Welcome to the Atrocissimus

To fully understand and appreciate the destructive path of the Atrocissimus it's vitally important to realize one important fact of human history: It's all wrong. Humans have trod upon the earth for eons longer than historians know, and human civilizations likewise arose far earlier than is believed. There was organized human civilization hundreds of thousands of years ago, ones with trade and commerce and urban centers we would recognize as ones similar, though smaller, to what the world has today. These earliest civilizations -- which withered away over time due to climatic changes, or were destroyed by invaders, or were simply assimilated by others -- had well-developed religions based upon the worship of the demons. Of course, the people didn't know these were foul creatures bent on their own torment and destruction, but since the demons had walked with the earliest humans for millennia, these civilizations accepted without question their divinity.  If the demons cum g

  A Long Downward Arc “And so,” said the man in the exquisite suit with the pale gray eyes, “as you can see this truly is a once in a lifetime opportunity.” As the jet they were both flying in hung unmoving in the air, pitched downward at a dangerous angle, Jasmine Muhanni once again caught herself closing and reopening her eyes hard to make sure all this was real. It had been a year since she’d dropped any acid and a day or two since she’d smoked pot, yet she still found this just too much to believe. “Believe it,” the man said, again showing the ability to read her mind. “Believe it and make a choice.” Jasmine looked once again into his pale, almost impossible eyes, and recalled it was the look of those eyes that had drawn her to sit next to this man, who’d introduced himself as Neil Hill. She knew now, of course, that wasn’t his real name. “Well?” he said again, holding his left hand up, fingers ready to be snapped. “What’s it going to be?” Jasmine was the lead singer o

  The horror is all too real, and its name is angst. The most succinct definition of angst is simply existential anxiety , the loathing of one's own being, the sense of utter fear with every step one takes. Angst is a gnawing, grinding, crushing worry. It wraps you in a sense of overwhelming futility as you feel you're slowly, inexorably, relentlessly being pulled towards some horrible fate. You dread your life and despise your eventual death. While the terrors of demons and devils and the other horrors I write about are profound, it is this daily dread, this angst of many colors, that truly torments people on a regular basis. Angst is the constant companion of the modern era. And why would it be otherwise? We are surrounded by so much uncertainty about the future that it can often be difficult -- some would say even impossible -- to feel we're on stable ground, to say nothing of the constant violence and hatred we see everywhere. Our lives are ever on a knife's edge, a

I don't often write poetry.  For one reason, I'm far too busy exposing the truth of the Infestissumam and writing about the foul creatures that lurk in it, seeking the ruin of souls, but also because...well, I'm not really good at poetry. But, for some reason, I felt moved to write this particular little ditty, so please enjoy it since there won't be many poems coming from me! Good King Death   The Reaper creeps on you with steady stealth, Slowly he walks, ever he stalks, all the long years of your life, You live staying in health, praying for wealth, But you’ll be moaning, ever groaning, wanting to end your strife, As he takes your final breath, In payment to Good King Death.   The Reaper, never a sleeper, takes with no remorse, You lay there dying, your loved ones crying, they beg for reprieve, You want to go – you need to know – what’s beyond this course, Your family grumbling, their anger rumbling, as you, dying, leave, And he takes your fi

  In the lowest level of Hell, chained to the throne he so ached to possess, sits Satan, the Great Adversary, the Enemy, the Evil One. He is indeed the Beast with Many Names and has plagued mankind since the beginning of all things.  Once the angel named Lucifer, he was created to bring the light of God's love and wisdom to all humans, especially to those who were suffering most. Together with the legion of angels he commanded, he was to whisper words of encouragement and guidance to those whose hearts were broken. Lucifer was to help heal a lost world. Instead, he broke the world he was created to heal.  Satan sits on this throne, raging, planning, cursing God and finding every way possible to befoul humanity. It is his evil genius that lurks behind every cruel act in the Atrocissimus, it is his hand that guides the demons of this world as they torment and torture humanity. He is hate, he is loathing, and he is violence personified. He is the spirit of conflict. He is the shadow t