This demon is no joke. DOMINUS PENARUM (lets call him DP for fun) is a most rigid, controlling devil with a pimp cane. He's a demon used in love spells, but I'll get to that in a sec.
So I have this friend (not me), who's been putting up with a D-bag (you don't know him) for way too long. Why? Because, that's why. The point is my friend (NOT ME) cut ties and this demon still contacts her. Nonchalantly. Like they're friends. Like it's okay.
WHY? This, I don't know. But I have a theory, and it goes a little something like this:
Non-committed passionate relationships lead to non-committed seperations, so the door remains open where He and She are concerned. That's all well and good if both parties are on the same page, in the same phase of their life, and totally honest with how they feel - or don't - about each other, etc. This, however, is rarely the case. So one or the other settles for less and/or puts up with more than they should, ignoring the nagging Igor that points out what's not happening and what they aren't receiving from their fuck buddy.
Why do I care? Because, that's why.
I care because people (yes, people, because women are just as guilty of assholery as men are) have become cowards. I don't care if you're only sleeping with me because it was better than what you had in your Netflix line-up, but BE HONEST ABOUT IT. Don't pretend it's something more. Don't say things just to say them and don't give me hope if there is none. Don't toss out phrases like "When we go to Palm Springs..." or "I can't wait to (fill in the blank) with you..." because they sound good. If you want to use me for sex, let me in on the plan so I can make an informed decision- otherwise you're lying to get me into bed and that makes you a fucking asshole coward.
People (again, people) are afraid to say what they mean, either because they're afraid of being rejected or they're afraid to reject or they just can't own up to what they want. You know what? Too bad. You want to be a big kid and do what big kids do? Grow the balls to talk about it.
I'm not blameless. I have my moments of swallowing questions because I don't have the guts to ask them. You know what that means? It means I'm involved in a bad relationship and I should go home alone. Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. Regardless, I'm aware of what I'm doing and making an informed decision- even if it isn't always the best one. I'm still learning..
This is why it fucking galls me when this douchebag tests the waters by texting an oblivious "How you doing?" after years and years of turmoil, broken promises, loving someone else, and disregard for any feelings but his own. Where is his consideration? Where is his awareness? Where are his balls? If he wants friendship, show some respect and call. If he wants sex, come out and say it. Don't hover on the fringe of a relationship by giving the least effort possible to forge some sort of connection.
"How you doing?" DELETE.
"Everything good?" DELETE.
"I saw a picture that made me think of you." DELETE.
Know what's maddening? The longer he's ignored, the more persistent he becomes.
How do you exorcise a demon like that? When you've already screamed and Julia Sugarbakered their ass (to which you received a dead-end "Sorry") and they still contact you and the more you ignore them the louder they get and they don't stop, what do you do? If it were me, I'd get mad and loud and destructive. (It's still not me.)
There is no undoing to the demon, Dominus Penarum, that I know of- all I have are his stats.
DP is connected with power and control. A magician conjures DP to completely break the will of his intended, i.e. who he's crushing on at the moment, so she will be bound to him and powerless. The demon torments the woman until she bows to her passionate compulsions, no matter how unnatural. A direct quote: "As the Lord of Torments, this demon would be well-suited to make the target's life a living hell."
Yup, that sounds about right.
~Thanks to "Dictionary of Demons: Names of the Damned" by Michelle Belanger. Llewellyn Publications, 2010
So I have this friend (not me), who's been putting up with a D-bag (you don't know him) for way too long. Why? Because, that's why. The point is my friend (NOT ME) cut ties and this demon still contacts her. Nonchalantly. Like they're friends. Like it's okay.
WHY? This, I don't know. But I have a theory, and it goes a little something like this:
Non-committed passionate relationships lead to non-committed seperations, so the door remains open where He and She are concerned. That's all well and good if both parties are on the same page, in the same phase of their life, and totally honest with how they feel - or don't - about each other, etc. This, however, is rarely the case. So one or the other settles for less and/or puts up with more than they should, ignoring the nagging Igor that points out what's not happening and what they aren't receiving from their fuck buddy.
Why do I care? Because, that's why.
I care because people (yes, people, because women are just as guilty of assholery as men are) have become cowards. I don't care if you're only sleeping with me because it was better than what you had in your Netflix line-up, but BE HONEST ABOUT IT. Don't pretend it's something more. Don't say things just to say them and don't give me hope if there is none. Don't toss out phrases like "When we go to Palm Springs..." or "I can't wait to (fill in the blank) with you..." because they sound good. If you want to use me for sex, let me in on the plan so I can make an informed decision- otherwise you're lying to get me into bed and that makes you a fucking asshole coward.
People (again, people) are afraid to say what they mean, either because they're afraid of being rejected or they're afraid to reject or they just can't own up to what they want. You know what? Too bad. You want to be a big kid and do what big kids do? Grow the balls to talk about it.
I'm not blameless. I have my moments of swallowing questions because I don't have the guts to ask them. You know what that means? It means I'm involved in a bad relationship and I should go home alone. Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. Regardless, I'm aware of what I'm doing and making an informed decision- even if it isn't always the best one. I'm still learning..
This is why it fucking galls me when this douchebag tests the waters by texting an oblivious "How you doing?" after years and years of turmoil, broken promises, loving someone else, and disregard for any feelings but his own. Where is his consideration? Where is his awareness? Where are his balls? If he wants friendship, show some respect and call. If he wants sex, come out and say it. Don't hover on the fringe of a relationship by giving the least effort possible to forge some sort of connection.
"How you doing?" DELETE.
"Everything good?" DELETE.
"I saw a picture that made me think of you." DELETE.
Know what's maddening? The longer he's ignored, the more persistent he becomes.
How do you exorcise a demon like that? When you've already screamed and Julia Sugarbakered their ass (to which you received a dead-end "Sorry") and they still contact you and the more you ignore them the louder they get and they don't stop, what do you do? If it were me, I'd get mad and loud and destructive. (It's still not me.)
There is no undoing to the demon, Dominus Penarum, that I know of- all I have are his stats.
DP is connected with power and control. A magician conjures DP to completely break the will of his intended, i.e. who he's crushing on at the moment, so she will be bound to him and powerless. The demon torments the woman until she bows to her passionate compulsions, no matter how unnatural. A direct quote: "As the Lord of Torments, this demon would be well-suited to make the target's life a living hell."
Yup, that sounds about right.
~Thanks to "Dictionary of Demons: Names of the Damned" by Michelle Belanger. Llewellyn Publications, 2010
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