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rings-of-darkness · 8 months

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The Sanctuary of Paimon: A Descriptive Insight

Posted by Damien Harker | Date: 30, September, 2023

[DISCLAIMER: These are my opinions and by no means representative of CoS as a whole.]

Greetings, seekers of the esoteric,

Allow me to introduce you to "The Sanctuary of Paimon," a place where the mystical presence of Paimon, the guide of personal empowerment and desire, resides. As we step into this enigmatic realm, let me unveil the adornments and the symbolic altar that grace this sanctuary.

Adornments of the Sanctuary

Harmonious Contrasts: The Sanctuary of Paimon embraces harmonious contrasts, symbolizing the multifaceted nature of existence. Deep velvety purples and midnight blues drape the walls, creating an ambiance of introspection and revelation. Candlelit sconces, strategically placed, cast a warm glow, illuminating the path of inner discovery.

Symbols of Empowerment: The walls and floor of the sanctuary are adorned with intricate sigils and symbols associated with Paimon. These sacred markings serve as a conduit for personal empowerment and a representation of the unyielding pursuit of one's desires.

The Singular Altar

At the heart of the sanctuary stands a singular, formidable altar—a centerpiece that transforms with the changing seasons:

The Shifting Altar: The altar is not static; it metamorphoses in alignment with the seasons. In spring, it may bloom with blossoms, evoking growth and renewal. In the heat of summer, it radiates with fiery candles and offerings of fervor. As autumn leaves fall, it becomes adorned with fruits and symbols of harvest, reflecting the realization of desires. In the heart of winter, it transforms into a realm of quiet reflection, adorned with symbols of inner strength and the introspective journey.

An Offering to Desires: Throughout the year, the altar may display offerings representing personal desires and aspirations. These offerings stand as tangible manifestations of intentions and ambitions, serving as a constant reminder of the inherent power of desire in shaping one's destiny.

Conclusion: The Path of Self-Realization

The Sanctuary of Paimon is an embodiment of personal empowerment and the celebration of desire. It mirrors the cyclic nature of existence, evolving with the seasons to illuminate the path of self-realization. It beckons those who seek to embrace their innermost desires, to comprehend the multifaceted nature of the self, and to tread the path of self-discovery and personal empowerment.

As I continue to traverse this solitary journey, I extend an invitation to those who resonate with the mysteries of Paimon and the pursuit of their true desires. Together, we shall explore the depths of inner revelation and unveil the enigmas of the self.

In shadows and solidarity,

Damien Harker 🌘🕊

#666 #blasphemy #dark art #king paimon #the ninth gate #church of satan #satanism #laveyan satanism #satanic black mass #the chruch of satan #hail satan #ave satanas

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luxthestrange · 2 months

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WHB Incorrect quotes#24 AL HAIL MC

Mc*Ontop the roof of the house of house roof* When I was told I needed to work 9 to 5 I thought that was the hours not how many jobs I needed to work to make a living!*Is covered in a blanket*

Sitri*Looking up at them trying to get you down* We shouldn't make jokes! Belial 'died' today

Mc: Aw great! another person living my dream!

Leraye*Also there for support, being the softer negotiator to Sitri lectures*Mc I wouldn't use the word 'Living'~...*Sweat drops holding a tray of one of his headless teddies to bring you down*

Satan: Why is it you buy one mental illness and get seven free!?*Is already climbing the building to get you down*

Mc: What do you mean this mental all this was a family heirloom passed on from generations just like the crown!*Takes out a crown and puts it on head*I may not be the king/queen of the country but I am the king/queen of the depressed mental state!

Gehenna Demons: MC!?!-

Mc: IT'S YOUR MAJESTY!!!*is about to crawl in the window where Paimon has been recording you 'torturing' the others, where he greets you, With arms in the open for hugs*

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demonichikikomori · 7 months

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Pink Bath Water

Paimon x GN!Reader Word Count: 1.6k+ Tags: Taking a Shower Together/I Love Paimon So Much/Suggestive

I don't care that you like (insert demon) more. I love Paimon. Paimon is the best. My Paimon is the strongest and most perfect. You will adore Paimon. Hail King Paimon. I wrote Paimon so many times it doesn't even look like a real word anymore. Happy 13 Lovely Hauntings.

SUMMARY:

After a battle, you and Paimon ended up soaked in angel blood. He said the two of you should take a shower. Together of course.

When you had first arrived in hell, you assumed angels would die in a much more elegant way. An explosion of gold color confetti. Maybe even a white cloud of smoke. But here you were walking stiffly behind Paimon, both of you drenched in blood.

The substance was drying against your skin, making it disgustingly sticky. The demon asked if you would like to wash off together, since he felt bad getting you covered in holy remains. You usually would turn down the request but the scent of gore was giving you a headache. “I know there’s a hotel nearby. I usually crash there when I stay out too late!” He chirped happily with a slight sway to his hips, and turned so he could walk backwards facing you. The rainbow pattern in his eye appeared to swirl and sparkle like a precious stone as he looked you up and down. “A blood soaked descendant of Solomon… It’s really exciting too.” He giggled gently with a wide smile splitting across his face. “Is it? It feels a little sticky.” You laughed nervously with a small shake of your head.

You didn’t know much about Paimon other than his love for cute things, bubblegum, and a rumor that he has an interest in blood. “Suuuuuuper exciting! Like I could eat you up right now!” He beamed with another soft giggle. The red coating his face made the sight much more intimidating than intended. As though his declaration to devour you was nothing to be taken lightly. “But I won’t! Because I love you oh-so-much!” The demon cooed with another spin, taking you through an evacuated district of… Love hotels.

You didn’t mention your surroundings to the blood-soaked blond as the two of you entered one of the desolate buildings. Thankfully this one went untouched by the angels' earlier attacks. There were heart streamers hanging from the ceiling and neon lights wrapped around the trimming of the walls, and behind the counter was an assortment of keys adorned with heart shaped charms. “We’ll just borrow a room. I’ll leave some money for the owner when we’re all done!” He promised as he rushed behind the counter to collect one of the keys. Although you were just here for a shower, it felt much more intimate knowing you were in a place like this. But the demon said he only slept here, and demons can’t lie.

Maybe you were just overthinking it.

“The soap here smells super-duper amazing. Like bubble gum, and strawberries, and like, so many other really good smelling things.” He led you to an elevator and pressed the floor the two of you would be borrowing. “I know His Majesty must miss you already, so I won’t take too long! I’m surprised he’s allowing it!” The demon cheered with his hands laced together behind him, swaying happily as the elevator began to rise. To be honest, you aren’t even sure if Satan was aware of what Paimon was asking. He waved a blood covered hand at the two of you to shoo you away as he fought to get pieces of angel halo out of his eyes. Courtesy of Paimon who left the battlefield far worse than when you all arrived.

You looked down at your stained hands with a small pout as the music played softly around you. “Well, he’s not exactly my boyfriend.” You used a stern tone as the pout began melting into a frown. Just because you agreed to help out in hell does not make that man your boss! “Don’t think about it too much. I’m doing this because I want to.” You assured the blond, who was now smiling even wider. “You’re such a cutie…” He whispered and reached out towards you with a blood stained hand. “Can we? I wanna be closer.” You agreed silently and allowed your hand to be taken into Paimon’s.

Your fingers were now laced together. Tightly. Intimately. He rubbed his thumb against your skin as he pulled you out of the elevator and down the hall. Of course, just for the purpose of showering.

The room was dim, the bed was a large heart shaped mattress and there were shades of pink and red everywhere. It was like Valentine’s Day had barfed all over the room. You were snapped out of your thoughts from the sound of the demons displeasure. “Uwehh… I have chunks in my hair.” He scoffed and pulled the blood soaked scrunchie from his ponytail using his other hand. With a light click of his tongue, he pulled a small piece of meat from his gold colored locks and a scowl. “Even covered in blood, I think you’re still cute.” You offered a kind comment in hopes of cheering him up. And it did. He smiled as he proudly undressed, revealing the faint scars along his toned body as he ushered you out of your own clothes.

He didn’t seem to care that the two of you were naked in an intimate setting, getting ready to shower together. You began wondering if there was even a point to salvaging your now ruined clothes as you folded up your top to place on the edge of the bed. Maybe Paimon could magically restore them? It’s not like you had anything to change into. If you had to, maybe the love hotel would have a costume you could borrow for the time being? Again, there was no time for thinking as the demon grabbed your hands gingerly and dragged you towards the bathroom.

Everything was a blur as he turned on the faucet and searched through a small cabinet for soaps. You stood there with your arms wrapped around yourself. You that hiding was pointless, but Paimon was still a man. A cute one. “Let me know if the water is too warm! I don’t want you to get burned.” He sang sweetly with a collection of colorful bottles and tubes in his arms as you stuck your hand under the rushing shower head.

The water was hot, but not scalding. It bounced off of your bloodstained skin and into the ceramic tub below where a pool of pinkish water began to form. “Too hot?” The demon asked and you quickly straightened up. Paimon was staring at you with a light tilt of his head. “It’s fine! Sorry.” You chuckled with a sheepish smile before lowering your gaze. You didn’t have to feel nervous. It’s just Paimon. Satan was someone you would have to be afraid of getting into a shower with. Paimon just… Wanted to get in with you. Together. At the same time. You stepped into the water, flinching at the sudden warmth as the demon giggled and got in behind you. The curtain was closed and the two of you began to rinse off. “Is it okay if I wash your hair? I promise I’ll be suuuuuuper gentle.” The blond assured you that the fate of your scalp would be safe in his hands. “I don’t mind. Do you want me to wash yours?” You asked as you watched the pink water start to grow redder and redder as the blood washed off of your bodies.

“You will?! Ahhhhh you’re so sweet! Let’s clean you up first okaaaay?” He sang from behind you with the sound of a plastic cap being opened. A thick substance was drizzled into your hair, and then the feeling of careful and skilled fingers. Paimon’s glittery pink nails massaged the strawberry scented shampoo into your scalp with tender motions. His slender fingers were so gentle, so comforting… You allowed your eyes to fall shut as you relaxed against the demon. You hadn’t noticed his wet body against yours as he continued to massage the soap into your scalp. You could feel the water and suds trickling down your skin as Paimon hummed behind you. “You’re letting your guard down. Does that mean we can shower together more often?” The blond had hope lacing his tone as you bashfully turned your head away. You could feel the heat flushing the tips of your ears as you pictured showing with Paimon a second time. Seeing him strip proudly before you, showing off his toned body, despite his feminine appearance. “Is that a yes?” He asked softly as you perked up and looked back at him with shock. You weren’t exactly saying no.

“Well…” You trailed off as Paimon began to pout. “I’ll consider it.” You answered sheepishly as his eye began to sparkle, There was a cheeky hum from behind as the demon slipped his arms around you and groped your chest. “Yaaay! You’re such a cutie!~!” He cooed sweetly with your nipples now pinched between his thin fingers. “We can get closer and closer in the shower. It’s not like His Majesty is here… Or anyone else.” He purred with his body now pressed flush against yours. His wet, golden hair clinging to your skin as your heart began to pound beneath his palm. “I’ll bite you aaaall over, and kiss you too!~! And then, I wanna taste your blood. I bet it’s as sweet as you are.” Paimon whispered, his voice was soft, nearly hidden under the sound of the shower water rushing from the faucet and the thrum of your heart. “Hey,” He called out to you, his tongue rubbing against the pulse point on your throat. You had to nervously angle your head away with the fear of his horns poking a hole through the underside of your jaw. Before you could respond to Paimon, his hands began to wander over your wet body. “promise we’ll do this again?”

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hanksthompson · 7 months

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31 Days of Horror | 20/31: Hereditary (2018)

"You… are Paimon. One of the eight kings of Hell. We have looked to the northwest and called you in. We've collected your first female body and give you now this healthy male host. We reject the trinity and pray devoutly to you, Great Paimon. Give us your knowledge of all secret things, bring us honor, wealth, and good familiars. Bind all men to our will as we have bound ourselves for now and ever to yours. Hail, Paimon!"

#hereditary #hereditary 2018 #horrormoviegifs #horrormovieedits #horrorgifs #halloweenpicks #flora's gifs #31doh

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eclecticwitchuniverse · 10 months

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King Paimon and self-love

I've been working with King Paimon for a couple of years now and we've been working on self-love since the start.

The King is big on self-love because with it also comes self-worth and self-respect. One thing I've learned from my experiences with him is that he can't stand when his followers and devotees disrespect themselves and overstep their own boundaries. He wants us to love and honor ousrselves as much as possible. If you ever plan on working closely with him be sure that he'll definetly make you work on that at some point (if you haven't already).

As my patron he puts much emphasis on this subject (as I was also lacking on it terribly, but thankfully I'm doing a lot better now). He has showed me countless times that I'm worthy of love and respect and I'm very grateful for that.

If you're searching for an infernal to help you work on your insecurities, trauma and self-worth issues i'd highly recomend King Paimon for that. He has done wonders for me. I've changed drasticaly over the years of working with him and my confidence and self awareness have increased a whole lot.

Hail King Paimon 🩷

#king paimon #demonolatry #deity work #demon work #witchlife #demonolatress #deity devotion

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hellcatazura · 4 months

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Hail the demon King in Yellow! Hail Paimon!

#cosplay #cosplayer #paimon #hereditary #ari aster #street style #street fashion #graffiti #yellow #king in yellow #nonbinary #alternative #alt model #anthony wang #qotsa #crown #azura rose

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unholyleaf · 11 months

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Hail King Paimon, King of the arts Divine one of a sweet chime's sound Lord of the waters which hold domain over emotion Lord of the ebb and flow, You teach that one mistake can be transmuted into a success, Linan Tasa Jeden Paimon! Ave King Paimon!

#demonolatry #demon #king paimon #ars goetia #goetic demon #devotional art #art offering

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aurik6 · 2 years

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Brass sounds gold , as the goods which are sins.

"Oh, Henriette was not lucky at all, as you can judge. " – Dio looked around and saw a young woman in a vermillion velvet suit. Her face was oddly pale and chiselled, the unnaturally bright yellow eyes were drilling him with an intense She was too audacious for a young woman. Just for a woman.

Dio's already been drunk, although he had only two glasses of some heady drink.

The tone in which she was speaking, her straight sombre gaze slowly cooled down everything in the room, she was too loud for his mind, even though she said only a sentence.

"Get out, foolish woman..." – groaned Dio, putting his drink on the table furiously and clumsily, as the drunk would do.

The woman, who started talking about some Henriette, stepped back in the most laid-back manner, laughing wildly, as if she was a goat.

" Shut up.! You'll be thrown away from here, if you continue suffocating me with your ridiculous existence!" – he was about to punch the woman, but some other people from tavern stopped Dio's fast fist.

"No needs to make a fuss, sir! " – she only turned her head towards the crowd – "I see, young master Dio has no interest in listening to me. Well, as he wishes... But he should know, as long as he's alive, I am on his side. "

"Waht kind of insane abomination is she?.. Vulgar slut, talking her nonsense to me, Dio!.. " – Dio has already regretted he wanted to fight the stranger woman: people who were holding him, also squeezed his arms and chest tightly, just like steel rings pushing his ridges from l around.

"Now you listen me, Dio Brando. Adjure you."

Her voice wasn't female at that minute. It was longing as the oscillating low vibration, Dio felt he was able to hear only this noise, the tinnitus in his head. Those sounds were like low-tembered brass instruments or an old organ. Goddely, majestic, so spiritual — at the same time wild, throat-howling and sinister.

Dio looked around: people, who holded him a second ago were already standing as a lifeless statues. They're eyes were lacking of any aim. Brando looked at the stranger. She smirked eerily. Dio was struck by subliming sounds of brass from nowhere, also the stranger's gaze into nothing, through Dio, as if young Brando was transferred to that human looking creature.

"Listen to me, my child. Your luck you've met me – Paimon, the Great King of Hell. I'm greatful to the human woman Henriette P., who let me borrow her body. You, Dio, was choosen as her inherent. Isn't this news honorific for your small miserable Name?

Now You obey me, the one pf nine Kinga of Hell. I'll do everything you want from me, if you swear that I take your soul one day, no matter what happens to you.

And that day, when your time comes, your Body and her Head will gift me the incarnation."

She or He, Them or Paimon itself grabbed his wet with tears face and the atrocious brass became blessing gold.

#not dl #kirua9 #lol idk some phantom blood AU about dio and Hot Pants alter ego #surprisingly #idc if that is cringe #did that for myself.#Spotify

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