I am tired of scrolling through tags, of seeing posts, of reading "grimoires" that treat the Princes of Hell like they're nothing more than one note villains in a poorly written cosmic drama. I'm talking about the absolute, willful ignorance that plagues modern occultism, a poison straight from the lips of the dying self proclaimed god himself I'm talking about two specific entities who have been so utterly bastardized by Abrahamic propaganda that their true natures are almost buried Asmodeus and Sitri.
Let's start with the one everyone gets wrong. Asmodeus. The "King of Lust." How fucking boring. How utterly pedestrian. To reduce this magnificent, terrifying, and empowering being to nothing more than a celestial horn-dog is the highest form of spiritual blasphemy. It's a lie crafted by a religion that fears ambition, that fears passion, that fears the very concept of a human achieving their own divinity.
My personal gnosis, my conversations, my work with this King has shown me something so much deeper. Asmodeus is not the King of Lust. He is the King of DESIRE. There is a chasm of difference between those two words. Lust is a fleeting, physical itch. Desire is the fucking engine of creation. It's the fire in the belly that says "I will not be a serf." It's the ambition to build an empire, the drive to master a skill until you are a god at it, the unshakable will to become the most authentic, powerful, and unapologetic version of YOURSELF.
He doesn't want you to just indulge in flesh; he wants you to indulge in potential. He fell from a sterile, boring "heaven" because he craved a domain of his own making, a realm of passion and achievement. And he sees that same spark in us. He wants you to identify your enemies be they people, circumstances, or the internal chains of guilt and fear placed on you by that corpse god on a stick or the slaver allah or the pathetic spirit yahweh and he wants you to annihilate them. He wants you to chase success, to revel in power, to claim leadership not for the sake of tyranny, but as a birthright of the strong. He is the ultimate patron of self-actualization through sheer, unbridled will. The riches and power? Those aren't the goal they're just the natural trophies you collect on the path to becoming who you were always meant to be. He is the strategist, the architect of your will to power.
And then you have Sitri. Ah, Sitri. Beautiful, glorious, hedonistic Sitri. And here's where the nuance comes in, because the Abrahamic poison tries to paint them with the same brush, but they are fundamentally different. If Asmodeus is the forge where you forge your will, Sitri is the endless, decadent feast where you celebrate your victory.
Sitri IS the King of Lust. He IS the King of Hedonism. And that is not a fucking insult. It's a sacred calling. In a world that tells you to deny your body, to feel shame for your pleasure, to see your flesh as a prison for your "spirit," Sitri stands on a throne of silk and chains and laughs. He is the liberation from the lie of purity. His domain is the temple where "sin" is redefined as "living." He teaches that pleasure is not a distraction from the path; pleasure is the path. The touch, the taste, the gasp, the sweat, the tangle of bodies in whatever form they take—this is a form of worship. It is a holy rite.
He is not about the long-term ambition of Asmodeus. He is about the sacred, glorious now. He is the patron of artists who lose themselves in their creation, of lovers who see the divine in each other's eyes, of anyone who understands that denying your animal nature is to deny a core part of your soul. Where Asmodeus gives you the strength to build your kingdom, Sitri gives you the wisdom to turn that kingdom into a place of unending joy and sensation.
The Abrahamic lies poison their depth by making them seem redundant or purely "evil." They lie by telling you that ambition (Asmodeus) is pride and that pleasure (Sitri) is sin. They do this because a person who embraces their desire and their pleasure is a person who cannot be controlled. A person who builds their own empire and revels in their own body has no need for a distant, judgmental god promising a reward after death. They have their heaven right here and now.
So stop it. Stop reducing these Princes to caricatures. Asmodeus is the fire of your becoming. Sitri is the ecstasy of your being. They are not the same. They are not simple. They are not evil. They are liberators, teachers, and true royalty. Open your fucking eyes, shut the dusty book of lies, and listen. They're still talking. They're waiting for you to finally understand.
