https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/BuddhaDemon/The end of time is imminent, and all demonkind battles across the cosmos, for only the last entity or pair of soulmates left alive in the universe shall know the salvation of the Jh'a'vyraa. Chariah, a death-addicted Necrodelic who smokes the flesh from his victims through a giant, blood-filled bong and traverses the galaxies in a bestial spaceship, is determined to attain this blissful afterlife for himself and his astral lover Mother Chaos, who is tormented by omnisentience. Chariah's destiny has become entangled with that of the Oneirophage, a dream-devouring were-serpent who hunts by day as Morpheus Rex and feasts at night in his prism palace, Phantasmagorika, by sucking the dreams from his victim's skulls and other body parts through a strawlike accoutrement. The two engage in an epic clash on the planet Grystiawa, but in a universe populated by genocidal demons they are soon forced to expand their focus...hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/BuddhaDemon/505686The Necrodelic pretended he was Satan, his wrathful and ultimate master, as he made love to Mother Chaos. He could feel Satan watching as they writhed through time; he was Satan, now, phallic horns bleeding, veins and arteries wrapped in an interdimensional labyrinth around the exterior of his...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/BuddhaDemon/505464The touch of Mother Chaos was as that of a shadow or ebony sunset, ephemeral as the darkling eye contact of some demon inhabiting the black holes which littered space. And her mouth and vagina were two of those black holes, it seemed sucking his tongue and penis through the pink death that was...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/BuddhaDemon/505208The bodies in the bong began to disintegrate, their flesh pulled apart by his intake of air. Chariah exhaled, the deep, slow breath of the incubus. More smoke filled the meditation chamber, and now began to take on mystical formations. Chariah smoked the burning flesh of his victims, watching...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/BuddhaDemon/505002Chariah, the demon, the Necrodelic, sat with his legs crossed in the ancient, often lethal, black lotus position, his wrists upon his knees and his fingertips joined. Gently, he sucked at the mouthpiece of the Bloodbong, the deep slow breath of the succubus. Smoke billowed and filled the chamber,...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/BuddhaDemon/504803The center of the bong was huge and shaped like a living heart, its four contracting and expanding sections filled with a tangled mass of naked, screaming human bodies, immersed to their necks in boiling blood. Some of the blood was their own. Some had belonged to their ancestors. Some was the...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/BuddhaDemon/504703Please note: I am restarting this blog from page one so that everyone will have a chance to read Demonmachy at a much slower pace. I will be posting one or two paragraphs a day rather than several every three days. If anyone was hanging on for Chapter Five, please contact me and I will be glad to...