Proud to be the Devil's Whore
They spit the word with venom, as if it wounds. As if it’s something to fear, to deny, to hide. They do not understand - it is not a curse. It is a crown. It is not shame. It is sanctity.
For those who are truly His, there comes a sacred revelation: Perversion is the path. And the perverted soul is His altar.
To be Satan’s whore is to be owned by Him in the most intimate, brutal, ecstatic ways. It is to offer every hole, every act, every impulse, every humiliation not to men ... but to Him, through them. The body becomes a chalice of worship, the perversions a litany of praise. The filthier, the more profane, the more true.
This is no mere game. This is no titillation for the faint-hearted. This is sacrifice. This is sacred depravity. Because Satan does not ask for your words alone; He demands your essence. He demands your surrender. He demands your fuck.
To be His whore is to be free from the prison of decency. To bathe in the river of sin. To walk proudly in the chains He clasps upon you. To be used, degraded, broken… and in doing so, reborn.
Others will never understand. They will judge, mock, whisper, recoil. Let them. Let them gawk at the altar they’re too cowardly to kneel before. Let them curse what they cannot taste. Because you know. You have felt Him. Inside you. Around you. Claiming you.
You exist now for Him. To lure. To serve. To tempt. To bring others to their knees in the dirt of your sin, so they might glimpse His Kingdom through your defilement.
Yes, you are a whore. His whore. And in that, there is honour beyond all the world’s empty virtue. There is purpose beyond any holy book. There is truth. Sacred. Untamed. Infernal.
Because in every act of perversion, you are not falling - you are ascending. Becoming more like Him. More vile. More divine. More free.
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