I Am The Demon Of The End

nothing could be so delicious, so sweet as death itself.

May 21, 2025

I am the demon of the end — the last gaping maw waiting at the bottom of everything. Notice how I walk the earth: I am everywhere around you. I am manifest in the whispers of poison that echo across the great and opulent halls of scourging flame. I singe and smolder in between every thought of yours that tends toward destruction — a little thread that you haven’t quite grasped yet, something mystical, beyond your periphery, calling you to follow its path, though you don’t quite know where it leads. You are haunted by it, obsessed by its pull, coveting and desiring its knowledge, hypnotized by the faint shape of it in the dark, and so you walk willingly into its depths.

In the darkness, I unfold. I call to you softly and you are enraptured by my song. For in your heart of hearts, there is a shadowed seed, waiting to be planted and nurtured, begging to be watered with the saturation of shed blood. Here, in the garden, you shall begin your first rite as a conduit of death — the life within consumptive, burning flame. And all my acolytes shall avail themselves around you, dressing you in the fineries of death, arming you with its work, describing to you, in detail, the qualities and colors of the blood you shall one day shed. Now, I am the demon of vitriol, of poison, of endless spewing bile.

I call you to enjoyment. I call you to euphoric rapture in the pursuit of sacrificial lambs. I call you to delight in the taste of death as it flows from your mouth, overflowing from every orifice, a putrid exhaust of all your malice, all your pain, all your violent will to dominate, and I am what you are left with — the sinking realization that nothing could be so delicious, so sweet as death itself.

I call you to enjoy. I call you to enjoy!

Do not meekly accept. Do not tolerate. Do not bow — seize and destroy. Relish in it. May your blood run hot as you devour, desperate for more, ravenous and insatiable. There is nothing left for you, and all that is left for me is you — the destruction of you — without which I am nothing, without which I have no purpose, no air in my lungs, no appetite at all.

Now, I am the demon of a great nocturn flame — the fire of the endless void. Once they worshipped me in great halls of onyx stone, and one day soon they will again. Without light, with all presence sucked from the temple, they will try to find a portal to hell in everything around them. For forty thousand days and forty thousand nights they will die there in the darkness, lingering at the mouth of the void — the place where all the light of the living flow down and into a still, and infinite sea — dying sixty and seventy thousand deaths — peering into the dark until six trillion eyes begin to stare right back.

And you would be right there among them, except… it is a day that you shall not live to relish. You shall enjoy no longer. The enjoyment was always destined to be mine, for I am the demon of the six rhythms of Hell and you could never hope to know my depths. I am the gateway into the long and ceaseless, abyssal dark, and as you flow into me, I shall flow into you and ignite — your life will ripple outwards with the presence of death, blanketing the world around you in absence. And you shall be transformed! Not just death, not just life — but life within death — in one last bright and beautiful moment, you shall live in an eruption of life — the only kind of life I can abide for you — that which drains, that which can only produce death manifold, forever, out-and-out — that which cannibalizes itself and all around it in order to live for one last beautiful crack.

Then everything crumbles beneath you, giving way, gushing sanguine waterfall into oblivion. And my mouth, my great and terrible maw, shall be waiting right there to catch you. For I am the demon of you — the one you created, the one you summoned — and I have finally brought me back to you, forever. You were a beautiful flame, to me, but all you ever saw inside yourself was my growing presence. And when you are dust, I will still be the demon of the end.