look further yet beyond the dancing lights and so much more could they see if the eyes of the soul were awake and not deep in sleep...a sleep so long will they ever awake?
Frozen souls
Cold winter of the soul, a hibernation of the Aryan mind how many years have we been in this cave?
Our name a forbidden word, under eyes of scorn we mourn for a world so long lost.
Our words stolen from our tongues twisted as lies as a weapon for the mind.
Do they know they are prisoners behind invisible bars, what is this fear they have of the monster under their beds, from whose lips the monster spins his own tale the one they run to is the one who consumes their souls.
Frozen souls... all around animated by false light.
A lump of flesh without a mind
Programed emotion and programed thought... freedom just a word a concept lost.
Snow falls down and I see a reflection of the world in the ice.
The sun tries to melt the surface to warm the waters beneath
the clouds are too heavy still
A million faces numb in the ice, staring back at me frozen in a dead gaze. Eyes look to the heavens following a false light while Our real sun burns above trying to melt the ice... they will feel his warmth soon be free.
Hail Satan
Missing the world
Something wrong with this picture, out the window I stare
Early morning light penetrating the mist,
upon the damp leaves light moves like tiny dancers
a scene of beauty and wonder as another day dawns
The sun keeps rising out there
But inside me stirs discomefort
a feeling without a name.
I walk down the street as I have a thousand times a thousand before
The faces of the mindless are not looking at the wonder around them
Their faces are blank.
They do not watch the tiny dancers on the leaves little lights, all around them wonders of our world lost to so few eyes who are still awake to see.
Do they see the lights dancing inside the leaves, do they feel the cry of the trees or do they only live for thir screens?
Do they feel the warm hands of the sun, or does their skin flinch from his touch?
Above in the inky night sky do they ever stare? Do they for a moment wonder
what is missing down here? Look further yet beyond the dancing lights and so much more could they see if the eyes of the soul were awake and not deep in sleep...a sleep so long will they ever awake?
Frozen souls
Cold winter of the soul, a hibernation of the Aryan mind how many years have we been in this cave?
Our name a forbidden word, under eyes of scorn we mourn for a world so long lost.
Our words stolen from our tongues twisted as lies as a weapon for the mind.
Do they know they are prisoners behind invisible bars, what is this fear they have of the monster under their beds, from whose lips the monster spins his own tale the one they run to is the one who consumes their souls.
Frozen souls... all around animated by false light.
A lump of flesh without a mind
Programed emotion and programed thought... freedom just a word a concept lost.
Snow falls down and I see a reflection of the world in the ice.
The sun tries to melt the surface to warm the waters beneath
the clouds are too heavy still
A million faces numb in the ice, staring back at me frozen in a dead gaze. Eyes look to the heavens following a false light while Our real sun burns above trying to melt the ice... they will feel his warmth soon be free.
Hail Satan
Lexibtyr Kaiser
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As soon as an Art group comes out I am IN. I did a short dedication of service as an Artist to Satan awhile ago. I am improving on certain skills, but I'd love to post things when I have access to a scanner (and when my work gets better lol).
The other thing was music, I noticed way back when I was a xian that nearly every hymn in the hymnal was originally some folk song and there was nothing really original in there. I wanted to get these folk songs and restore them. I wanted to set ancient Pagan hymns to new music, or work with a Demon to recover whatever music it used to be set to.
I think Art and Music have a HUGE place in Spiritual Warfare. Metal music can build up anger for black magick workings, and other types of music for other rituals. Paintings can be empowered with sigils or runes to evoke thoughts and feelings to awaken Gentiles.
People are already using YouTube for spiritual warfare, but what if we used sites like DeviantArt or Tumblr, where there are millions every day who spend time programming themselves with whatever, imagine a huge surge of Satanic artwork becoming popular on these sites. It could lead many to the truth just the same as we are using YouTube for.
HAIL LORD SATAN
HAIL BEELZEBUB
HAIL ASTAROTH
HAIL AZAZEL
HAIL SATAN'S PEOPLE
HAIL OUR HEROES AND GODS
- Lexibtyr
The other thing was music, I noticed way back when I was a xian that nearly every hymn in the hymnal was originally some folk song and there was nothing really original in there. I wanted to get these folk songs and restore them. I wanted to set ancient Pagan hymns to new music, or work with a Demon to recover whatever music it used to be set to.
I think Art and Music have a HUGE place in Spiritual Warfare. Metal music can build up anger for black magick workings, and other types of music for other rituals. Paintings can be empowered with sigils or runes to evoke thoughts and feelings to awaken Gentiles.
People are already using YouTube for spiritual warfare, but what if we used sites like DeviantArt or Tumblr, where there are millions every day who spend time programming themselves with whatever, imagine a huge surge of Satanic artwork becoming popular on these sites. It could lead many to the truth just the same as we are using YouTube for.
HAIL LORD SATAN
HAIL BEELZEBUB
HAIL ASTAROTH
HAIL AZAZEL
HAIL SATAN'S PEOPLE
HAIL OUR HEROES AND GODS
- Lexibtyr
firebird894
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Having art made by dedicated Satanists come up in google image searches for popular searches instead of this other crap you get when you type in Satan, Lucifer, Demons etc would be great to see.
I am going to take my camera out next time I can get into nature and try to get some really nice shots that I can use with certain Runes and symbols with no copyright so I can do some digital stuff. I have been making some pictures but I don't own the copyrights to some of the photos so it could get messy I don't want that. Happy to share in the group for others to have and print for their altars or such but I am not putting them onto main web to avoid problems. Unfortunately with places like the pyramids and ancient sites I can't get there to take my pwn pictures. I might try painting some.
Hail Satan
I am going to take my camera out next time I can get into nature and try to get some really nice shots that I can use with certain Runes and symbols with no copyright so I can do some digital stuff. I have been making some pictures but I don't own the copyrights to some of the photos so it could get messy I don't want that. Happy to share in the group for others to have and print for their altars or such but I am not putting them onto main web to avoid problems. Unfortunately with places like the pyramids and ancient sites I can't get there to take my pwn pictures. I might try painting some.
Hail Satan
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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!
Hail Satan! Hail Azazel! Hail Zeus! Hail the Gods of Hell!
purplenurplei
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Why don't you do an art group?! :}
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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
Any I put up you can use what you like thats what I do them for.
Hail Satan
firebird894
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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
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Luci Lucifax
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Brethen,
i hope Nigerians as african can listen to my new track (TITLE COPYCAT) which am trying hard to promote
this will set a better stage for the world to listen.
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i hope Nigerians as african can listen to my new track (TITLE COPYCAT) which am trying hard to promote
this will set a better stage for the world to listen.
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Serpentfire666
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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!
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!
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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
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
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-----Original Message-----
From: "firebird894" <firebird894@
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Date: Fri, 27 Jul 2012 18:10:45
To: <[url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url]
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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
Ã
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
------------------------------
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!!!!!!!
Yay Andras! Bet he looks bad ass! Hail Father Satan always! Hail my
Lord Andras!
Lord Andras!
On 9/5/12, Serpentfire666 <firebird894@... wrote:
Andras again
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
------------------------------
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
------------------------------
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!!!!!!!
Serpentfire666
Member
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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.
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
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
Ã
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
------------------------------
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!!!!!!!
I know. It makes me mad that people don't care about our Gods. They ar
so beautiful and wise, and they do so much for us, and we rarely do
anything for them. It's always take take take. Yes they are our
friends, and we should get to know them, and help them best we can.
Hail Father Satan always! Hail Andras!
so beautiful and wise, and they do so much for us, and we rarely do
anything for them. It's always take take take. Yes they are our
friends, and we should get to know them, and help them best we can.
Hail Father Satan always! Hail Andras!
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
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
------------------------------
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!!!!!!!
nnaemekadestinysenior
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It's amazing, absolutely stunning! Great work!
Hail Lord Andras!
From: Serpentfire666 <firebird894@...
To: [email protected]
Sent: Wednesday, September 5, 2012 9:55:45 AM
Subject: [HellsArmy666] Re: Art for Satan
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
Hail Lord Andras!
From: Serpentfire666 <firebird894@...
To: [email protected]
Sent: Wednesday, September 5, 2012 9:55:45 AM
Subject: [HellsArmy666] Re: Art for Satan
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
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From: "firebird894" <firebird894@
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Date: Fri, 27 Jul 2012 18:10:45
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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!
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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
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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!!!!!!!
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Thanks!
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Hail Satan!
--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], Magus Immortalis <magus.immortalis@... wrote:
It's amazing, absolutely stunning! Great work!Â
Hail Lord Andras!
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From: Serpentfire666 <firebird894@...
To: [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url]
Sent: Wednesday, September 5, 2012 9:55:45 AM
Subject: [HellsArmy666] Re: Art for Satan
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Andras again
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
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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
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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!!!!!!!
Monica Mauseth
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that is awesome, so many people are here are really talented... I don't mean that like I'm surprised just as a compliment
From: Serpentfire666 <firebird894@...
To: [email protected]
Sent: Saturday, September 8, 2012 12:08 AM
Subject: [HellsArmy666] Re: Art for Satan
Thanks!
Hail Satan!
From: Serpentfire666 <firebird894@...
To: [email protected]
Sent: Saturday, September 8, 2012 12:08 AM
Subject: [HellsArmy666] Re: Art for Satan
Thanks!
Hail Satan!
--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], Magus Immortalis <magus.immortalis@... wrote:
It's amazing, absolutely stunning! Great work!Â
Hail Lord Andras!
________________________________
From: Serpentfire666 <firebird894@...
To: [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url]
Sent: Wednesday, September 5, 2012 9:55:45 AM
Subject: [HellsArmy666] Re: Art for Satan
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Andras again
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
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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
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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!!!!!!!
Serpentfire666
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Ive always been into art, drawing mostly but I started getting more into it and wanting to try new things since I dedicated. Things I didn't think I could do or would be any good at just wanted to try things anyway. Just about everything I create now I want to do in dedication to Satanism, nature, The Gods and the beautifull and unique aspects of Human nature. I started trying sculpture and now started dancing and making my own outfits and stuff so I can express myself the way I want. The energy that comes through me makes me want to do more things.
I saw a lady on youtube singing some beautifull songs she wrote for Father made me so happy to listen to her if she is reading this I think your awsome Sis!
Hail Satan!
I saw a lady on youtube singing some beautifull songs she wrote for Father made me so happy to listen to her if she is reading this I think your awsome Sis!
Hail Satan!
--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], Monica Mauseth <viking813@... wrote:
that is awesome, so many people are here are really talented... I don't mean that like I'm surprised just as a compliment
________________________________
From: Serpentfire666 <firebird894@...
To: [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url]
Sent: Saturday, September 8, 2012 12:08 AM
Subject: [HellsArmy666] Re: Art for Satan
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Thanks!
Hail Satan!
--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], Magus Immortalis <magus.immortalis@ wrote:
It's amazing, absolutely stunning! Great work!ÃÂ
Hail Lord Andras!
________________________________
From: Serpentfire666 <firebird894@
To: [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url]
Sent: Wednesday, September 5, 2012 9:55:45 AM
Subject: [HellsArmy666] Re: Art for Satan
ÃÂ
Andras again
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!
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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
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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!
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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
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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!!!!!!!
kotaskabass
New member
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Its good to use our talents to worship the master.HAIL SATAN
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On Mon, Sep 10, 2012 6:10 AM PDT Serpentfire666 wrote:
Ive always been into art, drawing mostly but I started getting more into it and wanting to try new things since I dedicated. Things I didn't think I could do or would be any good at just wanted to try things anyway. Just about everything I create now I want to do in dedication to Satanism, nature, The Gods and the beautifull and unique aspects of Human nature. I started trying sculpture and now started dancing and making my own outfits and stuff so I can express myself the way I want. The energy that comes through me makes me want to do more things.
I saw a lady on youtube singing some beautifull songs she wrote for Father made me so happy to listen to her if she is reading this I think your awsome Sis!
Hail Satan!
--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], Monica Mauseth <viking813@... wrote:
that is awesome, so many people are here are really talented... I don't mean that like I'm surprised just as a compliment
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From: Serpentfire666 <firebird894@...
To: [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url]
Sent: Saturday, September 8, 2012 12:08 AM
Subject: [HellsArmy666] Re: Art for Satan
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Thanks!
Hail Satan!
--- In [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url], Magus Immortalis <magus.immortalis@ wrote:
It's amazing, absolutely stunning! Great work!ÂÂ
Hail Lord Andras!
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From: Serpentfire666 <firebird894@
To: [url=mailto:[email protected]][email protected][/url]
Sent: Wednesday, September 5, 2012 9:55:45 AM
Subject: [HellsArmy666] Re: Art for Satan
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Andras again
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!
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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
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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!
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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!!!!!!!
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I would love if you gave the link to the songs of our sis !Hail Satan!
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Yes that is her wow that song made me cry she has a real gift she sings from her soul.
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Congradulations to both of you that is really awsome news! Very fortunate child who has wonderfull parents. All the best things to your family how exiting!
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