Tyler Cerka
When Demons Love Angels 39/365
I have a story that goes along with this theme. Its pretty long, so if you would rather look at the pic, thats fine.
When Demons Love Angles
Love in its self is such a strong word. When exploited, it can manipulate man to serve as a slave to emotions. Love is sacred, religious almost, but an interesting paradox is when love is forbidden. Evil loves the damned and the righteous love the pure. However, those barriers break and thus we have a forbidden fruit with the sweetest of flavor. My past has left me tainted with the possession of a demon while my love is the purest of angels, untouched by the addiction of lust, the seductive touch of a sex. I am a man torn asunder by the grips of a demonic lust and the righteousness of a man born in God’s image. The seeds of lust were planted long ago and till this day, I fight, but I fear it’s a war that cannot be won.
It started so long ago, in the development of my youth. I never matured like the other boys I grew up with. I was so pure, innocent, naive, a lifestyle I wish I carried on to this day. But one by one, unbeknownst to me, an infection grew at the start of puberty. It wasn’t long before a friend of mine discovered sex and showed it to me. I didn’t know what to think. I was horrified and intrigued. I dismissed what I saw as unreal, I choose not to believe what I saw. But on that day, a demon entered through my eyes and infected my soul. Day after day, the sexual acts continued to play in my mind and despite my best efforts, I couldn’t exile them. This is when the demon began to dominate my subconscious. A few years later, masturbation was discovered and that, for many years, was my demon’s lustful escape through me.
I never had sex in middle school, but plenty of my peers were already immersed in the sexual world. I saw not a human being, but cleverly disguised demons in the form of adolescences. I must have had some purity left in me, because I kept my sanity and never gave in to my inner demons request. Masturbation still continued, but the self-inflicted lust was much more manageable than delving in to the world of sex. It wasn’t until high school however, when my hometown was a community of corruption that they feed my demon his needs. I didn’t know it then, but looking back, I was letting a wound fester and grow and it finally broke free. Despite the purity that fought back, the righteousness that valiantly attempted to defend what little innocence I had, the demon had won. Evil finally conquered Good and I was simply an instrument of lust, desire, and corruption.
My first sexual experience was possible by sacrificing love for lust. My inner demon, in full control of any physical responsibilities, smothered my judgment and freely gave away my virginity to a harlot. Never can I get that back, a gift so pure that is now lost forever. I sometimes wonder how many virginities she has claimed, but I’d rather not know, ignorance is bliss after all. But the demon inside me was still unsatisfied.
Years after my first encounter, many have fallen to the destructive lust of my inner demon, driven insane by the pleasure of sex. Granted some of those I slept with were already corrupted by their own demons, some were not. I can remember one encounter in which somehow, my demon completely shattered her trust in God, convinced her to betray her promise to Him, and he stole her virginity from her. In such a savage manner, my demon assaulted this beautiful angel, tore her wings off, and cursed her to a life of lust and endless hunger for sex. This assassin of innocence once again claimed another victim and in the cruelest of manners, etched her name in to my soul. After our love ended, a resistance in me happened. An uprising of righteous and purity took arm and attempted to subdue my demon who by now was a being of pure insanity. Some battles were won by good and those women escaped corruption, but more fell victim as years went on.
Now here I am, in love with an angel of the purity yet I am a demon of the most lustful evil. So tempting is it to inflict corruption when her heart is so open, but the innocence that was once shattered is now relentlessly clashing with the black evil flame of my demon. My soul and body are the victims of this war, but better me than her, I pray that evil wont prevail. I want to believe that good will always triumph evil in the end, but what if the resistance falls? Why does my demon love an angel like her? I despise how I am just an instrument of a far more powerful entity, but there is still resistance. The good in me uses the shattered innocence of my youth to forge weapons to fight this seemingly immortal demon.
May God help me in my cleansing and exorcism of this demon. Should the evil within annihilate all that is pure, let me fall in to arms of another corrupted demon and let not the wings of angles be ripped from their backs and consumed by lust.
When Demons Love Angels 39/365
I have a story that goes along with this theme. Its pretty long, so if you would rather look at the pic, thats fine.
When Demons Love Angles
Love in its self is such a strong word. When exploited, it can manipulate man to serve as a slave to emotions. Love is sacred, religious almost, but an interesting paradox is when love is forbidden. Evil loves the damned and the righteous love the pure. However, those barriers break and thus we have a forbidden fruit with the sweetest of flavor. My past has left me tainted with the possession of a demon while my love is the purest of angels, untouched by the addiction of lust, the seductive touch of a sex. I am a man torn asunder by the grips of a demonic lust and the righteousness of a man born in God’s image. The seeds of lust were planted long ago and till this day, I fight, but I fear it’s a war that cannot be won.
It started so long ago, in the development of my youth. I never matured like the other boys I grew up with. I was so pure, innocent, naive, a lifestyle I wish I carried on to this day. But one by one, unbeknownst to me, an infection grew at the start of puberty. It wasn’t long before a friend of mine discovered sex and showed it to me. I didn’t know what to think. I was horrified and intrigued. I dismissed what I saw as unreal, I choose not to believe what I saw. But on that day, a demon entered through my eyes and infected my soul. Day after day, the sexual acts continued to play in my mind and despite my best efforts, I couldn’t exile them. This is when the demon began to dominate my subconscious. A few years later, masturbation was discovered and that, for many years, was my demon’s lustful escape through me.
I never had sex in middle school, but plenty of my peers were already immersed in the sexual world. I saw not a human being, but cleverly disguised demons in the form of adolescences. I must have had some purity left in me, because I kept my sanity and never gave in to my inner demons request. Masturbation still continued, but the self-inflicted lust was much more manageable than delving in to the world of sex. It wasn’t until high school however, when my hometown was a community of corruption that they feed my demon his needs. I didn’t know it then, but looking back, I was letting a wound fester and grow and it finally broke free. Despite the purity that fought back, the righteousness that valiantly attempted to defend what little innocence I had, the demon had won. Evil finally conquered Good and I was simply an instrument of lust, desire, and corruption.
My first sexual experience was possible by sacrificing love for lust. My inner demon, in full control of any physical responsibilities, smothered my judgment and freely gave away my virginity to a harlot. Never can I get that back, a gift so pure that is now lost forever. I sometimes wonder how many virginities she has claimed, but I’d rather not know, ignorance is bliss after all. But the demon inside me was still unsatisfied.
Years after my first encounter, many have fallen to the destructive lust of my inner demon, driven insane by the pleasure of sex. Granted some of those I slept with were already corrupted by their own demons, some were not. I can remember one encounter in which somehow, my demon completely shattered her trust in God, convinced her to betray her promise to Him, and he stole her virginity from her. In such a savage manner, my demon assaulted this beautiful angel, tore her wings off, and cursed her to a life of lust and endless hunger for sex. This assassin of innocence once again claimed another victim and in the cruelest of manners, etched her name in to my soul. After our love ended, a resistance in me happened. An uprising of righteous and purity took arm and attempted to subdue my demon who by now was a being of pure insanity. Some battles were won by good and those women escaped corruption, but more fell victim as years went on.
Now here I am, in love with an angel of the purity yet I am a demon of the most lustful evil. So tempting is it to inflict corruption when her heart is so open, but the innocence that was once shattered is now relentlessly clashing with the black evil flame of my demon. My soul and body are the victims of this war, but better me than her, I pray that evil wont prevail. I want to believe that good will always triumph evil in the end, but what if the resistance falls? Why does my demon love an angel like her? I despise how I am just an instrument of a far more powerful entity, but there is still resistance. The good in me uses the shattered innocence of my youth to forge weapons to fight this seemingly immortal demon.
May God help me in my cleansing and exorcism of this demon. Should the evil within annihilate all that is pure, let me fall in to arms of another corrupted demon and let not the wings of angles be ripped from their backs and consumed by lust.