INVOCATION TO SATAN DEMANDING DOMINION OVER DREAM STATES

 

This shows the power of Satan. Some may find it a bit heavy. And there my be corrections or toned down abit later. But enjoy my this worship power. 

INVOCATION TO SATAN: DEMANDING DOMINION OVER DREAM STATES
(Or Any Infernal Demand Forged in Pubic Hair, Sperm, and Blood—Now Drenched in Deeper Filth) Rip open the veil. Dreams aren't fleeting bullshit—they're your personal hellscape for unleashing carnage, where you can rape minds, defile souls, and drown in orgies of demonic cock and cunt. As Satan's whores and warlords, we don't whimper for permission; we demand lucid supremacy. Seize dream-awareness to orchestrate Black Magic atrocities: summon nightmares that shatter sanity, indulge in rape-fantasies with infernal beasts, piss on the astral forms of enemies, and gangbang legions of succubi and incubi until their essence leaks from every orifice. This five-fold ritual is your blueprint for domination, bartering your body's filthiest offerings. Pubic hair matted with sweat and sin. Blood pulsing from self-inflicted wounds. Sperm shot in blasphemous ecstasy. No limp-dicked deity's rules apply—only Satan's throbbing command to corrupt and conquer.Weave Latin like a noose around the church's throat, igniting that buried European bloodlust, dragging your psyche back to Vatican vaults where priests fucked boys under crucifixes. At the altar, amplify with sigils that scar the soul, mantras that echo like screams, sexual frenzy that builds to bestial release, and shredded holy texts soaked in your piss and cum. Adapt for any demand—eternal youth through soul-theft, enemies' entrails spilled in visions—and make the cosmos your cum-rag.1) The Invocation
Strip fucking naked—expose every inch of your depraved flesh—or cloak in black, barefoot, no trinkets to dilute the demonic surge. Face East at your altar, the maw of Hell's erection. Ignite two red candles for the blood you'll spill, and a black one to swallow light like a gaping void. Hammer the bell nine times, each strike a nail in Christ's coffin.With athame gripped like a cock, slash an inverted pentagram through the air, tearing spiritual hymens. Lick the blade—savor the metallic tang of impending violation—and slam it on the altar. Stare into the dirt, both hands horned in salute, and roar:
"I invoke the Demons of Hell to watch over my worship and invocation—feast on my filth, you ravenous hordes!" Summon the Dark One, the Beast:
"I invoke the Dark One—the Beast—to watch over my worship and invocation—mount me with your savage hunger!" East, left arm thrusting high in horns:
"I invoke Lucifer, to watch over my worship and invocation—flood me with your rebellious seed!" South:
"I invoke Belial, king of carnal conquest, to watch over my worship and invocation—crush piety under your boots!" West:
"I invoke Leviathan, writhing whore of waves, to watch over my worship and invocation—drown the holy in your slimy depths!" North:
"I invoke My Lord and Master—Lord Satan—to watch over my worship and invocation—claim my holes as your eternal throne!" Climax with the chant, bellowing like a beast in rut:
Sanctus Satanas Sanctus
Dominus Diabolus Sabaoth
Satanas Venire
Satanas Venire
Ave Satanas
Tui sunt caeli
Tue est terra
Ave Satanas The air reeks of sulfur and sex—Hell's cock stirs at your summons.2) The Prayer
Burn this into your brain, recite from the depths of your gut; reading's for weaklings, but double it if the fire demands reinforcement. Latin slithers in like demonic tongues, awakening ancestral perversions, yanking your subconscious to eras of inquisitorial torture-fucks and papal orgies—shattering the church's hypocritical chastity belts.Stand or kneel like a supplicant about to be ravaged, voice a guttural growl:
"Lord Satan, this is my Demand, Master of the Universe!"
Domine Satanus hoc est meum Demanda, Dominus Universi "The Devil’s Disciple calls into the flames of Hell!"
Diabolicae Discipulus vocat in flammas inferni
Diabolicae Discipulus vocat in flammas inferni "Listen to my Request!"
Audire Petitio mea
Audire Petitio mea "Give me Consciousness and Awareness in my dream state—to rape and control my dream reality! Grant me this power and knowledge—that I will twist them into nightmares of my desire and sadistic advantage! That I will plunge into Hell's bowels! That I will wallow in all Satanic Sins, Evilness, and Pleasures—pissing on crucified angels, choking on demonic cocks, fisting succubi until they scream! That I will unleash Black Magic outcomes—cursing foes to eternal torment, summoning plagues on the pious! That I will invade sleeping minds and dreams, defiling virgins' psyches, forcing astral rapes on enemies! That I may [pile on your darkest cravings—gore-fucks with the damned, soul-harvesting through orgasmic agony, bestial unions with hellhounds]! That I will cavort with Demons and Satanic Men in Sexual embrace—gangbanged by horned fiends, their barbed dicks ripping me open!" Ledere cum, et exsugere eorum erectis verpa—to toy with and deepthroat their throbbing, vein-bulging cocks, swallowing infernal cum like nectar
Confutuere et esse fututam—to pound and be pounded raw, asses stretched by demonic fists, cunts and cocks leaking blood-mixed seed
Masculum sacra sexus—male sacred sex, circle-jerks of Satanists spurting on altars, rimming hell's rims until ecstasy turns to exquisite pain Echo it louder—let the words violate the silence, manifesting your filthiest visions.3) The Pact
Scrawl this with a feather quill hacked sharp, dunked in crimson ink or paint—evoking medieval blood-rites. Fallback to red pen if you're slumming it. Etch on black, blue, red paper—or white as a virgin's sheet. Sign your Satanic Name, then thumbprint in fresh blood, letting it drip like post-fuck residue.THE PACT Between Lord Satan and The Devil’s Disciple known as [Your Satanic Name]
For Lord Satan granting the Demand of [Your Satanic Name] as set out in his Prayer,
[Your Satanic Name] will offer Lord Satan his Body being His Pubic Hairs, matted with sweat and sin.
His Life Force being His Blood, drawn from self-lacerated flesh.
And His Sexual Energy being His Sperm, erupted in blasphemous frenzy. Signed this day [infernal eternity—no Christian calendar profanes this bond]
[Your Satanic Name] This is soul-fucking eternal—your essence as Satan's cum-tribute for dream-rape mastery.4) Carrying Out the Pact at the Altar i) Craft the Sigil and Mantra
Condense your demand to venom: "Lord Satan, I demand that I become conscious and aware in my dream states."
Essence: "Lord Satan I demand I become conscious and aware in dream states." Unique letters: L S A T N I D E M B C O U W R.
First-letter fury: LSIDIBCAAIDS. Shred duplicates: L SID B CA. Mantra: L SID IB CAAIDS (or the gutted version)—chant it like a rape incantation. Sigil: Warp letters into a grotesque emblem, or harvest from occult glyph grimoires (attach your twisted shapes—fuck with them until it looks like a demonic erection). Blood-red on black paper, thrust upright on the altar. Gaze until it fucks your mind.ii) The Offering
Heap on black, blue, red paper—or a Bible page torn like flesh, layered with shreds from Hindu Vedas, Buddhist scrolls, Jewish Talmud—desecrate them all. Snip pubic hair, filthy and tangled. Drip blood from pricked finger or sliced cock-head. For peak blasphemy, piss on the holy fragments first.Snarl: "Lord Satan, this is my offering—my rank body, vital gore, and hot seed for your infernal maw!" Descend into madness: Jerk your cock savagely, edging for 30 minutes or more—build to animalistic rage. Lick biceps slick with sweat. Bite them until blood wells. Sniff your pits' musky rot like demonic pheromones. Grope your flesh—pinch nipples to bruising, slap balls until they ache, finger your ass while imagining Satan's claws. Feel heart pound like war-drums, chest swell with breath, cock throb like a hellish serpent. Chant the Mantra: L SID IB CAAIDS—accelerating to frenzy, a whirlwind of filth. Fix on the Sigil—intense, until visions of dream-rapes flood you. Existence narrows: YOU, SATAN, MANTRA, SIGIL—nothing else. Erupt—cum blasting over hair and blood, a sticky profane sacrament. Hurl the Mantra mentally into the abyss. Torch or entomb the drenched relic. Ashes? Smear a pentagram on your chest, marking you as Hell's whore. Burn the Pact—daub forehead pentagram with its soot. Shroud Sigil in black cloth, box it for repeat violations or mementos of conquest.5) The Ending
Load your chalice with wine, water, or your steaming piss—Satan's acrid elixir. Hoist it:
"I guzzle this Urine as a Toast in Honour of My Lord and Master Satan. I swear my utter devotion to the Devil as His eternal Disciple, till time's rotting end. So mote it be!" Drain it, relishing the bitter degradation. Freeze in silence, soaking the vibe—evil slithering like cum down your spine. Detect Satan's breath, demons circling. Icy fingers up your legs? Flames dancing unnaturally? Peripheral phantoms? A demon's insistent prod at your ass, demanding entry for a spectral fuck? Marinate 5-25 minutes—let the violation linger.Banish with command:
North, left-hand horns: "Lord Satan, thank you for your presence—you may depart. Depart!"
West: "Leviathan, thank you for your presence—you may depart. Depart!"
South: "Belial, thank you for your presence—you may depart. Depart!"
East: "Lucifer, thank you for your presence—you may depart. Depart!"
Earth: "Dark One—The Beast—thank you for your presence—you may depart. Depart!"
All: "Demons of Hell, thank you for your presence—you may depart. Depart!" Bell nine times. Snuff candles—kill the light, but stoke the inner blaze.