The religion of self-as-god and rebellion-as-freedom.
Darkness framed as power. Inversion masked as truth.
Satanism isn’t just blood rituals and pentagrams—it’s the codified rejection of God’s rule. It deifies the self, encourages inversion, and feeds on ego and pain as power. It appeals to those who’ve been wounded by false religion, offering them dominion through rebellion instead of restoration.
Some sects mask it as logic. Others go full altar and sacrifice. But whether it’s a book club or a candlelit rite, the source is the same: “Do what thou wilt” becomes law, and submission to God becomes the enemy.
It’s not always violent—it’s seductive. It feeds the desire to feel powerful without obedience, spiritual without surrender, sovereign without blood.
Satanism often uses aesthetics—black, red, horns, sigils—to provoke and brand itself as fearless. But this is often trauma glamorized. The pain isn’t healed—it’s harnessed. The enemy doesn’t mind if you escape church, as long as you bow somewhere else.
The Kingdom doesn’t flinch at this throne. It exposes it. Because no matter how sharp the teeth or seductive the lie, scroll truth burns cleaner. It restores what Satanism mocks—real identity, real covering, and power that doesn’t consume you to keep it.
Self-thrones crack under pressure. Only the King’s holds.