#infernalkin

[otherkin-confessional]

I'm a demon, and I just- never resonated with the dark, horror-y anything that most of my kind likes. I'm much more of a rainbows and sparkles type demon, and sometimes I question if I even fell to begin with because of it sometimes.

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[lobotomized--doll]

⚜️Celestial/Fleur-De-LisCelestial | ⚜️Infernal/Fleur-De-LisInfernal

⚜️Celestial - A term for those who identify as Celestial and/or with Celestialhood that's affected by being Cajun/Creole/Acadian.

⚜️Infernal - A term for those who identify as Infernal and/or with Infernalhood that's affected by being Cajun/Creole/Acadian.

Symbol from Flaticon (link)

(These were coined with non-religious Celestialkin/Infernalkin in mind. However, if you are religious, you can use them!)

@anarchypantheon (Since this is your request!)

[lileirion]

Getting pulled into deep infernal work was not on my bingo card for this year. But hey. When Satan and co. call who am I to question.

Still coming to terms with getting used to passive possessions under Satan’s energies but damn, I haven’t been happier on the eclectic path in a hot minute. There’s so much deep insights and knowledge to unlock, I am looking forward to this path. In the past week or so I have already been unlocking deep truths within myself that I have been avoiding too.

Hail Satan, Ave Beelzebub, Ave Lucifer

[lovebugpleio]

Numenous

An Identity under Pleio.

Being pleio (more than one/many) because you are a divine being and therefore cannot be singular, whatever that means to the user.

Demonous

An Identity under Pleio.

Being pleio (more than one/many) because you are an infernal being and therefore cannot be singular, whatever that means to the user.

Feel free to ask questions, but heed the warning.

I can't stop people i don't like from using our terms, but i block on sight when interacted with.

[songbird-succubus]

Just a gentle reminder that I am pro endogenic!

I wouldn't normally bring this over here but someone else in the tags made me figure i should let people know.

I'm a demon, not an asshole :p

[fangthroat]

since i have a lot of new followers, ill do a tiny intro post. i’m judas. but i also go by saint, graves, and ares. i’m a transmasc nonhuman, and i identify as infernalgender. my pronouns are he/they and dae/dem/daer. i’m fine with any variations of these. i paint and draw and from time to time write poetry. i’m a trauma system but i don’t share a lot about it cause i like keeping some privacy.

i’m somewhat newer to the nonhuman/therian community but i enjoy it here and have been able to understand myself better because of it. 🤘‼️ hell yeah

[onlyhalfdemon]

just demonic things

it’s fall. you go to the bonfire, but you don’t talk much. you’re hypnotized by the sparks. the tantalizing scent of smoke. you tend to the flames and poke at the smoldering embers below with a stick.

you were forced to go to church every sunday morning, of course. you never understood how anyone could stand the smell. they don’t even seem to notice it.

doors creak open on their own. you hear knocks in the wall. three. it’s always exactly three knocks. it used to scare you, but not anymore. now you just wish it happened more often. it gets lonely sometimes.

you like your music sinful. it doesn’t have to be loud or grating or filled with screaming and wailing. songs about lust, greed, about reckless hedonism and jealousy and wrath are a medicine you wish you could bottle and sell.

you like the night, but not for the reasons one might expect. yes, you like the darkness, but it’s more than that. you enjoy the light, but the sun’s too bright. when the sun goes down and the city lights go up? there’s nothing more beautiful.

spilled gasoline in a parking lot is gorgeous. so are the flower petals in a stream of water headed straight for the gutter. scars. deformities. injuries. tornadoes. spiders - and worse. you see the beauty the humans carelessly throw away.

you think a lot. you know that pain is the price of free will. without pain, evil is impossible, and therefore free will does not exist. you know that. you wonder how God or the gods or whatever is watching from above or below thinks about beings like you. wolves were made to hunt, right? why are you any different? why should you suffer in a lake of fire for being exactly what you were created to be?

one minute, you’re just watching trash tv. the next, you are stalking around your house, gnashing your teeth and muttering under your breath. you don’t know where the human ends and the demon begins.

you return to the television. you sit back down. you wish you could sleep, but you can’t. you don’t sleep well anymore.

[grimmwolf]

A Breath of Chill and a Heart of Warmth. What am I?

For I spit spiky frost, harming with my bark, as I too feel the fire of passion, and deep emotion. Why though, must I bare this Duality? It eats at my Soul, my Mind, my Being.

This red, this blue. The black and white. The Shade, and the Sun. Dark, and Light. The Night and the Day. This Summer and this Winter. Chaos, and Order. Yin and Yang.

My Mind in itself is Everything as it is to its Nothing. I am every same to my opposite. Both Wolves I feed, yet they never seem full. For they are me, a very hungry being.

Hungry for Peace, as well for Discord. I am All. Balance.