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[stellae-de-baphometis]

Using Latin Chants To Summon Daemons: A Daemonolatry Info Post

This is something I've been wanting to make a post about for a while, but I completely forgot to write about it lol. It's been sitting in my drafts for forever now, thanks to my clusterfuck of an AuDHD brain. 🤪 I FINALLY got it finished though, so here it is!

Okay so I've been summoning daemons using Latin for quite a while now, and I thought I'd write about it because I figured other practitioners might like to try this out too!

Full post under the cut. ↓

~ What's The Deal With Latin?

Daemons have long been stereotypically associated with the Latin language. But why is this? Well, I speculate that it's partially because of the fact that many historical books on demonology and witchcraft were written in Latin (e.g. grimoires such as the Ars Goetia and Liber Officiorum Spirituum).

However, the link between daemons and Latin goes back further than this. It's most likely and primarily due to the fact that the Roman Catholic Church retained Latin as its liturgical language. Many of their scripture and rites (including the ones regarding exorcisms of mainly "demonic spirits") remained written in Latin. And so, daemons starting being conflated with the Latin language as a whole.

~ Why Summon Daemons In Latin?

Nowadays, Latin is a rather obsolete language and isn't largely spoken in most parts of the world anymore. As a result, some people may find that it adds an extra layer of mysticism between the practitioner and their magical workings. Given how ancient the language is (as well as its associations with daemons and The Devil in the modern day), this can give it more subconscious power when used in your craft.

I've personally found it helpful to evoke/invoke daemons in Latin, and I find that it helps me connect with them better.

~ Why Not Just Use Enns?

Personally, I don't like to use the well-known enns to conjure daemons. From what I know, the demonic enns seem to originate from the works of S. Connolly, and I'm not a huge fan of her books in general... Personally I feel that a lot of the information in her books is poorly researched, and that the Dukante stuff and demonic enns are likely fabricated, and I find that she's just a highly problematic and culturally-appropriative person in general, which tends to show within her books (in my personal opinion; don't sue me ffs). So I try to stay away from her stuff, as I'm paranoid that it might potentially negatively effect my craft.

This is one of the reasons why I actually came up with Latin chants to conjure daemons in the first place; I like the idea of demonic enns, but I personally just don't want to associate with any of Connolly's stuff whatsoever. But that's just me though. If you like using the enns and it works for you, that's okay! It's just not personally my thing.

~ How To Summon Daemons Using Latin

I came up with a specific type of Latin chant that can be used to summon daemons; It's called a vocatum.

The word "vocatum" literally means "called", "invoked", or "having been summoned" in Latin. A vocatum can be iterated as a chant in order to invite or request the daemon's presence, as well as to help you get into a meditative state so you can communicate with the daemon better. You could also just say the vocatum once, if that personally suffices for you.

Here are some daemonic vocatums I have personally come up with and used in my own practice:

~ Simplified Vocatum ~

✧ Vocatum: "Ave [Daemon's Name], vos invoco/evoco." ✧ Translation: "Hail [Daemon's Name], I invoke/evoke you."

✰ Example: "Ave Satanas, vos invoco."

~ Complex Vocatum ~

✧ Vocatum: "Salve, [Daemon's Name]. Magnus [Rank], reverenter vos invoco/evoco." ✧ Translation: "Greetings, [Daemon's Name]. Great [Rank], I reverently invoke/evoke you."

✰ Example: "Salve, Glasya-Labolas. Magnus Comes, reverenter vos evoco."

🌟 Note: Use "invoco" for invocations and "evoco" for evocations.

Here is a short list of the Latin translations for the daemons' ranks (mostly from the Ars Goetia):

King/Queen - Rex/Regina

Duke/Duchess - Dux/Ducissa

Prince/Princess - Princeps/Principissa

Marquis/Marchioness - Marchio/Marchionissa

Earl/Count/Countess - Comes/Comitessa

President - Praeses

Knight/Sir/Dame - Miles/Dominus/Domina

~ Difference Between Invoking And Evoking

Many people may consider evocation and invocation to be the same thing, but personally I differentiate the two. Here is my personal gnosis on the differences between them:

☆ Evocation is when you call upon a deity or spirit and ask them to preside during rituals or magical workings; You're basically asking them to come and hang out with you in your space.

☆ Invocation is more so a form of voluntary possession. You're inviting them into yourself, and they are (partially) merging their being with your own; They are manifesting within you, instead of manifesting alongside you.

If you're a beginner practitioner, I would personally hold off on invoking daemons before getting to know them better through evocation first; But that's just me. Some daemons' energies can be very intense and quite overwhelming, especially if you haven't met the daemon before.

E.g. Upon making first contact with Quing Paimon, I invoked them instead of evoking them, and their energies were quite heavy and overwhelming when they partially merged their soul with mine; I ended up feeling a little dizzy, became mentally exhausted rather quickly, and also got a mild headache (but maybe the headache was just from the incense I was burning LOL). I've had similar experiences with Count Glasya-Labolas too.

But once you get to know a daemon and adjust to their energies overtime, you should be fine. Please don't let my personal experiences discourage you from pursuing a relationship with the daemons you feel most drawn to!

Welp, that's pretty much all I had to write about regarding this topic. I hope you found this post helpful! And, as always... May you be blessed by whoever it is that you venerate, and I wish you all the best on your spiritual path. <3

~ ~ Ave Satanas ~

+ . . . Divider Credit . . . +

[occultem]

king beelzebub artwork by me 🪰

[yamimichi]

Incoming Rant...

PRINCE STOLAS DOES NOT BELONG TO VIVZIEPOP!

Vivzie did not create him. Nor did she create any of the other daemons in the Ars Goetia.

According to my own UPG this is an insult to Prince Stolas.

When I and other daemonolators try to find research material on Prince Stolas, be it on Google or YouTube or wherever, and 99% of what we come up with is Helluva Boss this and Helluva Boss that, it's extremely infuriating. At least for me.

Sorry for the rant but I'm pissed. At least it was a short rant.

[flapjackoctolover]

Ok, weird question, but…

Has anyone ever just heard about the Infernal Divine and thought, “Wow, I’m actually kind of obsessed with this topic now,”?

…Because I’m wondering why I’m obsessed with it if I’m more of a lurker than a practitioner, yk?

[featherquillpen]

holy. shit. i’m making my own dæmon au for the magicians and i was scrolling through your dæmon posts when i saw a post you made like 3 years ago. i’d just decided on spotted hyena for margo and peacock for eliot, so it was amazing to see you agree with me (i understand your final choice of a madagascar hissing cockroach for el—it just doesn’t fit with my system).

i’d love to hear more of your thoughts on that crew’s dæs, or dæmonism within the magicians in general. i’ve got lot of thoughts about dæmons≈shades in particular, and i’d be interested in your take.

Oh man, that's so awesome! I'd love to see your take.

I don't think the concept of shades and dæmons perfectly correspond. Shades are about the conscience, and dæmons seem to be more about selfhood. Severed people behave like they're lobotomized, while people without shades behave like they've lost all morality and empathy.

As for other Magicians characters' dæmons, I did a whole take on Quentin you can read about.

[wizardsandcrystals]

Offering Jar for Caim

Ingredients: most of which are associated with his fire aspects

Gold Jar--he favors gold

Cinnamon

Ginger

Ashes

Orange Lily flowers

Rose buds

Red Gomphrena Globosa

Yellow Wax--he's a logician and fortune teller, is known to be a good commuicator

Mango Passionfruit Vodka--Bright orange color and smells great!

You could top this with melted yellow wax and tied with gold thread, but I ran out of thread and plan to use this jar continuously so I want it to keep open (plus I'm not allowed to burn shit in my flat!)

I'm also gonna put his sigil on it!

[no-light-darkness-visible]

Lyra and Will were far from the first people to separate from their dæmons to walk into The World of The Dead. If Lyra had listened to the scholars at Jordan College, she might have known that.

I wrote a meta-fanfic about the dæmons in Homer’s Odyssey in Lyra’s world. If Lyra had read it, she would have known that Odysseus beat her to the punch. Check it out on AO3 by clicking here.

Now that the TV series is complete, I’m reposting.

[vergess]

i'm getting back into his dark materials recently, and it's bumping up against my love of ffxiv, so what do you think the scions (or any other characters you're partial to) would have as their daemons? how about your wol?

Nyeheheee, okay, I haven't considered this extensively but I have considered it.

Obviously, I'm a Thancred Has A Wolf Daemon truther. He has all the common traits. Childhood trauma. Comfort with violence. Extreme loyalty to his perceived family/crew/pack.

Minfilia I think is a pink-headed duck, for two reasons. 1) There's a common myth that a duck quack doesn't echo, but actually, a duck's quack consumes its own echo because of the way the soundwaves oscillate, such that a quack is equal parts call and echo. 2) The pink headed duck was recently declared extinct, much like our girl.

Yda I think has a Small Indian Mongoose that she passes off as an Indian Grey Mongoose when people ask if her daemon has changed due to the trauma of the Calamity. "Oh, no, no, everyone just always thinks he's larger than he actually is, big personality and all that!!" Mongoose are very good fighters, and not to be a Taako Taaco stan on main, but they are also very good at not being poisoned by long term exposure to unbelievable toxicity. Getting to calll him by his proper name and species during Stormblood is a whole Character Arc for her.

Papalymo has a grass snake of unusually large (though not unheard of) size, much too large to wrap around his lalafell sized staff. Because of her extremely large size, she resembles an Aesculapian snake, but she's just a common grass snake.

Y'shtola has an aquatic fairy wasp, which is 1) A wasp, 2) one of the smallest insects int he world, 3) Swims underwater with its little wings 4) Is literally too small to break surface tension and has to climb out of water on grass stems instead, much like a certain someone can never escape the spectre of her first familiar lmao. Also, I just think Y'shtola having a near microscopic daemon is really funny. Like, they definitely used to pretend she was a witch and that her daemon was Out On Errands to torment people when they were younger by having her daemon just hide in her ear or something. The fact that post Shadowbringers she actually is a witch whose daemon has been Separated is actively fucking hilarious in this context.

Urianger has an Indigo Bunting, which is a) super brightly colored and showy in spite of Urianger's best efforts to be a secretive little bitch, b) outstandingly loud, and c) uses stellar navigation during its migrations, as a foreshadowing of his class change from ACN to AST. Also, they're same-sexed. Which is to say, his daemon has the bright ultra-blue feathers of male buntings. However, unlike Urianger, his daemon is probably a they/them type of bitch.

Tataru has a Tunisian Ant. Tunisian ants are pretty famous for being the best mathematicians in the animal world, able to compute complex trigonometry to navigate by counting the steps they took leaving their nest, adjusting their travel angle relative to the sun, and making a direct line back to the nest with their food. More importantly, however, this little bastards have some of the strongest sense of smell in the world. These little fellas can scent a good deal (food) from 17,000x their body size away, and they smell in 3D since they have two olfactory organs (antennae) compared the humanity's paltry single nose.

Krile has a golden parakeet. This is almost entirely because it's as obnoxiously yellow as she is, but it's also a little bit because parakeets along with other parrots are pretty famously intelligent, yet easily startled. The golden parakeet in particular is also almost hyper social, which I think blends well with Krile's adorably youthful faith in social systems.

Estinien has a draco volans, the common flying dragon lizard. This is both because I cannot resist a shitty pun, and because of real actual reasons such as: --the flying lizard has a ludicrous jump distance do to its gliding abilities, travelling 100x its body length; --although they are relatively anti-social and dislike loud environments, they are also perfectly happy to kill kill murder kill, with even the relatively more docile females having a vicious territorialism during mating and hatching seasons; --in spite of this, female dracos are free-travelling and wide ranging; --dracos will spend their whole lives never touching the ground if they can at all avoid it.

G'raha has an obnoxiously sociable little Corgi dog who not only talks to other daemons, but will chipperly chime into conversations between people as well. They wear matching outfits. It's unbearable. They're so saccharine. This is because when they woke up in the Bad Timeline, and Raha had to go to the first, his daemon didn't make it across the void. Unlike the scions, whose daemons fell asleep alongside them, it was presumed that Raha's daemon had dissipated. He had physically moved to the first like the WoL did, yet his daemon was missing. The combination of physical pain from the sudden separation and magical disturbance from bonding with the tower seemed to support this. In actuality, his daemon was doing exactly the same thing: sleeping next to source!G'raha in the Allagan stasis chamber. Being forced to assume your soul is dead and that you've only been kept alive through your own hubris for a couple centuries really does a Trauma on a bitch. After the two Raha's memories blended, Raha's daemon is critical in keeping source!Raha from being completely subsumed by the Exarch's greater age, power, and trauma.

The Twins are almost painfully easy. See. There's these two kinds of monkey. The blue monkey, and the red tailed monkey. Though monkeys are generally territorial bastards who hate not just other family groups of the same species, but other nearby species as well, this pair are pretty well known for travelling and even living in mixed species groups of blue and red. I mean. Aside from the fact that monkey daemons are associated with highly self-actualized and intelligent people, especially those with political goals. They're literally color coded for the twins. I almost feel bad giving them matching ones, but how can I possibly deny this simple fact?

If that's a disappointment, I also considered having an Oxpecker bird for Alisaie, and a horseshoe crab for Alphinaud.

The Oxpecker is a bird quite famous for its mutualistic relationship with large mammals, where it will eat parasites off their hides/wounds, and alert them to the approach of poachers. However, it's no longer considered a mutualist relationship but rather a parasitic one, because when 'grooming' its host mammal, the bird gives exactly 0 fucks about the mammal's safety, and will happily widen and worsen injuries to get to the food. This matches welll with Alisaie's extreme temperament and tendency to consider harm in the name of her goal an acceptable cost, even while she's still a broadly very caring and maternal character.

The horseshoe crab meanwhile is famous for its armored shell and its value as a source of medical components, which is a great choice for a dear sweet boy who gave up being a shield healer so he could be another shield healer.

As for WoLs. My WoL has a dwarf pea puffer, the smallest breed of pufferfish. They are tiny, territorial, and like to investigate things. Also, they can puff which is just very funny to watch even though it's, y'know, a stress reaction and shouldn't be considered cute or desirable. Oh my god but it's very funny though.

Lastly, I firmly believe that the ~Official WoL~ or default WoL or whatever people call him, the guy from the trailers, has a humaniform daemon and also it's Ardbert.

Ardert is the WoL's daemon.

[theres-a-body-here]

Daemonology: Purson part 2

Male demon x Male!reader

Part one

Three full moons had passed since your last encounter with Purson, and now your next evocation had arrived. To his surprise, rather than requesting another kiss, you asked to become his acolyte for the remainder of the lunar cycle.

Purson couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at your unexpected request. While serving as an a demon's acolyte might seem exciting at first glance, the reality was often mundane and tedious work.

Nevertheless, he agreed to your proposal.

Inside his study, Purson sat behind a massive desk designed to accommodate his towering stature. He pored over various temple proposals submitted by his devoted followers, occasionally mumbling to himself as he read through the documents. Meanwhile, you stood beside him, holding a large silver decanter filled with an herbal water meant to quench his thirst.

Though not particularly demanding work, it kept you close to him—close enough to observe the intricacies of his daily routine.

As Purson reviewed the documents before him, you couldn't help but admire his gold jewelry glinting in the candlelight, casting eerie shadows across his features. Every now and then, he would pause to dip his quill into an inkwell and jot down notes on parchment, lost in thought.

Purson reached for his golden goblet and tapped it with his clawed finger, signaling that he required a refill. Swiftly, you poured some herbal water from the decanter into his cup, watching intently as he brought it to his lips and took a long draught. His maw opens sightly with every gulp.

As he took a long swig of the drink, your gaze fell upon his imposing fangs—a sight that sent shivers down your spine, though not out of fear but arousal. With every swallow, you ogled the curve of his thick neck as it moved fluidly beneath his thick mane of fur.

After finishing his drink, Purson placed the empty cup aside and resumed reading through the proposals stacked before him. The silence in the room grew heavier with each passing minute, broken only by the scratching of quills on parchment and the occasional grumble from the demon King. Still, you didn't mind—simply being in his presence was reward enough for now.

After a while of meticulous note-taking and decision-making, Purson finally put down his quill and slouched back in his chair, running a hand over his face wearily. His fingers traced along his maw as he exhaled deeply, his red eyes betraying signs of exhaustion.

It seems even demons weren't immune to the boredom of office work.

You decide to break the awkward silence between you two. "Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?" you ask timidly, unsure if offering assistance would be welcome or unwelcome.

Purson lifted his head slowly, turning towards you with curiosity etched onto his bestial features. For a moment, he studied you with those piercing red eyes before responding. "Actually, yes," he said gruffly. "There is one thing."

He pointed towards a stack of scrolls lying nearby. "Perhaps you could organize these scrolls by date? They seem to be in quite a mess."

Delighted at having something to do besides standing idly by, you nod before getting to work sorting through the ancient parchments.

~~~~~~~

Your legs and back ached from standing for so long as you carefully sorted through the scrolls. If you had to guess, two hours have passed.

Nonetheless, you refused to complain or show any sign of discomfort; demonstrating weakness in front of Purson would not do.

Determined to prove your worth as an acolyte, you silently bore the pain in your back and continued arranging the parchments diligently.

Unfortunately, you failed to notice that you were unconsciously shifting your weight from foot to foot until it was too late. You cringe as you hear his writing abruptly stop.

"Is there a problem, little one?" he asked, his deep voice resonating like distant thunder rolling across the plains.

Swallowing hard, you shook your head and attempted to smile despite the throbbing pain in your lower back. "No, sir. Just stretching my legs a bit."

Silence fills the air, thickening like a suffocating smoke. You avoid his gaze as it burns through you. You feel your heart begin to race anxiously beneath your ribcage.

"Don't lie to me," Purson growls, his tone sharpening dangerously as his claws drummed against the wooden surface of his desk. "If something troubles you, speak up."

Trying to remain calm, you reply softly, "I apologize, sir. My back was hurting from standing so long."

Purson regards you silently for several moments before letting out a resigned sigh. Without warning, he scooted his chair backward with a loud creak of wood against the floor.

Your eyes snap open in alarm, anticipating his wrath — but instead of reprimanding you, he pats his lap invitingly. Confused but willing to trust him, you cautiously climbed onto his lap and settled into the crook of his powerful arms.

"Do not attempt to deceive me," Purson murmurs softly, his deep voice resonating through your core. "I am a demon of truth, after all."

Feeling sheepish, you nod quietly and burrow deeper into his embrace, embarrassed for being afraid.

Purson's strong arms wrapped around you, drawing you closer to his broad chest as he spoke softly. "Perhaps we both require a break."

Nodding, you leaned into his embrace gratefully, allowing yourself to relax against his massive frame. His warmth seeped into your bones, filling you with comfort.

Feeling bold, you decided to take things a step further—leaning your cheek against his furry chest and inhaling deeply. The musky scent of his coat filled your nostrils, making your heart flutter with excitement.

Chuckling softly, Purson commented, "My dear acolyte, you seem quite eager today."

Suddenly feeling self-conscious, you pull away from his chest and apologize hastily. "I-I'm sorry," you stammered, worried you may have crossed a line with your forward behavior.

Gently, Purson ran his claws over your back in a soothing manner. "I do not mind," he whispered reassuringly.

Seemingly lost in thought, he began stroking his chin contemplatively, as if remembering something.

Leaning closer, Purson's hot breath tickles your face as he whispers in a conspiratorial tone, "To be honest, little one, I have been thinking about your last evocation."

A shiver raced down your spine at his proximity, his words stirring feelings deep within you.

Purson's clawed hands rested on your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze while his sharp claws pricked your clothes. "If it had been anyone else," he said softly, "I wouldn't have indulged them. But you…you are truly devoted, aren't you?"

His crimson eyes gleamed with admiration as he regarded you fondly. "One of the most devout followers I've encountered."

Flustered by his compliment, heat rose to your cheeks as you tried to hide your embarrassment.

"And then you requested to become my acolyte," Purson continued with amusement in his voice, his hands wandering lower across your body. "That makes me think there is something more you seek beyond just a simple kiss."

Unable to gather the courage to confess your true intentions aloud, you remained silent while Purson considered his options thoughtfully.

At last, he spoke again: "Perhaps there's a way we can enjoy ourselves while working."

~~~~~~~~

Whimpering softly, you nestled against Purson's chest as he held you close, your back pressed firmly against his solid torso.

"Don't squirm so much, little one," he groaned softly into your ear as he struggled to maintain composure.

You could only whimper helplessly as his member throbbed within you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your hands trembled violently as you clutched the scrolls tightly, desperate to focus on your task.

Purson's hands roamed downwards to gently rub the bulging evidence of his impressive size pressing against your belly. "You don't have to work anymore," he assured you softly.

Obeying his command, you nodded and carefully placed the scrolls onto the desk, hands trembling.

Leaning back against his broad chest, you felt his cock pulsing steadily inside your body as he resumed his scribing duties. Occasionally, he would pause to plant a tender kiss upon your head, making your heart skip a beat every time.

As you writhed on his lap, your hard cock jerked excitedly with each subtle movement made by Purson. His powerful thighs spread wider apart, allowing you to sink even deeper onto his length.

"Lord Purson," you whined softly, unable to resist squirming on him as desire burned within you.

He released a ragged groan and held you still, fighting for control. "Please, little one, have patience. I'm almost done," he panted heavily.

Disappointed tears welled up in your eyes as you surrendered to his gentle restraint, feeling consumed by the heat spreading throughout your body. Inside you, his swollen cock throbbed relentlessly, filling you with a searing heat.

Eventually, Purson finished his task and set his quill aside. Grasping your hips firmly, he lifted you off his engorged length, causing both of you to moan as his slippery member slid free from your depths accompanied by a wet squelching sound.

Before you could react, Purson swiftly stood up and swept you off your feet, cradling you effortlessly in one arm while using the other hand to wrap your pants around his throbbing erection. With determined strides, he carried you out of his study and headed towards what appeared to be his bedroom chambers.

Silently, you laid limply his strong embrace as he strode down the hallways until reaching his chamber doors. As soon as they closed behind him, he laid you gently upon his massive bed, your body quivering with anticipation. Already, you could sense his rising heat thrumming through him like a storm about to break loose.

Without uttering a word, Purson began tugging at the hem of your shirt, prompting you to raise your arms above your head.

Once freed from its constraints, your pale skin was revealed, leaving him transfixed by the sight of your nakedness. His fingers twitched with eagerness as he took in the vision before him.

Inhaling deeply, Purson leaned closer to drink in your scent as his hands traced along your abdomen, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Though you heard a low rumbling purr emanating from deep within his chest, shyness kept you from commenting on it.

Instead, you focused on the sensation of his sharp claws gently scratching your sensitive skin.

Slowly, Purson traced a single line with his claw along the length of your neglected cock, eliciting a high-pitched whine from your lips.

"Such a good boy, aren't you?" Purson growled in satisfaction, his voice resonating like the thunderous roar of a stampeding herd.

Your head bobbed eagerly in agreement as Purson's clawed finger probed your mouth, tracing along your velvety tongue.

"Use your words, cub," he commanded in a husky whisper.

"Yes sir," you moaned submissively before his finger retracted from your mouth. Gripping your hips tightly, Purson pulled you closer until his engorged member pressed against yours, clearly showing that his size vastly surpassed yours in comparison.

His thick veiny length seemed ready to burst as precum oozed freely from the tip, dripping down into your pelvis.

Slowly, Purson rubbed his engorged cock against yours, causing you to whimper in excitement as your hands grasped the sheets tightly.

Without warning, he pushed the tip of his member into your quivering hole, causing you to gasp sharply at the sudden invasion. To provide some comfort, his hand reached out and wrapped around yours lovingly

As he pressed deeper, stretching you open further with every thrust, you couldn't help but let out muffled moans as you clasped your free hand over your mouth.

Gently prying your hand away from your mouth, Purson interlocked his fingers with yours and purred softly, "I want to hear you, little one." At that moment, he drove his cock deeper into you with a sharp thrust, eliciting a strangled cry from your lips.

Your fingers curled around his as you struggled to adjust to his massive girth stretching you apart. Yet despite the discomfort, a growing warmth spread throughout your core at feeling so filled by him.

Slowly but deliberately, Purson continued to thrust inside you, his pelvis smacking loudly against your bottom with each powerful stroke.

Clutching onto his toned arms, you held onto his fur for support as he relentlessly filled you up. Seeing you so needy, Purson increased his pace, driving himself deeper and harder into your body.

A deep groan escaped Purson's lips as he leaned closer, pressing his broad chest against yours while continuing his relentless assault on your entrance.

"Fuucghnn -" he caught himself just in time before he could swear. A demon as dignified as him shouldn't use such vocabulary. However, you made it difficult for him to maintain composure with your tight heat clenching around his cock.

Determined not to embarrass himself further, Purson claimed your mouth with his own in a fierce kiss, devouring it hungrily as if he were a ravenous lion feasting on its prey.

His tongue invaded your mouth, leaving you breathless and desperate for air. His claws dug into your shoulder blades, leaving red marks in their wake.

A shrill whine escaped your lips and Purson picked up his pace, causing him to bury himself deeper into you with each forceful thrust.

Lifting your hips higher with his legs, he angled himself perfectly to strike that sweet spot inside you, making your cock swing wildly with each impact. Precum splattered across your stomach and chest with each jarring slap.

Unlike Purson, you were only human.

You cried out in ecstasy as Purson continued his assault on your body. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" echoed through the room, reverberating off the walls.

"You shouldn't say such words," Purson admonished you playfully, his voice dripping with amusement before lowering his head to lap up the precum covering your trembling chest. The feel of his barbs dragging across your skin sent shivers coursing through your veins.

Eventually, unable to contain yourself any longer, you erupted in a torrent of hot seed that splashed across your trembling stomach as you let out a warbled sob.

Witnessing your release seemed to ignite something primal within Purson, forcing him to lift your ass higher and resume his relentless pounding with renewed vigor. His balls slapped loudly against your rear as he drove into you with unfettered abandon, cooing softly in your ear as he sought his own release.

"So good…so perfect…" he murmured between deep thrusts, his voice laced with satisfaction at witnessing your orgasm.

With a low groan, he buried himself fully within you one final time before emptying his load deep inside your quivering body.

Panting heavily, Purson collapsed beside you, his satisfied purrs resonating through your entire body. After withdrawing from your warm hole, he pulled you close for a tender embrace. He was purring loudly, your body shaking from it.

"Sleep now, little one," he whispered affectionately into your ear before nestling his face into the crook of your neck.

Exhaustion quickly overtook both of you as sleep descended upon you like a warm blanket, wrapping itself around your spent bodies.

[pyrowitchery]

Daemonology/Daemonaltry

Goet

Ranks of Goetian Spirits

Demon Sigils

Lord Lucifer

Info on Lucifer

Faces of Lucifer

Lord Mammon

Lord Beelzebub

Emperor Leviathan

King Asmodeus

Info on Asmodeus

King Belial

King Paimon

King Azazel

Prince Stolas

Grand Duke Astaroth

Furfur

Sitri

Nergal

Who/What is Satan

Worshipping Baphomet

[stellae-de-baphometis]

The Daemonesses Of The Ars Goetia 🔥

It's unfortunate that cultural appropriation of Lilith and other Jewish daemonesses has such a large influence and prominent following in the Daemonolatry community nowadays. In order to counteract some of this, I wanted to offer alternatives to working with Lilith, specifically from the infamous grimoire that is the Ars Goetia!

The entirety of the Ars Goetia daemons are referred to as male. But are they all really just guys?

Although all 72 of the Goetian Daemons are referred to with masculine pronouns (he/him/his), I don't personally believe that all of the Ars Goetia are or identify as male/masc. I see daemons as gender-fluid and believe that they appear to everybody differently.

So here are the Goetian Daemons that I personally consider to be Daemonesses, in regards to my UPG! :)

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NOTE: Please keep in mind that I have not communed or worked with every daemoness listed here. I have attained most of my knowledge of them through research and sigil gazing. And as always, this is just my UPG so please don't take this as fact! If what I've written here doesn't resonate with you, that's completely okay! Please form your own conclusions and opinions on the subject matter. 🖤

NOTE: In this post I will be referring to the spirits listed as both goddesses and daemonesses interchangeably, as I see daemons as deities in their own right.

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+: Queen/Countess Vinea :+

From the Ars Goetia: "The Forty-fifth Spirit is Vine, or Vinea. He is a Great King, and an Earl; and appeareth in the Form of a Lion, riding upon a Black Horse, and bearing a Viper in his hand. His Office is to discover Things Hidden, Witches, Wizards, and Things Present, Past, and to Come. He, at the command of the Exorcist will build Towers, overthrow Great Stone Walls, and make the Waters rough with Storms. He governeth 36 Legions of Spirits. And his Seal is this, which wear thou, as aforesaid, etc."

Lady Vinea is a sun goddess of battle, chaos, strength, storms, and war. She can also assist in matters of divination and scrying. She can help one with self-esteem and confidence, making you stronger in the face of your enemies. She could also be worked with as a protective deity.

It was no surprise to me that Vinea shares a lot of the same characteristics with Lady Sekhmet, an Egyptian sun goddess depicted with the head of a lioness. From my findings, she seems to be a spirit shard＊ of Sekhmet herself.

＊ In my UPG, a spirit shard is when an aspect or piece of a deity or spirit breaks off from its original fountainhead and becomes its own individual spirit or deity in their own right. They could be seen as a relative or creation/child of the original spirit/deity.

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+: Queen Beleth :+

From The Ars Goetia: "The Thirteenth Spirit is called Beleth (or Bileth, or Bilet). He is a mighty King and terrible. He rideth on a pale horse with trumpets and other kinds of musical instruments playing before him. This Great King Beleth causeth all the love that may be, both of Men and of Women, until the Master Exorcist hath had his desire fulfilled. He is of the Order of Powers, and he governeth 85 Legions of Spirits. His Noble Seal is this, which is to be worn before thee at working."

Lady Beleth is a sun and moon goddess of music, love, desire, emotions, lust, and peace. Despite the Ars Goetia describing her as "terrible", she actually has a very calming nature. She can help you with emotional regulation and the understanding of both your own and others' emotional experiences, thus assisting in relationships of any kind. Beleth can also assist in creative matters, especially of music.

Beleth is a spirit shard of Lady Bastet, and is cousin to Lady Vinea. Much like Bastet, Lady Beleth is associated with domestic cats and appears as cat-headed, just like her fountainhead deity.

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+: Duchess Bune :+

From the Ars Goetia: "The Twenty-sixth Spirit is Bune (or Bim). He is a Strong, Great and Mighty Duke. He appeareth in the form of a Dragon with three heads, one like a Dog, one like a Gryphon, and one like a Man. He speaketh with a high and comely Voice. He changeth the Place of the Dead, and causeth the Spirits which be under him to gather together upon your Sepulchres. He giveth Riches unto a Man, and maketh him Wise and Eloquent. He giveth true Answers unto Demands. And he governeth 30 Legions of Spirits. His Seal is this, unto the which he oweth Obedience. He hath another Seal (which is the first of these, but the last is the best)."

Lady Bune is a goddess of necromancy, wealth, enlightenment, hidden wisdom, death, and the shadows. She can help the living commune with the dead and vice versa, and can also help "lost souls" with moving on into the afterlife. She can also assist in matters of self-improvement, personal growth, learning from past mistakes, and changing for the better.

I believe Duchess Bune may be a somewhat distant relative of the Lernaean Hydra of Greco-Roman mythology. Both of their connections with water and the underworld seem to confirm this.

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+: Duchess Crocell :+

From the Ars Goetia: "The Forty-ninth Spirit is Crocell, or Crokel. He appeareth in the Form of an Angel. He is a Duke Great and Strong, speaking something Mystically of Hidden Things. He teacheth the Art of Geometry and the Liberal Sciences. He, at the Command of the Exorcist, will produce Great Noises like the Rushings of many Waters, although there be none. He warmeth Waters, and discovereth Baths. He was of the Order of Potestates, or Powers, before his fall, as he declared unto the King Solomon. He governeth 48 Legions of Spirits. His Seal is this, the which wear thou as aforesaid."

Lady Crocell is a goddess of freshwater, healing, purity, life, and fertility. Being a goddess of purity, she can help one to cleanse any space of negative energies. She can also heal and cleanse someone by immersing them in the water of her astral springs.

I've found many similarities between Duchess Crocell and Lady Sulis, a Celtic goddess of the thermal spring of Bath. I believe Crocell is a creation/child of Sulis.

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+: Duchess Gremory :+

From the Ars Goetia: "The Fifty-sixth Spirit is Gremory, or Gamori. He is a Duke Strong and Powerful, and appeareth in the Form of a Beautiful Woman, with a Duchess’s Crown tied about her waist, and riding on a Great Camel. His Office is to tell of all Things Past, Present, and to Come; and of Treasures Hid, and what they lie in; and to procure the Love of Women both Young and Old. He governeth 26 Legions of Spirits, and his Seal is this, etc."

Lady Gremory is a goddess of love, passion, friendship, beauty, lust, desire, and feminine attributes. Not only can she help you form and/or mend relationships with others, but she can also assist in developing self-love and self-acceptance. She is especially fond and protective of women, including trans women and fiaspec people in general! The Infernal Divine does not discriminate. Xx

I think Duchess Gremory could be a relative of Lady Branwen, a Celtic goddess of love and beauty. They have similar correspondences and I can't help but feel like they may be kind of related in some way.

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+: Duchess Vepar :+

From the Ars Goetia: "The Forty-second Spirit is Vepar, or Vephar. He is a Duke Great and Strong and appeareth like a Mermaid. His office is to govern the Waters, and to guide Ships laden with Arms, Armour, and Ammunition, etc., thereon. And at the request of the Exorcist he can cause the seas to be right stormy and to appear full of ships. Also he maketh men to die in Three Days by Putrefying Wounds or Sores, and causing Worms to breed in them. He governeth 29 Legions of Spirits, and his Seal is this, etc."

Lady Vepar is a goddess of the sea, protection, sickness, healing, medicine, storms, and marine life. Being a goddess of sickness, she can also help heal said illness and helps find cures for any ailments. She can assist in addressing traumas you've kept buried within the depths of your soul, so that you can emerge above the waters a better version of yourself.

Duchess Vepar may be associated with Lord/Lady Leviathan and Lady Tiamat, due to the correspondences with the ocean and seawater. I believe she may also have ties to the Kuliltu and Kulullu daemon races from Mesopotamian mythology, some of the many children of Mother Tiamat.

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+: Duke/Duchess Astaroth :+

From the Ars Goetia: "The Twenty-ninth Spirit is Astaroth. He is a Mighty, Strong Duke, and appeareth in the Form of a hurtful Angel riding on an Infernal Beast like a Dragon, and carrying in his right hand a Viper. He giveth true answers of things Past, Present, and to Come, and can discover all Secrets. He will declare wittingly how the Spirits fell, if desired, and the reason of his own fall. He can make men wonderfully knowing in all Liberal Sciences. He ruleth 40 Legions of Spirits. His Seal is this, which wear thou as a Lamen before thee, or else he will not appear nor yet obey thee, etc."

Lord/Lady Astaroth is a god(dess) of love, sorcery, lust, passion, friendship, androgyny, and magic. Similar to Lucifer, they are an enlightenment and knowledge daemon. They also assist in building relationships with others, as well as self-love. Astaroth can help you strengthen and further develop your divination skills as well, making it easier to communicate with the spiritual realms in general.

In my UPG, Duke/Duchess Astaroth isn't the same as Astarte (Ashtoreth), but rather a spirit shard of her. This spirit shard was then further developed into a daemon by Lord Lucifer himself. These are just my personal beliefs though!

(Side Note: I believe that Duke/Duchess Astaroth goes by all pronouns, but personally I just use they/them/theirs pronouns most of the time to refer to Astaroth. Xx)

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+: Marchioness Gamigin/Samigina :+

From the Ars Goetia: "The Fourth Spirit is Samigina, a Great Marquis. He appeareth in the form of a little Horse or Ass, and then into Human shape doth he change himself at the request of the Master. He speaketh with a hoarse voice. He ruleth over 30 Legions of Inferiors. He teaches all Liberal Sciences, and giveth account of Dead Souls that died in sin. And his Seal is this, which is to be worn before the Magician when he is Invocator, etc."

Lady Gamigin, also known as Lady Samigina, is a goddess of death, necromancy, dying, darkness, the afterlife, and the Underworld. She assists with spirits crossing over to the afterlife, and can also assist in communicating with the dead. Gamigin could also function as a grave-keeper type of spirit.

Marchioness Samigina may be related to the Gallo-Roman goddess, Lady Epona; a protector of equine animals, and a goddess of fertility. The "leader of the souls to the afterlife" correspondences seem to confirm the correlation between Gamigin and Epona.

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+: Marchioness Marchosias :+

From the Ars Goetia: "The Thirty-fifth Spirit is Marchosias. He is a Great and Mighty Marquis, appearing at first in the Form of a Wolf (or Ox) having Gryphon’s Wings, and a Serpent’s Tail, and Vomiting Fire out of his mouth. But after a time, at the command of the Exorcist he putteth on the Shape of a Man. And he is a strong fighter. He was of the Order of Dominations. He governeth 30 Legions of Spirits. He told his Chief, who was Solomon, that after 1,200 years he had hopes to return unto the Seventh Throne. And his Seal is this, to be made and worn as a Lamen, etc."

Lady Marchosias is a goddess of war, battle, strength, chaos, and protection. She can help one to feel powerful and assist in taking back control in your life. She can help you feel motivated and confident. Marchosias can also assist with curse work and help you rise up above your enemies.

Marchioness Marchosias may have ties to Lord Fenrir from Norse mythology. I've noticed they both share the same chaotic energy. They only seem distantly related to one another though.

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+: Marchioness Phenex :+

From the Ars Goetia: "The Thirty-Seventh Spirit is Phenex (or Pheynix). He is a great Marquis, and appeareth like the Bird Phoenix, having the Voice of a Child. He singeth many sweet notes before the Exorcist, which he must not regard, but by-and-by he must bid him put on Human Shape. Then he will speak marvellously of all wonderful Sciences if required. He is a Poet, good and excellent. And he will be willing to perform thy requests. He hath hopes also to return to the Seventh Throne after 1,200 years more, as he said unto Solomon. He governeth 20 Legions of Spirits. And his Seal is this, which wear thou, etc."

Lady Phenix is a sun goddess of transformation, rebirth, resurrection, creativity, passion, nature, and fire. She can help ignite the creative fires within one's soul so they can express their full artistic potential. She can also help one burn up negative traits so that you may emerge from the ashes a better version of yourself.

Marchioness Phenex can be considered either synonymous with or an aspect of the Greco-Roman Phoenix bird. I personally see Lady Phenex as being a daemonic aspect of the Phoenix.

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+: President Amy/Avnas :+

From the Ars Goetia: "The Fifty-eighth Spirit is Amy, or Avnas. He is a Great President, and appeareth at first in the Form of a Flaming Fire; but after a while he putteth on the Shape of a Man. His office is to make one Wonderful Knowing in Astrology and all the Liberal Sciences. He giveth Good Familiars, and can bewray Treasure that is kept by Spirits. He governeth 36 Legions of Spirits, and his Seal is this, etc."

Lady Amy, also known as Lady Avnas, is a goddess of volcanoes, the wild, nature, strength, fire, wisdom, and protection. She can assist one in the studying of desired topics and subjects, but especially astrology and the zodiac. She can also shield one from negative energies, as well as help the individual to become stronger.

I can't help but feel like President Amy has associations with Lord Pan/Faunus... However Amy isn't as prominently sexual or lustful as Pan. They both seem to be deities of nature and the wild though.

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+: President Haagenti :+

From the Ars Goetia: "The Forty-eighth Spirit is Haagenti. He is a President, appearing in the Form of a Mighty Bull with Gryphon’s Wings. This is at first, but after, at the Command of the Exorcist he putteth on Human Shape. His Office is to make Men wise, and to instruct them in divers things; also to Transmute all Metals into Gold; and to change Wine into Water, and Water into Wine. He governeth 33 Legions of Spirits, and his Seal is this, etc."

Lady Haagenti is a goddess of sorcery, transformation and transmutation, fertility, magic, creativity, and change. Like her masculine counterpart (President/King Zagan), she teaches spiritual alchemy and can assist one with attaining spiritual enlightenment in this way. She can also help with developing creative skill so one can excel in their desired creative fields.

Some have aligned President Haagenti with the previously mentioned Lady Bastet. Personally, I don't really see them as being linked in any way, nor could I find any good sources as to why people conflate them with one another. If anything, I feel like Lady Haagenti, along with President/King Zagan and Count/President Morax, evolved from the Minotaur in Greek mythology. I also believe Morax may be an aspect of the Minotaur, but that's for another post lol.

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+: Prince(ss) Seere :+

From the Ars Goetia: "The Seventieth Spirit is Seere, Sear, or Seir. He is a Mighty Prince, and Powerful, under AMAYMON, King of the East. He appeareth in the Form of a Beautiful Man, riding upon a Winged Horse. His Office is to go and come; and to bring abundance of things to pass on a sudden, and to carry or recarry anything whither thou wouldest have it to go, or whence thou wouldest have it from. He can pass over the whole Earth in the twinkling of an Eye. He giveth a True relation of all sorts of Theft, and of Treasure hid, and of many other things. He is of an indifferent Good Nature, and is willing to do anything which the Exorcist desireth. He governeth 26 Legions of Spirits. And this his Seal is to be worn, etc."

Lord/Lady Seere is a god(dess) of the skies, astral travel, peace, clouds and rain, fertility, beauty, and androgyny. They can help one with astral travel as well as dream interpretation and walking the dreamscape. They can also help one attain insight about yourself and whatever is going on in your life. They can also help you attain an abundance of whatever it is that you seek.

Prince(ss) Seere and their steed may have ties to the Pegasus in Greek mythology, though I wasn't able to entirely confirm this.

+: Princess Sitri :+

From the Ars Goetia: "The Twelfth Spirit is Sitri. He is a Great Prince and appeareth at first with a Leopard’s head and the Wings of a Gryphon, but after the command of the Master of the Exorcism he putteth on Human shape, and that very beautiful. He enflameth men with Women’s love, and Women with Men’s love; and causeth them also to show themselves naked if it be desired. He governeth 60 Legions of Spirits. His Seal is this, to be worn as a Lamen before thee, etc."

Lady Sitri is a goddess of love, passion, relationships, sex, fire, lust, and desire. She can help one with love spells and sex magic, as well as mending relationship conflicts. She can also infuse any creative project with passion, and help you overcome creative blocks.

I personally feel that Princess Sitri has ties to Lady Aphrodite/Venus, given the associations with love, desire, and sex. I also believe she's related to Duke Flauros/Haures in some way too. Sitri appears to me as a cheetah rather than a leopard, but that's just how I see her lol.

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Welp, that concludes the daemonesses of the Ars Goetia! Please keep in mind that these are just my personal beliefs, and I encourage you to take from this post what you wish and form your own opinions and beliefs on the matter.

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There are many goddesses and daemonesses that span across several different practices and cultures that are open to work with...

Lilith doesn't need to be one of them.

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I hope you all found this post helpful! And as always, I wish you well on your spiritual path. 🖤

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Okay not really, but while I was taking a break from grinding levels in ESO and staring at my sparkly new keyboard and its lights I lost control and started typing and the story idea I posted earlier got it's first page. Still not planning on actually focusing on this, but since when have my plans ever worked out?

It's over, it's finally over. After twenty years of constant fighting, constant war, constant death, it's over. It's taken twenty years and millions of lives but you have finally defeated the greatest enemy your family has ever known. The cliff you find yourself sitting on overlooks what remains of the battlefield, the land for as far as the eye can see is a decimated hellscape, ash blankets the crater strewn ground, fires continue to rage, and the bodies dotting the fields and forests burn along with everything else, there will be no burials.

You watch as the remnants of your army scour the battlefield for any sign that the enemy remains, but despite your assurances that it can not possibly remain the leaders of the various forces that make up your army insist on making sure. But there is a problem, one you know is coming. That problem is you and as you hear the sound of a dozen approaching footsteps you know the time has come. With a heavy sigh you stand and turn to face the only people left in your life that you consider friends.

It is General Ganzorig who makes the first move as he takes a step closer. His formerly brilliant green scale coat is stained with blood and mud. He was the first to swear his loyalty and forces to you and is by far your oldest friend. "Ma'am, we need to talk."

"Seriously Naran, when are you going to use my name?" The faint smirk that comes to his lips would be hard to see, but you have had plenty of time to learn his quirks. "I know what this conversation is about. So go ahead and say it'' Your smile fades and you turn your attention to the rest. "I know Naran is hesitant to say what's on all your minds, but some of you have no such issue."

"You're damn right we don't" Blace, High Queen of the Amazon Tribes, has never been one to keep her thoughts a secret. "Just what the hell have you been doing this entire time? Was it always that vile magic at your fingertips?" She pauses for a moment to give you a chance to answer but you have nothing to say. "By the Gods! Fifteen years, fifteen God's damned years at your side fighting this war and you spent the entire time lying to me, to us!" She sweeps her arm out at the assembled group. They all look uncomfortable at the idea of your lies, some more than others.

"What is it, what darkness have you let into your heart?" Lillian von Winter, possibly the most devout woman you have ever met looks as though her heart is breaking as she stares into your eyes, your silence all the proof she needs that you have delved into magic that her church views as the greatest of heresies.

[[Sanguimancy, blood magic, the counterpoint to necromancy and the ability to control and manipulate the living.|pp2][$magic to "sanguimancy"]] [[Necromancy, returning the dead to a semblance of life as mindless slaves and the ability to kill with a gesture.|pp2][$magic to "necromancy"]] [[Daemonology, summoning the foes of humanity into the world to do your biding and the ability to control fire.|pp2][$magic to "daemonology"]] [[Abyssal magic, calling on forces incomprehensible to the human mind, driving enemies to madness and rending reality asunder.|pp2][$magic to "abyssal"]]