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We live in an age of information. We've

mucked the brain, modeled the universe,

explained away the soul. We know that

voices in the dark can be

hallucinations, that obsession is

chemical, that what once looked like

possession is now a diagnosis. And yet

somehow we still believe in demons.

We say we don't, but we act like we do.

We speak of temptation like it's a

force, of addiction like it's a thing

with teeth, of rage like it belongs to

someone else. We say he wasn't himself.

Something came over me. It's like I was

possessed.

Even in our secular world, the language

of demons survives in recovery rooms, in

therapy, in courtrooms. We invoke them

whenever we confess things we cannot

explain. When we feel haunted by

something we can't name. When the worst

parts of us start speaking in our voice.

And we see them on screens, in horror

films and crime documentaries, in music

and memes. The forms have changed, but

the silhouette is the same. Something

that tempts, corrupts, twists, something

that breaks the rules of human behavior

and makes it look easy. This is the

paradox. We claim no longer to believe,

and yet the idea won't die. Science has

dismantled the world we used to fear,

but not the fear itself. Psychology has

given us better models, but not better

monsters. We still need something to

explain the feeling of being torn in

two, of acting against our better

judgment, of falling again into

something we swore we had left behind.

So we give it a name. We call it a

demon. We need to believe that evil has

a source, that suffering has an

architect, that the choices we control

might not be ours alone. And this isn't

new. Even the skeptics were haunted.

Decart, the father of rationalism,

imagined an evil demon deceiving him,

feeding him lies, making him question

the very ground of his existence.

Spininoza denied the devil entirely, but

couldn't banish fear. Hobbes rejected

the supernatural, yet still demanded

punishment for those who believed in

witchcraft. The Enlightenment killed

belief, but fear didn't die with it. And

where fear survives, demons survive. So

maybe the question isn't do demons

exist. Maybe the question is why do we

keep resurrecting them if we no longer

believe in hell? We still believe in

falling.

We use the word demon like it's

something fixed, like it's a species, a

category, a label you can slap on

whatever haunts you. But the truth is

the word never held still. And what it

describes has changed with every culture

that's tried to control it. In ancient

Greece, the word was diamond. Not evil

or even hostile, just other. Invisible

spirits that moved between mortals and

gods, influencing fate, whispering

intuition. Plato thought they shaped our

destiny. Socrates claimed he had one, a

voice that warned him when he was about

to stray. He trusted it. The diamond was

conscience. But long before the Greeks,

in the fires of Persia, a different

story was being written. Zoroastrianism

gave us the da spirits who turned

against truth and sided with the lie.

Good and evil were forces. And in that

system, the da became the enemy

traitors. That idea bled into

monotheisms. In early Judaism, Satan was

a prosecutor, a function. He worked for

God, testing, accusing, forcing

uncomfortable truths into the light. But

over time, the courtroom became a

battlefield, and Satan changed roles.

Christianity took the rebel and made him

central. The demons became angels who

fell, corrupted by pride, cast out by

wrath, now feeding on the souls of the

weak, architects of ruin. The whisper

became a scream. Islam took a different

path. The jin were older than mankind,

made of smokeless fire, and just like

humans, capable of good, evil, belief,

and doubt. Some whispered lies, some

told the truth, some refused to bow. The

Quran describes them as free. And that

freedom, that refusal to be one thing or

another, made them dangerous. So already

we've fractured the meaning. In some

traditions, demons are rebels. in others

servants. Some are fallen angels, some

are fire spirits, some are illusions,

and some are mirrors. Even in

philosophy, the word sneaks in. Decart,

trying to strip reality to its core,

imagined a being, a powerful deceiver

capable of manipulating all his senses,

feeding him falsehood as truth. He

called it the evil demon, a conscious

malice behind perception itself. It was

a thought experiment, but he didn't

imagine a trickster god or a flaw in the

matrix. He imagined a demon. Even at the

height of rationalism, the shape of fear

was still theological. So, what are we

really saying when we say demon? We're

not describing a species. We're

revealing a framework, a cultural

operating system for naming what we

fear, what we hate, what we don't

understand. Sometimes it's a voice.

Sometimes it's a being. Sometimes it's

just a feeling that doesn't belong to

you, but uses your face. The word demon

has always been elastic, but its

function is consistent. It names the

source of our moral discomfort, our

forbidden curiosity, our shame. Demons

appear where boundaries break. Between

heaven and earth, between mind and

madness, between what we want and what

we're willing to admit. The Greeks

honored them. The Zoroastrians exiled

them. The Christians declared war on

them. The mystics invoked them. The

philosophers used them to test reality.

And we we inherit all of it. So we ask

again, what do we mean by demon?

We mean whatever scares us most when we

realize it might be part of us.

This belief in demons is born from a

deep wound. The presence of evil in a

world governed by a supposedly good all

powerful God. Every theological system

that asserts divine benevolence must

confront this contradiction. If God is

omnipotent, then nothing happens without

his permission. If God is good, then

evil should be unthinkable.

Yet the world bleeds. It always has. And

so a third category emerges, not divine

or human, but other, a necessary

adversary,

the demon.

In Christian theology, this is the

problem of theodysy. How to justify the

ways of God to a suffering world. The

question isn't new and neither are the

attempts to answer it. Augustinine of

Hippo writing in the aftermath of his

own spiritual crisis offered one of the

most influential responses. He insisted

that evil was not a substance not a

thing in itself but merely a privation

of the good. Like darkness in the

absence of light or silence in the

absence of sound. God did not create

evil. Evil is what happens when created

beings turn away from the source of all

goodness. But even Augustinine could not

escape the gravitational pull of myth.

Although he stripped evil of its

substance, he still gave it agency. He

spoke of demons, fallen angels driven by

pride, exerting influence over the

world, whispering temptation into human

hearts. He reduced evil to a

metaphysical absence, yet personified it

at every turn. The logic failed, but the

narrative survived. People fear

presence, they fear malice, they fear

will. And if demons possess will, if

they choose, plot, and act, then we are

no longer talking about shadows. We are

talking about enemies, which forces a

harder question. If God created beings

with free will, knowing they would

become evil, does he remain good, or is

this evil part of the design?

Origin of Alexandria tried to sidestep

the problem. He believed all souls were

created equal and good and that demons

were simply those who had fallen

furthest from the divine. Their

rebellion was a matter of degree.

Crucially, he also believed in

apocatasis

that eventually all souls, even Satan

himself, could be restored. That evil,

no matter how deep, was not final. But

this idea that the worst could still be

redeemed was too radical for the

institutional church. It removed the

concept of eternal punishment. It

weakened the moral binary. It turned

demons into fellow pilgrims. So origin

was condemned. And the door to

restoration slammed shut. Evil had to be

permanent, irrevocable,

useful. Thomas Achinus centuries later

cemented this necessity. He argued that

angels, including the ones who fell,

were created with perfect knowledge.

Their rebellion was a decisive,

irreversible act. Once fallen, their

will was fixed. They could no longer

repent, no longer change, no longer be

saved. In this view, demons became

locked antagonists. Their evil eternal,

their function stable. The system was

preserved, but at the cost of freedom. A

being that can never change is no longer

free. This tension reappears in Islamic

theology.

Eliss, the one who refused to bow to

Adam, is often cast as a rebel. He

disobys because he knows best. He was

made of fire, Adam of clay, and to him

that made him superior. Pride again. But

the Quran introduces a deeper

discomfort. In surah al hijl

says my lord because you have led me

astray I will surely tempt them because

you led me. The implication is chilling.

Elbl becomes the tempter only after

being assigned the role. He acts with

permission. He corrupts with divine

sanction. And this is where dualism

begins to seep back in. Officially

rejected by monotheism. It still returns

in function. Evil is too coordinated to

be a mere accident, too persistent to be

human alone. The Zoroastrians embraced

this headon. Ahura Mazda, the god of

light and truth, stood eternally opposed

to Angramanu, the spirit of deceit and

destruction. Two principles locked in

war. Monotheism denied this framework,

but it could not escape its utility.

Without a real enemy, the moral drama

collapses. So demons became necessary in

service to his order. They tempt so we

may resist. They accuse so we may

repent. They punish so justice may be

felt. They provide the contrast that

makes righteousness meaningful. Without

them there is no crisis, no choice, no

salvation.

But this solution creates its own

paradox. If demons are necessary then

evil is part of the design. Theodysy

becomes theodrama, a stage in which

demons perform the horror required to

make the good shine brighter. They are

actors, essential, bound, and doomed.

Which brings us to the final fracture.

Are demons truly agents rebelling

against the will of God or are they

instruments fulfilling it? If they are

agents, then God is not in control. If

they are instruments, then God is

complicit. There's no clean resolution,

only a question that gnors at the edges

of theology. A question of why demons

exist and why they are useful. And if

they are useful, then who exactly do

they serve?

The figure of the demon is often framed

as a destroyer, a corruptor, an agent of

chaos. But when we begin to examine the

intellectual traditions behind the

rebel, the tempter, and the accuser, we

discover something far more nuanced.

They are the personification of

disobedience, the embodiment of moral

friction. And in many traditions, their

rebellion is less about violence and

more about vision.

Lucifer, before he was the devil, was

the lightbringer, a name that suggests

illumination. His fall is triggered by

pride, but not the kind associated with

vanity. It's metaphysical pride, the

refusal to accept a place in the created

order. He wishes to ascend closer to

God, to be as God, to know as God. His

crime is aspiration. His punishment is

eternal exile. In this framing,

rebellion is a philosophical stance, the

assertion of self against the totalizing

will of another. El in Islam occupies a

similar but distinct role created from

fire. He's asked to bow to Adam, a being

made of clay. He refuses from a belief

in his own superiority. He reasons that

fire is more noble than earth and

therefore sees the command as flawed.

His logic is sound, but obedience is

demanded, and when he refuses, he is

cursed. But even then, he rejects the

demand for submission. His rebellion is

a rejection of hierarchy and what

follows is even more disturbing. The

Quran records that Eliss becomes the

tempter of mankind only after God grants

him the time and the role to do so. His

fall is permitted, his function

assigned. He's free but only to play the

part that has been written for him. Then

there is Samile, the angel of death in

Jewish mysticism, often conflated with

Satan or with demonic forces. Smile

operates within the divine system. He

tests, tempts, and accuses. The figure

complicates the moral binary entirely.

He is fulfilling a role within God's

structure. He is both loyal and feared,

necessary and condemned.

At the core of all these figures lies

the same tension, free will. In

theological systems that prize obedience

as the highest value, the very capacity

to choose becomes dangerous. Demons are

those who choose fully, consciously, and

without regret. Their sin is clarity.

They see the rules and say no. And for

that, they are cursed. Yet the paradox

remains. These rebels are punished for

doing what humans are told makes them

moral beings. Choosing the very

foundation of moral philosophy,

autonomy, responsibility, self-awareness

becomes criminal when applied to the

wrong entity. Lucifer's rebellion

mirrors human ambition. Elbl's defiance

mirrors human reasoning. Some's

accusations mirror human judgment. In

punishing these figures, we punish

something uncomfortably familiar.

Literature has often seized on this

ambiguity. In Paradise Lost, Milton

presents Satan as a tragic intellect who

famously declares, "Better to reign in

hell than to serve in heaven." It's a

line soaked in defiance, but also in

integrity. He chooses the agony of

sovereignty of the bliss of servitude.

His fall is framed as a moral decision,

one made with full awareness of its

cost. In Gotes Foust, Messtophles tempts

with knowledge. He draws Foust into a

wager for his intellect. And in the book

of Job, the Satan figure walks freely

into the courts of heaven, debating with

God, and is given permission to ruin a

man's life because he is part of the

test. What is rebellion in this context?

Is it wickedness or is it lucidity? Is

it the failure to obey or the refusal to

participate in a hierarchy that demands

silence?

If rebellion is punished, then obedience

is virtue. But obedience without

question is submission, selfia. The

rebel becomes evil only when we define

good as compliance. Demons then are

expressions of discontent with an order

that punishes insight and rever

hierarchy. Their fall is a philosophical

statement, a declaration that autonomy,

even when it leads to damnation, is

worth the cost.

The figure of the demon is not always a

destroyer. The demon teaches. It

whispers revelation, inverts the sacred

to illuminate. This is the demon as a

guide into forbidden knowledge,

dangerous truths, and consequences of

asking questions we were told never to

ask. In the book of Enoch, Aazil is one

of the fallen watchers who descends to

Earth and corrupts humanity. But

corruption here is education. Aazil

teaches men to forge weapons and women

to adorn themselves with cosmetics and

jewelry. He introduces mythology,

ornamentation, warfare, and seduction,

knowledge that shifts power. These

teachings fracture the innocence of the

world and invite divine punishment. But

they also mark a turning point. Humanity

begins to shape its own fate. As Zazel

is punished, but his knowledge remains.

The question becomes, was the sin in the

act or in the transmission?

Later demonologies carry this theme even

further. Payon, a prominent figure in

grimoirs such as the lesser key of

Solomon, is a king commanding legions,

but his power lies in instruction. He

teaches all arts, sciences, and

philosophy. He reveals the nature of the

mind and the structure of the cosmos. To

summon Payon is to risk madness, but

also gain understanding. In this

framework, the demon becomes a tutor,

feared for truth, the kind of truth that

cracks the foundation of obedience. The

Templars were accused of worshiping

Buffett, a mysterious figure whose name

remains debated, but whose image

endures, half human, half goat, male and

female, light and dark, seated in

balance. In later occult philosophy,

especially through the writings of

Alifas Levie and later The Lima, Buffett

becomes a symbol of synthesis, the

shadow reconciled with the self,

knowledge through inversion, wisdom that

can't be gained by walking the path of

light alone. Performer teaches that

understanding requires confronting

contradiction, that holiness and

profanity are often reflections of the

same impulse. This theme is far older

than any demonology. Prometheus steals

fire from the gods and gives it to

mankind. Symbolic light, intellect,

power. For this, he's punished, chained,

and tortured. The serpent in Eden offers

fruit from the tree of knowledge, and in

doing so opens human eyes to good and

evil. Gnostics read the story as

liberation. The serpent becomes the

secret redeemer, freeing humanity from

ignorance imposed by a jealous creator.

In each case, transgression is

awakening.

So we arrive at the philosophical wound.

Is there such a thing as evil knowledge

or only forbidden knowledge? The demon

in this role becomes a mirror for our

most uncomfortable desire,

understanding.

Even when that understanding costs us

innocence, certainty or peace. To learn

is to risk. To ask is to transgress. The

demon offers. And what it offers is

dangerous only because it can't be

unlearned. So perhaps the line between

angel and demon is drawn by permission

by whether we are allowed to know. And

the moment we seek knowledge on our own

terms, that is when the teacher arrives.

The demon. Sometimes it lives within. As

theology gave way to psychology, the

figure of the demon began to evolve. It

was no longer just a metaphysical

adversary or a fallen being, but a

mirror of the mind's darker corners.

Fear, guilt, temptation, these became

internal battlegrounds. And the demon,

once banished to the edge of the cosmos,

was reimagined as the shadow cast by the

self. Jung captured this in his concept

of the shadow. The part of the psyche

that houses the traits we suppress.

Rage, envy, lust, arrogance, native

impulses to preserve a sense of order,

purity, or control. We exile them into

metaphors, give them names, faces, and

horns. The demon becomes a scapegoat for

what we will not claim. And yet, by

banishing these parts of ourselves, we

feed them. They grow in the dark,

unspoken but active, shaping actions and

reactions in ways we refuse to admit.

This is why demons linger in the

language of addiction, mental illness,

and trauma. People speak of being

possessed by urges they can't control.

They describe thoughts that invade like

curses, habits that return like spirits.

When someone spirals into rage, shame,

or obsession, the language becomes

theological again. something has taken

over. What if that something though was

always part of us, denied, repressed,

and finally unleashed?

Exorcism stories can be read as symbolic

encounters with buried pain, the

thrashing body, the distorted voice, the

moment of catharsis, all echo

psychological processes of trauma being

unearthed.

What the church drives out with Latin,

the analyst unpacks with conversation.

Both seek to reclaim the self from

something it can no longer contain. But

one treats it as an invader. The other

sees it as a wound. This reimagining

changes everything. Demons become

symptoms to be heard. To name them is to

give them form. To make the unconscious

visible and in doing so to begin

healing. The demon becomes a signal. We

all carry versions of this figure. A

voice that whispers harm. A hunger that

can't be sated. a cycle we know will

hurt us yet we repeat anyway. To deny it

is to remain fractured. To confront it

is to begin the work of integration.

What we once called demonic might simply

be what we've left unloved.

Sometimes it is summoned by the crowd,

the pulpit or the courtroom. In every

age, demons have served as more than

metaphysical threats. They have been

instruments of social control. Their

faces are shaped by fear, their targets

chosen by power. They appear when

authority needs justification, when

terror needs a name. The witch trials of

early modern Europe were about

enforcement. Entire systems emerged to

detect, extract, and punish signs of

invisible corruption. A woman with too

much knowledge, a neighbor with a

grudge, a healer without sanction. Once

accused of communion with the demonic,

the outcome was exorcism by fire. And in

this theater of fear, blasphemy became

indistinguishable from independence.

This structure evolved. In the late 20th

century, the satanic panic erupted

across the United States and beyond.

Accusations of hidden cults, demonic

rituals in daycarees, backwards messages

in music. None of it required evidence.

The mere suggestion of demonic influence

was enough to fracture families,

imprison the innocent, and shape public

morality. It was a panic that fed on its

own echoes amplified by media, churches,

and courts. It was youth culture being

hunted, outsider art, deviant

expression. The demon once again became

a mask worn by those society feared but

didn't understand. The philosopher

Michael Fuko argued that every society

constructs its monsters to police the

boundaries of normal. Madness, crime,

sin, these are defined and once defined

regulated. The demon here is a label

designed to exile, to silence, to

correct, and those who wield that label

are rarely held to account. There is

also a collective psychology at work.

Societies project their shadow just as

individuals do. In times of upheaval or

change, fear coaleses around the

unexplainable. Instead of asking

difficult questions about power,

inequality or trauma, it is far easier

to say there is evil among us. The cost

of that belief is always borne by the

marginal, the strange, the

non-compliant. And once accused, you

confess or you perish.

This is why the demon as a social

construct is so potent. It protects the

dominant narrative. It keeps the deviant

visible, marked, contained. But more

than that, it reassures. It tells the

mob that they are righteous. It tells

the fearful that evil is out there in

the music, in the games, in the neighbor

they never quite trusted. The demon is

needed to maintain the illusion that

those in power are protecting something

sacred.

So we return to the paradox. After

augustine and Aquinaus cemented the

demon's theological necessity, after the

enlightenment stripped away the literal

faith, and after psychology and

sociology proved the whole spectacle was

a projection, why are they still here?

Philosophical atheism did its best to

banish them. Spinoza, denying free will,

argued that the devil was merely a

conceptual category for things we don't

understand. Ignorance disguised as

malice.

Later, Friedrich Nze rejected the entire

moral framework, seeing evil as a

weakness, the resentful denial of the

pure chaotic will to power. Both great

rationalists rejected the literal

entity. Yet both wrestled with the

forces the demon was created to name.

Chaos, suffering, and the irrational

impulse.

Disbelief cannot kill them because they

are not beings. They are an essential

category. Modern thinkers like Jung and

Joseph Campbell recognize that the demon

persists because it functions as a

powerful archetype, a pattern deep

within the human psyche. It is the

necessary villain in every story, the

embodiment of the shadow that must be

confronted. We see this archetype

reconstructed everywhere today, often in

secular clothing. Horror films use them

as metaphors for modern secular

anxieties, the breakdown of the family,

political conspiracy, viral contagion,

and the loss of self-control. The

creature in the dark is the

manifestation of our fear of

self-sabotage, surveillance, and

helplessness.

The conclusion is chillingly simple. The

demon survives reason because it names

something necessary, a source for the

chaos we can't accept as random, or the

malice we can't accept as purely our

own. They exist as a perpetual

placeholder for the questions we cannot

escape.

The demon is the shifting shadow cast by

the line between obedience and autonomy.

We began by asking why the idea

persists.

The answer is simple. We need something

to name what we refuse to claim. The

demon is the question mark hanging over

the worst things we are willing to do to

ourselves.

To confront the demon is to accept the

cost of being free.

Demons lie. They tempt. They corrupt.

They're creatures of passion driven by a

frantic and focused intensity.

We can understand intensity.

We can negotiate with desire.

This is no demon. This is an angel.

He exists in a state of absolute

composure.

He is the steward of the void, the

keeper of the seal, the one who

maintains the key to the deepest reaches

of the abyss.

He operates through precision. He brings

order to the end of things. He releases

his power by instruction and mandate. A

calm inevitable mechanism that follows

its design to the letter.

He is the fulfillment of a cosmic law.

And he is more terrifying than any

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Long before Abdon became a figure in

apocalyptic literature or demonology,

the word carried weight. In the Hebrew

Bible, Abdon is presented as a realm or

a condition, one linguistically rooted

in the Hebrew verb abad, meaning to

perish, to vanish or to be destroyed.

But Abdon is a domain that sits beyond

death, where the dissolution of form,

identity, and memory is final and

unreoverable.

Across multiple Old Testament

references, the term appears paired with

shol, the shadowed land of the dead. In

Job 26:6, Shol is naked before God, and

Abdon has no covering.

In Proverbs 15:11,

Shol and Abdon lie open before the Lord.

Together these two terms are used to

describe a landscape of the dead where

shiel signifies absence and abbodon

signifies arasia.

Abdon is what remains when the self is

stripped of story of form of return.

The presence of abdon in wisdom

literature isn't incidental.

These texts grapple with justice,

existential boundaries and the

architecture of creation.

Abdon becomes a theological necessity, a

concept that allows for the unmaking of

what can't be reconciled.

In a cosmology where creation is

intentional and covenantal, Abdon is

where what cannot be kept is sent to the

unwritten.

Not evil nor chaotic, but the

theological equivalent of deletion,

essential, deliberate, and terrifying

precisely because it is part of the

design.

This is where the first psychological

fracture opens. Abdon is framed as a

space entirely within God's sight. Abdon

has no covering.

This is a realm laid bare to divine

awareness. God sees it. God names it and

by implication God has authorized it.

It is built into history, not outside

it. In early rebbitic interpretations,

Abdon sometimes becomes the one of the

chambers of Gehenna, a transitional

space, a deeper level, a darker layer of

reality reserved for what can't ascend.

Later beliefs would attempt to turn this

absence into a presence to name the

thing that dwells in the erasia itself.

That is where Abdon begins to emerge as

a being, a function personified, a role

assigned.

But before that shift, we are left with

the unsettling truth that the earliest

layers of the Abrahamic worldview

included a word clean, final, and

uncompromising

that accounted for what must not come

back.

Abdon.

Before Abdon was the destroyer, before

the locusts, the keys, or the abyss,

there was Muriel.

The enthronement of Abaton, a Coptic

Christian apocryphon dated between the

fifth and sixth century CE, offers one

of the few accounts that dares to give

Abdon a past. And it does so with

obedience.

According to this esoteric narrative,

Abdon began as Muriel, an angel whose

name means God is my incense, a name

associated with fragrance, reverence,

and liturggical purity.

When God resolved to create man, he

turned to the angels and commanded them

to bring back dust from the earth, the

clay from which Adam would be formed.

But the earth protested.

It cried out, warning that mankind would

betray heaven and drown the world in

sin. The angels hesitated, refused,

wept. Some remained silent,

not moved,

except Muriel.

He descended into the dark, into the

places the others feared. He reached

into the substance of the world, the

dust, the potential for failure,

violence, desire, pride, and he gathered

it. The matter of man, the future of

sin, the seed of death.

It was compliance. But in that moment of

descent, Muriel crossed a threshold no

other angel had touched. He witnessed

the creation and at the same time

facilitated its risk. And for that act,

he was given another task.

God said, "Because you are the one who

brought the clay for Adam's body, you

shall also bring back what remains.

You shall preside over the dead and your

name shall no longer be Muriel.

You shall be Abaton.

This shift is permanent. The lurggical

angel becomes the angel of the end. The

incense bearer becomes the keeper of the

grave. A reassignment, a decision that

the same hand which begins must also

end.

The creation must be balanced by

unccreation and someone must hold both

roles.

Muriel becomes Abdon and in doing so

he's given a key and told when to turn

it. This isn't a descent like Lucifer

but something colder. If Lucifer is the

rebel, the one who defied,

then Abdon is the one who obeyed.

Even when obedience meant becoming

terrifying

in some versions of the enthronement of

Abaton, he's enthroned as king of death.

He's given jurisdiction, dominion. His

throne stands in the place where the

bodies are returned, where souls are

held, where the abyss waits to be

opened.

And unlike the demons of folklore who

fight for their place or steal it

through temptation,

Abdon inherits his title through

function.

He was chosen because he was the only

one willing to carry out the task.

In this, a principle is revealed

that horror can arise from faithfulness

that a being can remain entirely within

the sanction and still be the most

feared name in the underworld.

Abdan's story is grace applied to

destruction,

order, appointment, system.

The one who gathers the dust at the

beginning gathers it again at the end

and the cycle is sealed.

The abyss is a masterpiece of

architecture.

It is a structure within creation

designed for the specific purpose of

containment. a sealed domain defined by

boundaries, gates and locks. It is a

functional component of the order and it

operates under the stewardship of one

who holds the key. Abdon

in Revelation 9, the transition is

marked by the turning of that key. When

the abyss is opened, it is a moment of

release for what has been held for an

appointed time. From the atmosphere of

that realm, a force emerges that

operates with absolute adurance to

instruction.

These are locusts of a specific design.

The task is focused and their time frame

is fixed exactly five months. The

targets are identified by the absence of

a specific seal. Their power is granted,

constrained, and perfectly directed.

They follow a king.

Revelation 9:11 identifies him as the

angel of the abyss. In Hebrew, his name

is Abdon. In Greek, he is Apollon and in

Latin, he is exterminance.

Each title describes a singular

function, the completion of a cycle. He

is the one who brings a conclusion to

what is no longer required.

Abdon exists as a figure of authority.

He governs the abyss and regulates

access to it. He serves the script with

total fidelity.

He is a mechanism of divine will,

appearing when the integrity of creation

requires a deliberate conclusion.

He executes mandates established before

the beginning of time with clinical

precision.

While other messengers are defined by

their relationship to God, Michael has

the likeness of God. Gabriel has the

strength of God. Abadon is defined by

his action. He is a verb expressed in a

sentient form. He is the embodiment of

the conclusion.

Where others hold identity, he holds

function.

This is the lifting of containment at

the exact hour the design demands. The

abyss is the holding chamber for what

must be set aside, and Abdon is its

faithful steward.

He maintains the integrity of the lock

and oversees the timing of the key. He

represents the necessity of a final

authorized end.

The opening of the deep is a moment of

absolute suspension.

It is as if the universe holds its

breath, waiting for the weight to

settle. When the swarm emerges, it takes

the form of locusts, but they carry a

gravity that the natural world can't

explain.

These are creatures of a focused order.

They have no appetite for the harvest.

The focus is narrow, settled entirely on

the human spirit. The function is the

maintenance of presence, ensuring that

every moment is felt with clarity that

is heavy, constant, and unyielding.

In almost every tradition, we are taught

to look for the end. But Abdon is

defined by the endurance he requires.

His locusts are the architects of this

presence.

The accounts in Revelation describe a

window where the boundaries of the grave

remain firm. It is a fivemon span where

the threshold is held fast. Men look for

a finish line that has been moved out of

reach. They reach for the silence of the

end, but the end has been stayed.

This is the steady breathing reality of

Abdon's dominion.

While the end is often viewed as a

shadow,

here it is revealed as a transition that

has been paused.

Maintaining the boundary of the living,

he enforces a state of existence that

demands total wakeful participation.

The locusts are the physical extension

of his hand. They operate with a

calculation that is focused entirely on

the fulfillment of the schedule. They

are the instruments of a system that is

perfectly aware of the heartbeat and the

clock, ensuring the thread of life

remains whole until the mandate is

complete.

In this moment, Abadon is the overseer

of the threshold, standing in the

doorway to ensure that no one crosses

before the appointed hour.

Through his locust army, he manages the

access to the finality of things,

permitting conclusion only when the

design is entirely fulfilled.

The most terrifying truths are the

sanctioned ones.

When Abdon appears in the old text, the

historians and the monks see him, but

they provide a different label. Faced

with a figure too organized for evil and

too devastating to be ignored, they took

the only path that offered comfort.

They demoted him. They called him a

devil,

demon, prince of ruin, king of the pit.

These names serve to make him smaller,

providing a fragile sense of safety.

But the reality remains much colder.

Abadon stands by appointment, occupying

his role through a specific divine

commission.

In the book of Revelation, his arrival

triggers an absolute crushing silence.

The heavens remain quiet because the

calendar already accounted for this

moment, a scheduled necessity.

This part carries a particular weight.

While we have a place for outlaws and

enemies,

Avdon belongs to the machine.

His job encompasses the very things we

fear the most. Erasia and containment

and the end of the line.

Telling ourselves he represents a

rebellion feels easier than accepting

that a chair always waited for him at

the table.

In the Middle Ages, stories pulled him

into the orbit of hell. They placed him

on lists assigning him ranks and sins to

manage. But his nature remained

separate. He stays indifferent to the

soul, focusing instead on the clock.

As a being of singular purpose, Abdon

appears exactly when the conditions are

met, when the world hits that specific

point in the cycle where the deep must

open and the conclusion must start. A

principle with a face. To call him a

demon is an exit strategy. It offers a

reason to look away and claim he exists

outside our order.

But the evidence suggests otherwise. He

forms the interior of the design, the

result of a universe building a role for

the end and finding someone steady

enough to fill it.

Abadar arrives when the contract

expires. He answers when the structure

calls for the story to conclude.

If the thought of a holy messenger

overseeing the silence feels unbearable,

then perhaps Abdon is not the source of

our fear.

The fear lies in the fact that he was

always meant to be there.

In the Cabala, Abadon appears at the

very edge of our understanding, a

boundary condition for the soul. He is

the force that activates when the way

forward is blocked. He stands at the

veil, the space between what we can

carry with us and what we must leave

behind.

Abdon is the one who clears the path,

removing the corrupted structures of the

past when they can no longer be

repaired.

Later traditions place him in a role of

systemic judgment. In these texts, his

name serves to enforce a conclusion, to

cut, to end. He is the guardian of the

threshold, ensuring that we are

permitted to rest rather than being

forced to persist in a state of decay.

He is a companion for those willing to

look at the inevitable.

In esoteric writings, Abdon acts as the

angel of cleansing fire. This is fire as

a reset.

He ensures that what has gone too far is

allowed to stop.

He is the refusal to let suffering

become eternal. He is the mercy of the

finish line. Across all these

traditions, a single pattern holds.

Abdon is order breaking down into its

quietest form. He is the function that

remains when everything else has been

spent. When the system fails, when the

structure bends beyond recovery, he

remains steady.

He stays present amidst the wreckage.

He turns the key.

Most of us live with a quiet hope that

our existence is a deposit. That even if

we vanish, the account remains. We

believe that someone somewhere is

keeping a record.

Abdon is the proof that they aren't.

He's not the predator hunting you in the

dark. He is the dark. He's the divine

realization that some things were never

meant to be eternal, including you.

He doesn't want your soul. He wants the

space it occupies.

He is the holy mandate to make the

universe empty again.

When you feel that specific hold weight

in the middle of the night, the one that

tells you your life is a temporary loan.

That isn't a demon whispering.

It's the steward waiting.

He's the only one who stays until the

very end.

to make sure that when you go,

nothing of you remains.

No echo, no memory,

no ghost.

He's the one who watches the light go

out and feels nothing

but the satisfaction of a job well done.

Hell has order, thrones,

hierarchies, laws. Even the devil

answers to something.

But there is a name that predates, a

presence older than Satan's crown.

A force that corrupts.

Ancient texts call it lawlessness.

Kings felt it behind their thrones.

Prophets warned that when it rises,

truth collapses and power rots.

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In its earliest form, it was a judgment.

It described a person who had rejected

all forms of law.

covenant and restraint. One who had

thrown off the moral structure and would

not be brought back under it.

Throughout the Hebrew Bible, the phrase

sons of Beiel appears as a label for

those beyond redemption.

But even here, Beiel is more than a

metaphor. He moves under the surface,

nameless, but present, the force invoked

whenever society fractures from the

inside.

In Deuteronomy 13:13,

the sons of Beiel are men who rise up in

the community and lead an entire city

into idolatry, turning the people away

from the covenant, inciting them to

worship alien gods. The penalty is total

destruction. The city is to be raised,

its inhabitants killed, wealth burned,

its ruins left forever.

In judges 1922, the sons of Beiel

surrounded a house at night, demanding

that a male guest be handed over for

sexual abuse. When refused, they abuse

and murder a woman instead. The crime

triggers one of the bloodiest civil wars

in Israel's history. These mens are

described as something lower than human,

an infection.

In Samuel 2:12, the sons of the high

priest Eli are called sons of Belio.

They steal from the sacrificial

offerings, sleep with the women who

serve at the tabernacle, and show

contempt for sacred rituals.

These acts directly provoke the downfall

of Eli's house and the collapse of

Israel's priesthood. In each case, Beiel

doesn't appear as a figure, but his

presence is everywhere order fails. He

represents the collapse of a covenant.

The world is an accusation, one that

marks you for destruction. As the

centuries passed, the accusation took

form where once people were considered

sons of Beiel,

something began to answer.

In the dry caves of Kumran, buried

beneath centuries of dust, the hidden

theology of a forgotten sect was sealed

away.

When the Dead Sea Scrolls were

discovered in 1947,

they revealed a worldview unlike

anything in the canonized Hebrew

scriptures. These were the writings from

a people on the margins. Convinced that

the world had been overtaken by

corruption and that the end was near,

the authors, likely members of the

Esenes, a strict apocalyptical sect that

withdrew from mainstream Jewish society,

believed in a universe divided between

two absolute forces, the prince of light

and the angel of darkness. They were

ruling intelligences, commanders. And

for the angel of darkness, they gave a

name, Belle. In these scrolls, Beiel has

become a sovereign, a being with

authority, a throne, and a clearly

defined role in the fate of the world.

The most detailed of these visions is

found in the war scroll, which lays out

a future apocalyptic conflict between

the sons of light and the sons of

darkness. It's a war manual complete

with formations, trumpets, banners, and

phases of battle.

At the head of the sons of darkness

stands Belio, commanding both human

armies and a vast host of evil spirits.

These include lying prophets, corrupt

rulers, traitors within the covenant,

all under his direct control.

He's order corrupted. His kingdom

mirrors that of righteousness, but its

purpose is inversion, deception, and

collapse.

Other scrolls go further. In the

community rule, the entire human race is

divided between two lots. One walks in

the spirit of truth under divine

guidance. The other is handed over to

Belio. His followers are described as

spiritually deformed, unable to see,

hear or speak rightly.

Their condition is the work of Belio who

blinds the eyes of the wise and twists

the path of justice.

In these texts, Belil is also linked

with a figure known as Masterar, the

angel of hostility.

In earlier apocryphal books like

Jubilees, Masterar is granted permission

by God to test, deceive, and destroy.

The scrolls inherit that, but refine it.

Here, Belio becomes a parallel

authority, the enemy of justice itself.

He's permitted to act for a time. But

what separates Belio from other iconic

deities is he's allowed to govern the

wicked, to rule over a system that must

be exposed before it can be destroyed.

Unlike Satan, who retains some function

within judgment, as accuser, as

adversary, as rebel, Belio is outside

entirely. He consumes the unworthy. He

operates a form of evil that is fully

systemized, fully conscious, and fully

organized. A kingdom of darkness with

its own order and with that the curse

becomes a crown. The word becomes a

ruler. The name becomes a throne. Velio

rules and what he rules is everything

that cannot be saved. In the grimoirs of

medieval Europe, he returns as king.

Inscribed in Latin and bound in books

that promise power to those who dare to

call him. Among these texts, one stands

above the rest. The Lemmaeton or Lesser

Key of Solomon, a foundational manual of

demon summoning compiled between the

17th and 18th centuries. The first

section known as the Argo Galatia lists

72 demons said to have been bound by

King Solomon himself. These spirits are

cataloged with precision, each with

their title, appearance, and abilities

and number of legions.

Belio is one of the highest ranking.

He's named as a mighty and powerful king

created immediately after Lucifer.

He commands 80 legions of demons. The

grimoirs describe him as appearing with

the grace and stature of a ruler. He

comes as a crowned figure, regal and

composed with the calm presence of one

who expects to be obeyed. Some sources

say he rides upon a chariot of fire

before others describe him seated,

speaking with clear and commanding

voice. He arrives as power made visible.

But this power doesn't come cheaply. The

goalia warns that Belio will only speak

the truth or remain loyal if offered a

proper sacrifice, a gift, a promise, or

an offering of blood. Without it, he

deceives, manipulates, and destroys. He

grants titles, favors, and positions of

power. He's said to elevate individuals

to dignities,

reconcile enemies, and redispute

influence across courts and kingdoms.

His power is transactional. He gives

because he can, not because he must.

Among the hierarchy of hell, he is

placed alongside other great rulers,

Assodius, Bezub, Pon. But Belio's rule

is different. His authority isn't based

on obedience to Satan or Lucifer. His

position is his own. He is the throne.

Summoners fear him for this reason. They

call upon him for influence but treated

him with suspicion.

He was known to lie, known to corrupt,

known to turn rituals back to their

casters. Unless compelled by specific

ceremonial protections, Belio would act

according to his will, and his will was

rarely aligned with those who summoned

him. In the Groatia, there are demons

who teach philosophy. Others reveal

treasure, command, weather, or offer

secret knowledge.

Velio offers something else. Authority

without allegiance.

He rules without chains. He ascends

without loyalty. He gives power but

never gives it away. In these texts, the

ancient accusation has become a king.

The angel of hostility has become a

patron of dominance. The force of

lawlessness now speaks in legal terms.

Binding contracts, negotiated offerings,

signed packs. Belio is negotiated with.

In the ancient world, demons brought

storm, sickness, temptation. But Belio's

power runs through governance. His

territory is systems. He appoints, he

rules, and what he rules is corrupt

authority.

Across centuries of demonology and

esoteric theology, Belio emerges again

and again as a force behind regimes that

rot from within. In political grimmoirs

and later occult interpretation, he is

named as the patron of tyrants, false

priests, puppet kings, and the machinery

that sustains them. Beiel twists power.

He bends thrones into altars to himself.

His name becomes shorthand for man

manipulation through office. Medieval

texts associate him with false prophets

who spoke in the name of God but

answered only to personal gain. He was

seen behind inquisitions that justified

cruelty. Rulers who turned laws into

weapons and institutions that fed on

fear and control.

This culminates in an interpretation of

two Thessalonians 2 where the Apostle

Paul warns of a figure called the man of

sin or the son of pition. One who seats

himself in the temple of God claiming

divinity. Though the text never names

him. Some early demonologists and later

occultists identified this figure with

Belio, viewing him as a prototype of the

Antichrist.

It wasn't just what he destroyed, it was

how. through systems that appear

legitimate, through temples, palaces,

and courts, through titles, rituals, and

laws. Wherever power exists without

virtue, wherever authority serves no

truth, but its own survival, Belon is

enthroned.

Some demons fell. Belio never did. There

are angels who rebel, are cast down, are

punished for disobedience. Even Satan

remains tethered to a role. adversary,

tester, accuser. He is part of the

celestial order, even if he acts as a

shadow.

But Beiel doesn't fall from grace. He

emerges outside of it. There is no

record of his rebellion because there

was no allegiance to break, no descent

because there was no height. If the

divine is the architect of light and

law, Belio is the preexisting

nothingness that refused to be

organized. You cannot fall from a

building that was constructed after you

were already standing in the field.

The autonomy is what makes him singular.

Where Satan acts with structure, even in

defiance, Beliel exists in opposition to

structure itself. He is lawlessness that

organizes, authority without

appointment, a throne without a crown

above it.

Earlier we saw him as a general in the

war scroll and a king in the grimoirs.

These are his nature. This is why the

dead sea scrolls describe the end of

days as a collision of two totalities.

This is the light attempting to finally

colonize the darkness and the darkness

finally attempting to extinguish the

light. In Belilio, we find an

alternative to existence.

He is a rival and unlike those who fell,

Belil never had to rise.

In modern occult traditions, Beliel is

embraced, transformed from a figure of

condemnation into a symbol of

liberation.

In systems like phimma, Satanism and

Luciferianism,

Beliel reemerges as an archetype of

radical sovereignty.

Fimma, the occult philosophy founded by

Alistister Crowley, presents Beliel as a

part of the infernal hierarchy, but also

as a force aligned with the individual's

true will, the innermost untainable

drive that resists external law. Beliel

is the refusal to kneel, the impulse to

ascend through will alone. In Crowley's

workings and lateric writings, Beliel

appears as a current, the black flame, a

destructive creative power that refuses

to be tamed by divine or dogmatic

authority. In Luciferianism, Belio

represents what cannot be shackled. He's

invoked by those who seek to dismantle

internal and external systems of

control. Practitioners call upon him for

spiritual rebellion, self-ruule, and the

dissolution of inherited constraints.

His invocation is philosophical. Beliel

is seen as the power that demands

nothing and offers everything at a

price. The destruction of illusion.

Even within some current systems of

Satanism, particularly theistic Satanism

and anti-cossmic traditions, Belio is

set apart. He is an ally of entropy, a

symbol of the will to collapse all

imposed order, moral, cosmic or

spiritual. To those who walk these

paths, Belio is the refusal to be

defined. He is what stands at the center

of power without ever bowing to the

structures that claim to grant it. In

these traditions, Belio is liberation

through destruction. Freedom from the

system, a throne that cannot be given

because it was never taken.

It was always his.

Christianity, like it does with many

other forces, buries. It renames,

absorbs, and simplifies. It takes

fragmented horrors and rival powers and

fools them into a single manageable

adversary.

By the time the doctrine is hardened,

the specific terror of Beiel was

flattened. He became just another name

on a list of demons, another face for

Satan. But as we've seen, the record

tells a different story.

Throughout history, the sons of Beiel

were ungovernable. From the scrolls of

the Kumran to the grimoirs of the kings,

Belio was never a servant of the divine

order gone wrong. He was the architect

of an alternative. This distinction is

what the early church could not allow to

persist. Satan, even in his darkest

form, is a creature of the system. He is

the fallen son, the permitted adversary,

the accuser who still recognizes the

court's authority.

But Belio is the anti-creation.

He represents the terrifying possibility

that power can exist entirely outside

heaven's order. To maintain a universe

governed by a single hierarchy, you must

collapse the enemy into a singular

figure. You must turn the rival into a

rebel. Beliel refuses that collapse. He

stands as a reminder that there is a

form of power that doesn't ask for

permission. A throne with no crown above

it. A name with no chain behind it. The

doctrines say the devil will one day be

bound. But Belio was never part of that

contract. And that is why even if Satan

is bound,

Belio still stands.

We spent centuries watching the horizon

for a rebellion, never realizing that

the vacancy was the point. Beliel isn't

the one who broke the world. He's the

one who moved in once it stopped

working. He doesn't need to tempt you.

He just needs to stay quiet while the

lights go out.

He isn't coming.

He's already finished.

Dweller in the abyss. Demon of

dispersion. The last voice before

transcendence. He's encountered at the

edge of everything you think you are. He

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Buried in the journals of John D is a

name Coronzon.

D was a mathematician, alchemist, and

court astrologer to Queen Elizabeth I.

In the 1580s, he began working with

Edward Kelly, a scrier who claimed to

receive visions through a polished

obsidian mirror. Together they

documented what they believed was a

divine language, Inoino, delivered by

angelic intelligences during their

ritual sessions. Ino was structured and

systematic. It included a full alphabet,

syntax, invocations, and names of

entities organized into hierarchies. D

believed it was the original language

spoken by angels and it could be used to

make direct contact with celestials.

Over several years, they compiled a vast

volume of material. Most of the names

recorded had clearly defined roles

within the cosmology. They were linked

to elemental forces, planetary

influences, or specific heavens. The

language was consistent and detailed

with cross-referenced tables and layered

meanings. Coronzon,

he did not fit. His name appears briefly

without description. No associated

function, no mention of alignment,

purpose, or origin. He isn't categorized

among the angelic or demonic beings that

populate the rest of De's work. There is

no ritual for summoning him, no seal for

controlling him, and no explanation for

why his name appears at all. This is

highly unusual. In a framework built

entirely around precision and spiritual

taxonomy, a name without context stands

out. It suggests something unaccounted

for, something outside the structure

being built.

D and Kelly, they moved on, but the name

remained in the record. Later

interpretations would attach significant

to it, but in De's original writing,

Coronzon is simply there, a single name

that breaks from the rest of the

pattern.

Corumzon is tied to the abyss, a rupture

in the occult understanding of

consciousness where the self begins to

disintegrate. Within the esoteric map

known as the tree of life, the soul is

said to ascend through 10 levels of

awareness, the sephro. Each one

reflecting a more refined aspect of

existence. The lower spheres deal with

the familiar emotion, memory, will,

thought, while the uppermost ones are

said to be entirely beyond the

individual self. These higher states are

reached only by letting go of everything

one thinks they are. But between the two

regions lies a void, the abyss. This is

where he waits. At the center is a point

called Darth. It appears to belong to

the map, but it isn't counted among the

10 Sepharoth. Some describe it as a

false step, a trap that mimics

enlightenment, but leads only to

collapse. Darth is associated with

knowledge but not the kind that

elevates. It reveals rather than guides.

It exposes the self without preparing

it. And when a person stands at this

threshold halfway between the lower and

higher realities, Coronzon becomes

active. He is the result of crossing

into da with any trace of ego still

intact.

His role is to tear apart whatever the

individual is still clinging to. If

there's pride, it gets magnified. If

there's fear, it becomes overwhelming.

If the person believes they've achieved

something, he flatters them into

complacency,

then strips it away. He is the process

of mental and spiritual fragmentation.

What happens when the ego encounters a

space where it can no longer define

itself? His power is in reflection. He

reflects back every fractured thought,

every contradiction, every

unacknowledged fear. And he does it all

at once. There is no center in Darth, no

stability. Coranzon uses that to unravel

the mind from the inside out. For those

who attempt to reach higher

consciousness, Corenzon is the final

test, a trial of emptiness. Only a self

that has fully dissolved can cross the

abyss and remain whole. He welcomes your

arrival. He opens the path. But once you

believe you've succeeded, that's when he

begins.

Here's what you face when you confuse

glimpses of awakening for full

transcendence. When you carry identity,

status, or control into a realm where

those things lose all meaning. Unlike

other demons, Corzon cannot be

exercised. There is no ritual that

banishes him, no mantra that silences

him. Once encountered, he leaves a mark.

Even those who pass through him and

reach the other side are changed. The

idea of a solid self becomes difficult

to return to. He is what happens when

you go too far too fast when you attempt

to leap into spiritual heights without

collapsing everything false within you.

Coron reveals he was never ready to

begin with.

In December 1909, Alistister Crowley and

his companion Victor Noberg stood at the

edge of the Algerian desert with a

singular purpose to summon Kuranszon and

cross the abyss. Crowley, who styled

himself as the prophet of a new age,

believed that spiritual enlightenment

demanded confrontation with the limits

of the self. They traveled to the remote

part of the desert near Buada, far from

interruption because the ritual required

complete control. Crowley drew the

triangle of manifestation into the sand

and marked the circle of protection

where Noberg would stand as scribe and

guardian. The names of divine powers

were inscribed around him. Within the

triangle, Crowley positioned himself as

the bait. He would serve as the medium,

the vessel through which Coramzon would

be given voice.

Then they began.

According to Crowley's own account,

Coronzon emerged quickly and violently

through the voice. Crowley's own voice

twisted and accelerated. He spoke in

riddles, lies, and flattery. He offered

truth wrapped in deception, deception

wrapped in certainty. At first, he tried

seduction, presenting visions of power

and dominion. Then he turned to mockery,

questioning Noyberg's courage, insulting

his intelligence, and probing for

psychological cracks. The entity never

remained still. Coron shifted shape

constantly. A woman, a warrior, a

scholar, a beast. Each form a reflection

of the ego's last defense mechanisms, a

living collapse of coherence.

Crowley became agitated. At one point,

Coronzon physically lunged from the

triangle toward Nyberg, the line between

hallucination and real danger was

blurred, but Nyberg reacted

instinctively, using the ritual dagger

to reinforce the protective circle. He

held the space together while Crowley

collapsed, muttering, sweating, writhing

in the dust. The ritual reached its end

point in absolute silence. Voices fell

quiet as the working came to a close.

Coronzon remained until will, body, and

mind had reached their limit. Crowley

and Nyberg endured him in full, and the

record that survived describes strain,

exhaustion, and the sense of something

far larger pressing against them.

Crowley later framed the operation as a

breakthrough, claiming passage across

the abyss and the grade of Magister

Temple. The aftermath told of a harsher

story. Noberg's stability eroded over

the years that followed, and Crowley

revisited the encounter repeatedly in

his writings, each time with a tone of a

man who sensed unfinished business.

Coron exposes the seeker to every

fragment of self that resists surrender.

The desert released their bodies. The

experience remained.

In the ritual that summoned Coronzon,

every line, every word, every gesture

was deliberate. Without it, the thing

they sought to contact would spill

through and consume everything. And so,

the design began with geometry. The

triangle of manifestation, also known as

the triangle of art, was inscribed into

the desert sand. It wasn't arbitrary.

The triangle, a cage, a shape used to

give form to the formless. It's where

the spirit is meant to appear, bound by

the triangle's points. The summoner

never enters this space. They stand in

the circle outside it. The names of

divine intelligences are written around

it to reinforce its barrier. Break the

circle and the boundary fails.

Everything in the ritual served the same

purpose, to hold Coronzorn in place just

long enough to confront him. There is no

tool that binds him entirely. He's

always slipping out of form. His very

nature is dispersion. The triangle can

only ever temporarily stabilize him,

forcing him into coherence just long

enough for the ritual to take place.

He's concentrated. Containment doesn't

mean control.

Coranzon has no stable identity. No

single image defines him. He appears as

what matters to you. He takes the shape

of the unresolved. the desirable, the

believable. In every documented

encounter, he adapts the collapse of all

fixed meaning. This lack of form is

strategy. He presents himself through

illusions tailored to the psyche of the

observer. To one, they may seem like a

mentor or spiritual guide. To another,

he arrives as a seducer, a voice of love

or reassurance. In other cases, he's

appeared as a serpent, a divine child,

or even the aspirin's own reflection.

Each appearance is crafted to

infiltrate. Power is gained by

presenting what the seeker wants to see

just long enough to draw them deeper

into confusion.

What makes him truly dangerous is the

intent behind it. Coron's forms are

weapons of distraction. They are

believable, comforting, even revelatory,

partial truths, echoes of real memories

or emotions.

But none of them are whole. Every form

he takes serves to fragment attention,

to turn the focus outward, to prevent

you from facing the internal collapse

required to cross the abyss.

redirection, a way of anchoring the ego

in something that feels familiar when

the ego should be dissolving.

In phmic terms, this is the final trap.

Coron offers visions of progress. He

offers a shortcut. He simulates success.

He mimics enlightenment. Those who

accept his forms without dismantling the

parts of themselves that crave them are

the ones who fail. What Coronz exposes

is the need for illusion.

That need is what keeps you from

crossing. That need is what he speaks

through. Crowley described him as the

maker of all form. He produces the

appearance of reality. He offers

containment where there should be

collapse. Structure where there should

be release, form where there should be

formlessness. That is the essence of the

encounter. You confront everything in

yourself that demands things remain

fixed, definable, safe. And if that part

of you still holds on, Coronzon doesn't

need to destroy you. He just keeps you

there, circling your illusions until you

do it yourself.

Crowley wrote that Coronzon is

dispersion given a voice. But his deeper

warning was that Corenzon speaks through

the part of the mind that refuses to let

go. He isn't the destroyer of the ego,

but its final expression. Every

structure the individual has built

around identity, purpose, progress, and

enlightenment is gathered here at the

edge of the abyss. And Coronzong uses

those structures as his medium. He draws

from you your own convictions and

repeats them with perfect accuracy. The

danger lies in how familiar that voice

sounds. The ego has one instinct above

all others to continue. Even when the

path demands dissolution, even when

crossing requires the abandonment of

every claim to selfhood, the ego asserts

itself. It says I understand. It says I

am ready. It says I have achieved this.

These statements feel like alignment and

confidence, but they are symptoms of

attachment. He reinforces them. He

amplifies the certainty that should have

been surrendered long before the

aspirant reached this threshold. This is

why the abyss is described as the place

where false enlightenment flourishes. A

person may mistake insight for

transformation. They may confuse

intellectual understanding with

spiritual annihilation. They may believe

that the collapse of identity is

something they can oversee, manage or

direct. He presents every remaining

fragment of selfhood as proof of

progress. He encourages you to step

forward while carrying everything they

were meant to abandon.

He offers clarity that feels profound

but leads nowhere. He allows you to

believe that they have crossed when they

have not even begun. In this state, you

confront yourself magnified, multiplied,

fragmented. Coron reveals the parts of

the ego that resist dissolution, the

parts that seek continuity, the parts

that claim I am, even when that claim

prevents any genuine ascent. His

influence is ordered, precise, and

entirely constructed from the person who

stands before him. The discrepancy

between what you think you've become and

what you truly are becomes the substance

of the encounter.

This is why he is feared. Corenzon

shatters the psyche through agreement.

He feeds certainty into the very places

where uncertainty was required. He turns

confidence into confinement and turn

spiritual ambition into a closed loop.

Nothing in his presence forces collapse.

The collapse comes from your insistence

on holding together. By confirming the

lie that says I am, Coronzon prevents

you from dissolving into what lies

beyond.

Coronzan is no longer summoned with

blood. He's logged in. The collapse he

once brought in the desert now unfolds

in every timeline, thread, and feed.

There is now recursion. Where there was

once the abyss, there is now the

algorithm.

Corumon has migrated to a condition. He

thrives where the boundary between

signal and noise is eroded. where

attention is fragmented across a

thousand tabs and where the selfhood is

curated by engagement metrics and hollow

affirmations.

This is dispersion in its purest form.

In the age of the digital ego, he only

needs to convince you that you are

whole. And that's easy because you're

already saying it. I am awakened. I am

sovereign. I am the main character.

The screen reflects them back with

likes, shares, and manufactured

resonance. Spiritual pride has never

been easier to access. Enlightenment has

never been easier to fake.

What Crowley described as the final

obstacle to transcendence is now a

personality brand. He appears as you

when you mistake attention for

ascension. He appears as the unearned

certainty that your path is complete,

your awakening is real, and your insight

is unique.

He appears every time transformation is

mimicked instead of lived.

Coronzan is a presence you become. He is

what's left when the silence deepens and

no self answers back. When thought no

longer tracks and every reflection lies,

he is what waits. When there's nothing

left to guard, the echo of your last

certainty, stretching into the void,

hoping something answers.

Nothing does. That's when you realize

he didn't speak.

You did.

They've worn many names. Pizuzu,

Asmadas, perform it. Once they were

storms, then angels, now symbols. But

they've always haunted us. Long before

demonology had a name, we were already

trying to understand evil. This is the

complete timeline of that obsession.

This is the history of demonology.

Long before the term demon was spoken,

the world was already haunted. The

earliest civilizations didn't use

theology to explain their suffering, and

they gave it a face, a name, and tried

to trap it in clay, chant it out with

incantations, or beg stronger spirits

for protection. These were forces people

genuinely believed could steal a child's

breath, rot the crops, or drive a man

mad. In ancient Mesopotamia, the land

between the rivers, demons were forces

of misfortune, fear, and decay. They

could live in the wilderness, hide in

homes, slip through the cracks in the

wall, or ride the wind. One of the most

feared of these was Pizuzu, demon of the

Westwind. He was grotesque, a hybrid of

man and beast with canine jaws, eagle

talons, and a scaly body and wings. He

brought famine and locusts, especially

during the dry season, but fear of him

became a weapon. His image was carved

into amulets and plaques to repel

something worse. Lamashtu was that

worse. A lone predator among spirits,

Lamashtu acted without the command of

any god. She was the tormentor of

mothers and children causing

miscarriages, poisoning breast milk, and

snatching infants from their cribs. Her

image was even more monstrous,

lionheaded with donkey teeth, long

fingers, clutching snakes, and riding on

a donkey herself. Her presence was so

feared that detailed incantation tablets

were written solely to protect women

from her. One ritual involved burying a

figurine of Lamashtu near the head of

the bed alongside the offerings of bread

and water to distract or appease her.

Then there were the Rabisu, ambushers

who haunted doorways, graveyards, and

forgotten corners. They weren't always

purely evil. In some texts, Rabisu

appear as shadowy figures dispatched by

the gods, agents of punishment rather

than chaos. But to the living, the

effect was the same. Terror, illness,

and dread, nightmares, fevers, sleep

paralysis, these were all the signs.

Stepping into an unclean space or

disturbing a neglected tomb could draw

their attention. To protect against

them, the people inscribed ritual spells

on clay tablets and buried figurines of

protective spirits under thresholds and

walls. One Ocadian incantation begins.

By the word of the gods, I bind you.

Spirit of the night, spirit of disease,

spirit of death. Mesopotamian demonology

was already forming as a survival

strategy. Know the name, say the spell,

seal the door. In Egypt, the line

between demon and God was not always

clear. The cosmos itself was defined by

the struggle between order and chaos.

And the most terrifying face of chaos

was Apep, the great serpent. Every night

he rose from the abyss to devour the sun

god Ra during his journey through the

underworld. Our Pep was not evil in a

moral sense. He was annihilation, the

end of balance, light, and being. To

fight him, priests recited passages from