The entity referred to as "The Devil," or "Satan," by Christians is said by some to be based upon The Horned God also known as Cernunnos, Herne, Pan, or the Green Man, whom was worshiped by Pagans before the world was purged by the church in it's attempt to become the supreme Religion of mankind. Just as some would say the story of Jesus Christ was based upon an older Pagan god.
Satan, The Devil, The Destroyer, Apollyon, Abaddon, Dragon, The Great Deceiver, Father of Lies, and many more names have been placed on this supposed fallen angel who came to Earth an taught men technology and warfare as well as teaching women cosmetics. Some refer to him as Lucifer, the bearer of light. Others call him the Morning Star. I will refer to him with the name I am most comfortable with, which is "Azazel." Demonology had fascinated for as long as I had been aware that Demons existed. By the time that I found my 22 year old self in North Carolina that January of 2008 I had spent a great deal of time researching it, as well as I did with any other number of world Religions or belief systems that I had come across with hundreds of thousands or millions of followers. I gleaned all the information available from texts such as the Bible, the Book of Enoch, and the Lessor Key of Solomon, and so gained a basic understanding of what Demons were supposed to be, and had even compiled a list of particularly well known ones. Azazel was the top of the list. I was convinced that he was not only the real deal, but was also most probably the "chief," or leader of all other Demons here on Earth. I believed he was one and the same as this "Devil," that the Christians referred to. After certain events that had occurred to me while living in Maryland the previous fall, I had temporarily stopped studying world religions and spirituality on my free time and delved deeper into Demonology than I had ever before. I was reading anything credible that I could get my hands (or should I say my eyes) on. I needed to know the truth about them, where did they come from? What did they want with humans? What really were they, what power or abilities did they have? The obvious conclusion is that I would have to try and contact one and communicate with it directly. I believed this to be a very real possibility if one was experienced enough or powerful enough of a "Sorcerer," "Magician," or "Witch," which by no means would I have considered myself any one of those things at the time. However, I could not resist the burning desire I had to lay some questions to rest for good, so what did I do? I tried to contact a Demon. And not just any Demon would do. It must be the Prince of Demons. I have never been good at waiting for things to happen, or even remotely good at idly passing the time. I drive myself crazy. I jump the gun. I make rash decisions and I make many mistakes because of it. It is a good thing that we at least learn from our mistakes, because there was to be no exception of my normal tendencies this January. I wanted to talk to Azazel and I wanted to talk to him a.s.a.p.. I wont get into exact details of how I initially tried to "summon," Azazel or contact him, but I did try. I tried multiple times. I was using Occult methods that I had read about and I am not referring to the ouija board or a blacked out mirror (though I have used both). Anyway after a couple days and a few failed attempts, or at least unresponsive attempts, I become extremely frustrated feeling purposefully ignored by the Demon I was trying to communicate with. I felt as if I were trying to have a meaningful conversation with someone and they kept looking the other way, pretending not to hear me, and all-together just completely ignoring me. So one evening right around dusk, feeling like I would never be successful, I ran out the door and into the front yard. I threw my hands into the air and looked up into the sky. Arms raised high, fingers spread out wide, I turned slowly in a circle with my palms facing upwards and yelled at the top of my lungs into the darkening cloudless blue sky. "Why?," and then "Why wont you answer me?," follow by profanity and wicked insults. Completely losing control of my temper I then proceeded to curse Azazel with every name, phrase, an word in the book. I told him he wasn't real. I told him he was a powerless has been that had only ever been jealous of mankind in the first place and would never be as powerful as myself, a mortal man, even if he were real. I told him he didn't probably even have the strength or ability to communicate with me even if he wanted to anyway. I said things like, "some all mighty fallen Angel you are," and "what a legendary chief of Demons are you," and "I doubt that you are real at this point, I will now dismiss you as a myth created to scare children and masses of peons into submission in the name of Religion." I was not impressed, and so I walked back to the house, sorely disappointed. I gave up on contacting Azazel. I uttered one last F-bomb at him. Walking up the steps I felt drained, all my energy had been spent out there in the grass screaming and raging at some entity that didn't even exist. What a damn fool I was. I would just go drink a glass of water and lay down for the evening. I upset that everything had come to naught. About the time I was in the center of the living room that all changed. It was a calm and clear sort of windless day outside, a blue sky that was fading into night, and unusually warm for January. The front door burst open as if someone had kicked it with all their might and then instantly slammed back shut. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned to look at it and as I did the back door flew open and slammed shut as well. My eyes rested on the front door as it continued to repeat this several times in unison with the back door doing the same thing, it was as if there was a tornado out in the yard causing some sort of violent vacuum effect on the doors. Looking out of a window, the limbs of the nearby trees were not blowing, neither was the pinwheel at the end of the driveway. The cat's back arched and its hair stood on end and it would not calm down, it was emanating a deep and low sound hiss/growl that I have never heard a cat make before. Turning in the direction of the cats gaze I noticed the computer chair start to turn in a circle right before my eyes and it continued to spin around in at least half a dozen circles before stopping. My girlfriend and best friend Shawn were both freaked out and asking me "what the fuck did you do?" It was at this point that I knew that I fucked up. I was in some sort of shock, because for a moment or two, all I could do was just stand there. And then all of a sudden It dawned on me that I had truly done it. I had really opened up some sort of portal or doorway straight to Azazel himself and now I needed to do something to protect my companions, and myself for that matter. I quickly gathered up a wooden bowl that I had purified water in and I added sea salt to it in a particular fashion all the while while reciting particular words of power. I was creating my own personal version of holy water. Moving from one doorway and window to the next, also including all of the mirrors in the house, I said blessings of protection and incantations of banishment at each opening and flicking the holy water above and below each one. I was creating magickal wards of a sort, for lack of better terminology, I don't know how exactly but I knew exactly what to do apparently because I was on auto-pilot. I had one hundred percent perfect faith in my ability. I had never created a magickal boundary of any sort, banished anything, or even ever displayed such faith in the supernatural, or for that matter faith in myself. I just did what I needed to do to protect myself and my companions. The doors had stopped slamming, nothing was spinning in circles anymore, and it had turned full dark outside by the time I had put up a defense around the entire house. I took a moment in the center of the house to still myself, take a few deep breaths, and envision white light starting inside of me and growing to radiate and push out to overtake the house and cover the whole property. It was not the most concentrated effort as I was still pretty shaken up but it at least made me feel more comfortable. I returned the bowl of holy water to our temporary altar in the bedroom and I picked up a the sage and saying a prayer I lit one end. Walking around the house again, with the sage in my right hand I smudged, and with my left hand I made sacred symbols and recited words of power all the while. I repeated incantations as well as psalm 23 and the lords prayer, as I was still in a transition of my old Christianity based spirituality that I had developed since I was a child, and the Paganistic spirituality I was now evolving into. My companions were still very rattled, and that was very understandable to me given the situation. I told them that I was sorry, that I had no idea anything that intense would have happened, or really been possible. It seemed like a scene from a scary movie or something. They asked me what had I honestly thought would happen? That told me that I had been trying to get a reaction or communication from this thing for days, and hadn't I thought that sooner or later it would answer me? Especially if provoked? I suppose that I did and now I felt really bad. And that was about the time that the scratching started. It was coming from the front door and it sounded like an animal was clawing the bottom of it. My girlfriend walked over and opened it expecting the cat to be there. It wasn't. She looked around outside but there was nothing to be seen. There were no trees even remotely close to the house for it's branches to have raked the door either. We tried to tell ourselves that we didn't have a clue as to what had made the scratching sounds, but practically as soon as the door was closed the noises started up again. We decided to try and ignore the sounds. They continued anyway. It was super creepy and gave us all the willies to say the least. We decided to go to bed instead of sitting around feeling freaked out and paranoid that the Devil was going to try and break down the door and walk right on in. We all decided to just go to bed. Laying down in the bedroom 30 minutes later, I was no where near being able to sleep. My girlfriend was on one side of me, and Shawn was laying on the floor at the foot of the bed right in front of the door. All of a sudden the door opened and almost faster than my eye could even track, a sinister half-man half-dragon looking creature flew across the foot of the bed and straight towards me. It was roughly the size of a man, though it may have been hunched over, and it's face was quite similar to that of a man as well. Long greasy looking blonde hair fell to at least it's shoulders and large leathery appearing wings seemed to be folded behind it's back, I could see the spine of each one jutting up behind it's shoulders. Firey red eyes appeared so intense they could have literally been flames set inside it's eyes. Tight but wrinkly almost bleached looking pale white skin stretched over it's body. Large man-like hands were raised up about level with it's chest, old looking yellowish colored nails coming to sharp points at the end of each long slender finger as they were bent into a position as if poised to gouge my eyes out. It's mouth opened into a silent sneer/scream as it came closer to my face and I could see inside to the rows of yellowish shark looking pointed teeth. About an inch away from my face it disappeared into thin air. I thought I was going to have a heart attack, it was beating so loud and hard that I could hear it and feel it in my ears. I could not believe what I had just saw. I was sort of frozen like that for a moment totally in shock again for the second time that day. Looking around the room I saw that my girlfriend had not moved and neither had shawn, which meant the door could not have been opened. What in the hell had just happened then? Thinking rationally I tried to play it back it in my mind, it felt very surreal. I had not been asleep. I had not been tired and didn't even have my eyes closed. I had been laying there, wide awake, reciting the lords prayer and other words of power over and over. I had been completely coherent, but had I somehow suffered from a hallucination? I didn't take drugs. I had smoked pot in months, I wasn't drinking, I had even taken an aspirin. No... there was only one explanation I could come up with. I had experienced a very concentrated psychic attack, or astral projection of sorts. I had just seen Azazel. Both my girlfriend and Shawn assured me that they had heard or seen nothing and that the door had most definitely not been opened. I needed a drink of water because my mouth had become very dry. I climbed out of bed, stepped over Shawn, out of the bedroom and down the hall. I passed the spare bedroom, the bathroom, and into the livin groom. I was half way across the floor to the kitchen when something made me stop. The hair all over my body was standing up and I felt my skin turn to gooseflesh. Turning to my right I looked out the bay windows overlooking the back yard and for the third time that day I felt as if I might have a heart attack. Outside the windows, 10 to 12 feet above the ground, something was floating there. Something in the shape of a man. Something in a tattered looking black cloak. Something with a face as white as the moon as completely featureless. Something that was staring back at me through the window.
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