The seed of my love for Satan has been with me for a very long time, from the times I would sneak out as a kid and wander through the empty streets shirtless, desperately seeking someone to take my virginity, though to no avail. My sex drive has always been extremely high, and as an adult I've found new things I've enjoyed such as watersports and feet, not to mention doing stuff in public.

Perhaps the biggest change was when I decided to start chasing, and it was discussions around that (on Breeding Zone) which led me to the concept of Satanism.

It's instantly clicked with me, I've been doing his work for over a decade already, and once I get pozzed by a guy I've found who I think can do it in about a week's time, this corruption will only magnify.

What's funny is that I was an atheist, and I think will probably describe myself as one publicly, yet last night I was on my knees praying to Satan, drinking my piss as I recited prayers from here out loud, hailing him as I came in the dark which I can only hope was witnessed by the demons I begged him to send to visit me in the night.

Honestly I'm so excited to join this brotherhood and accept my place as his servant, his vessel.