Dear Brothers & Friends,
Welcome to the premiere of BROTHER BEASTUS š¤ GRIMOIRE email magazine!
The Black Party š¤ Part 1: Friday Night
by Brother Beastus
Mike hadnāt seen the graphic, red painting before. In fact, he hadnāt seen any paintings in the rooms before.Ā
The scene was very dark both literallyābecause the lighting was lowāand thematicallyābecause it appeared to be a scene from Hell.
Mike was at the bathhouse because it was a hot and horny Chicago summer night, and Mike decided to mix things up by skipping the leather bar and just heading directly to the bathhouse.
He was in the mood for a blow jobāeither giving or getting, but Mikeās cock was big enough that it never took long before he got some service at the bathhouse.
He rented room 18, which he had never been in before. Thatās where Mike saw the strange painting.
What was it doing in the bathhouse?
The more he stared at it on the wall, the more Mike saw in it.Ā
It looked oddly real, which made him question his perception. It bothered him.
In his mind, this annoyance suddenly turned into a vision.Ā
His mind was transported. Mike was no longer in the bathhouse.Ā
He was inside the vision now; he was looking down a hallway to a platform in a huge natural amphitheater about two city blocks wide.Ā
āDo What Thou Wilt,ā was carved into the stone arch over the hallway exit.
Mike walked down the hallway, and saw two shadows on the edge of the platform. They turned around and motioned him over.Ā
Mike walked over and felt disoriented from the height.
He could see a monstrously huge winged demon, the Demon King, towering over what looked like humans.
The sight took his breath away.
The Demon King was four stories high.
On closer inspection, Mike could see the men (they were only men) werenāt completely human.Ā
They were human-shaped ghosts but they had manifested the physicality of the demonically possessed.Ā
Some had horns slowly but visibly and painfully growing out of their skulls. Some also had clawed hands and cloven feet.Ā
They were all naked and writhing. Hundreds of them under the foot of the Demon King.Ā
Some had erectionsāhuge erections that swayed pendulously as they spasmodically moved through the crowd underneath the Demon King.
One of the shadows moved to Mike on the platform and whispered, āWe are Legion.ā
Mike watched.
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The Demon King picked up the mortal soul from a holding pen and delighted in knowing he would soon take part in its destructive transformation.
His Legion of followers agonized in ritual anticipation of the glimpse they were about to receive.
This mortal's soulālike all soulsāwould emanate like a wave from the center of the Demon King.
As he destroyed it, he broke it down to its most fundamental partsāthe basic building blocks of souls. But all of what made the mortal unique... was lost in this process.Ā
The soul was rebuilt from scratch and unable to carry what made that particular person who they were.
It was not a reincarnation because what made them personal was lost.Ā
Instead, it was more of a conservation-of-mass: souls can never really be destroyed. They can only be transformed.
And thatās what the Demon King was about to do.
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The Demon King picked a mortal soul and raised it up. His Legion started to roar in anticipation.
He lit the soul with fire from his eyes.
The mortalās uniqueness became the magical energy that exploded in a flash zone around the Demon King.
For a very brief moment, all his Legion in attendance would experience this mortal soul for themselvesāin bliss.Ā
This soul transformation fed themābut just for a moment.Ā
In an ultra bright flashābrighter than a supernova, the soul would completely blacken, and be absorbed into the red-glowing eyes of the demon Legion.
The Legion would not only gorge on this energy emanating from the Demon King, but also on the personal traits that made this soulātheir unique light and darkness.
It would agonize the Legion for more. Always hunger for more.
The Demon King would ride their blissful pleasureāand their painful hunger.Ā
He fed on his Legion as much as his Legion fed on the mortal.
When the time was right and at his choosing, the Demon King would start the cycle againā¦..
But he would always take his time. The Demon King knew how to keep his Legion in line.
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Mike was mesmerized. The other shadow moved closer to him again. He almost saw a face this time.
It whispered to him, āThis cycle of rituals is called the Black Partyā¦.ā
Then, just as suddenly as it started, he was back in room 18 in the bathhouse with the painting on the wall.Ā
It was too real.
He felt inebriated, but he hadnāt had anything to drink.
Mike was freaked out, and decided to call it an early night.Ā
He pulled his jeans on over his black latex pocket jock, put his shirt back on, checked out, and went homeā¦..
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Next time at the Black Party: A leather priest divines Mikeās vision.
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Behind the Scenes: 5 Year Blogaversary!
by Mark
Hello, Iām Mark, the creator of the Brother Beastus blog.Ā
2021 is the 5th anniversary of the blog on social media, and this email magazine is the next evolution of the blog.Ā
Itās a departure from my visually-based blogāand I think thatās exciting.Ā
Brothers and Friends have asked me for years to publish my grimoire, my spellbook, my workbook.Ā
I remember a few years ago there was even a de facto standard format for these grimoire blogs that started to spread across social media; unfortunately, none of them lasted more than a few posts before petering out.
The funny thing is people have been staring at my grimoire all along. Itās my blog. Itās my attitude. Itās in everything I do.
Listen. Iām all for keeping a proper, formal diary of your magic. I write all the time. It helps me. I recommend it.Ā
But I have found that my grimoire is so personal as to be completely useless to anyone but me.Ā
BROTHER BEASTUS š¤ GRIMOIRE is about something else. Itās not about me. Itās about what we all have in common: the eternal questions that face each of usāas gay men and as human beings.Ā
Thank you for taking this journey together!
I'm trying an online notebook app as a workbook/diary. Some advantages: easy to copy pictures, links, articles, reference sources, and organize contacts.