Drunk And Canoodling With Satan
Now, see, normally when I see a thing like this, I would just assume that one of the bacchantes had gotten outside a little bit too much wine and was putting the moves on a stone statue of one of my satyrs or fauns. It happens; my boys are a horny bunch and they wear it on their heads like so much advertising. Usually there’s no harm done, especially after a couple thousand years of post-pagan censorship in statuarial styling about the genitals:
However, in this case the artwork comes from the cover of a lurid pulp (Belfagor #3) that proclaims a cover story about the caresses of Satan, so I suppose this statue isn’t of one of my boys at all. His handsome visage and head-hardware is definitely copied from my boys, though!
The big difference is, getting drunk and playing with one of my hairy-hoofy guys might be a life-altering experience, but no mortal woman has ever regretted it. That infamous dark angel of rebellion? About him, I cannot say the same.
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The new TV show The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina dares to talk about such topics, it’s surprisingly well done.
Satan is a cool lady to hang out with, I’ve never regretted my time with her. Wicked sense of humor, and sometimes she has an amazing cock (though it’s surprisingly cold) when the fit takes her; otherwise it’s more of an all-devouring pussy kind of thing. Of course that’s if she doesn’t just spend her time teasing you. Surprisingly compassionate, but don’t get her started on the word “fiendish” – she hates it, and will go on and on about how everything “fiendish” is actually something humans do.