Thoughts and Discussion After a Long Absence

When I first walked away from this blog it was because I found myself at an impasse. With myself.

The systems I began resonating with and working within were seemingly at odds with one another. And it was around this point that my whole life crumbled. My health had started failing with no end in sight. Due to this I finally lost my job, yet couldn’t get approved for disability, and wasn’t seeing the improvement needed to land a new job I could sufficiently perform. I was out of prospects and hurtling toward inevitable homelessness. During this, my fiancé left me, on my birthday of all days, while in a particularly private and vulnerable position. An intentional act of cruelty that took advantage of an altered state. This was the final straw. I broke.

The next 6-12 months were spent near suicidal. I would open my eyes upon waking in the morning then crumble into sobs because I wished I had died. I couldn’t bear to face another day. I’d lost my gods, my faith, my love, my job, my health, my sense of self, I’d lost everything. I had ceased to be. I didn’t care anymore. But the sun always rose, relentlessly, and I was convinced that something would be happy if I killed myself so I just endured out of spite. And so it repeated day after day after day.

I did not have context for much of what I had dabbled in. Like a kid in a candy store I was excited by all the options. It was all new to me and I tried my hand at almost everything. I trusted people’s word naively assuming they had to know better than me due to my lack of experience. I unknowingly said things I should not have, unknowingly posted things I should not have, and I didn’t feel I understood my own practice any longer. There were others who I knew existed now, I had found them, seen their posts, read their books, listened to their musick, but I was still alone and isolated. My personal notes and myths crisscrossed with theirs in so many ways. I had no idea what to make of it. It was jarring, overwhelming, confusing, and I was completely lost.

Until their first manifestations in the form of this blog and the other (now closed) social media groups and sites, my beliefs and practice had always been hidden and in secret. My run ins with church authorities throughout my youth were never because I blabbed or spoke my mind about these practices. I had hiding spots for my notebooks. Even the symbols of my faith were hand designed between myself and the primary spirit I worked with so that I could have something to hold onto that others wouldn’t violently react to if they saw it. All of my theories, notes, communications, etc., had been between only myself and the page. Often at least partially written in code and shorthand so that even if the notes were found they would be indecipherable to others. I denied everything. Always. After the Satanic accusations were started by my mother in my early teens I outwardly denied belief in anything at all and claimed to be an atheist who didn’t believe in any gods or devils (despite my own continued private practicing), but it was to no avail. She just kept insisting that during prayer “God”, specifically Y-H in this case, had told her what I was involved with.

So after all of this, after reaching out to find anyone else, albeit virtually, I came to a point where I dejectedly thought, what the hell am I doing? What else but harm would possibly come from continuing to talk about this? Clearly, I’ve gone massively wrong somewhere. What if I cast this information in a false light simply out of my own ignorance? Would that not be disrespectful to my own gods? To their systems? To their practitioners? Have I already done so? Is that why people are behaving as they are toward me? What if I point others in a bad or unsafe direction? This isn’t to say my own writing stopped. I’ve filled another 2-3 notebooks during the interim, but I did not feel it would benefit anyone to read those thoughts or theories.


Fast forward to current day. After having rebuilt my life – on December 24th, while driving to a friends holiday dinner, I was victim of a hit and run collision. A drunk driver came tearing down the surface street I was on at freeway speeds. I was stopped at a red light waiting to turn into the neighborhood. I heard the squealing of brakes behind me and looked up at my rearview mirror to see white smoke billowing up from the tires of a truck skidding towards me. I gasped, and before I had time to do anything else – BAM – he slammed into the rear of my car. Then pulled up alongside me, looked straight at me, and sped off around the corner leaving a trail of radiator fluid from his smashed front end.

I mention this because in the aftermath of this event I found myself running in the same circles as I had when I had decided to walk away from my practice and realizing that has led me back to this blog.

Two days prior to the accident I had brought offerings to a protection spirit who I had called upon as a shield back when my practice and life were both crumbling. Recently, in hindsight, I was able to see footprints of this spirit and felt he was due an official thank-you for much that has occurred since then. I hoped to thank him for his previous unseen assistance. I wanted to hopefully build a working relationship with one another moving forward if he was open to it. I had been thinking up different offering ideas but not really feeling pulled to any one thing or another. I figured I’d push it out of mind until something felt right.

With it being winter I decided to try my hand at making stew that day. I’d let it cook in the crock-pot all day so the house would get all delicious smelling and cozy. Within a few hours the impression that he wanted stew was constant and impossible to ignore. So the next day when I had the house to myself and could do so unnoticed by the mundane I reheated it in the crock pot, built him an altar with fresh candles and his charged sigil, brought him a bloodstone in a silk bag as a symbol of his protection and brought him a big bowl of hot stew with a few slices of fresh bread. I laid this out, called to him and spoke a short but heartfelt message of thanks and of my intent to him then invited him to enjoy the offerings.

As human nature would have it, following the accident I was angry. “Some protection” I mumbled and kept thinking about how I was going to give him an earful once I was back home. As despite having insurance I could still be stuck in a bad situation.

I knew it! I thought. This system is at odds with my beliefs, these spirits won’t ever protect me and I was stupid to think they would.

I started convincing myself that those footprints I had thanked him for were just me connecting dots that weren’t necessarily connected. Wishful thinking I told myself, You should know better than to believe anyone has your back.

Then as the night went on and I was better able to grasp what had just happened I stopped and took stock of the fact that physically, aside from some major soreness, I was fine. When the truck was barreling toward me in the rear view mirror I just knew my face was going to be smashed through my own windshield, yet it wasn’t, I was fine. Not a scratch, not a broken bone, not a drop of blood on me. And suddenly it occurred to me, this could have been, and looked like it was going to be, a hell of a lot worse.

But this brings me to a strange place as a practitioner. The only context I have for these thoughts is my Evangelical (Pentecostal) Christian upbringing, where every bad event is explained away as “God” working in mysterious ways (or demonic influence) and every time things work out “God” is thanked as having helped. This is not a context I am comfortable with or willing to work within for obvious reasons. Aside from the fact that I don’t share their “God”, it seems like an intellectually dishonest position to hold.

Despite working with entirely different gods in an entirely different manner, I came to think, am I not doing the exact same thing? When calling upon spirits for aid with specific issues or short-term projects it’s pretty easy to gauge their influence, if any. But with more broad concerns like protection, health, etc., how on earth can we ever know where to draw the line? How can we possibly quantify or measure their influence?  I assume most mature adults understand that no one can be protected at all times. It seems more logical to assume all is chance a la Chaos Magick, but if we’re engaging with spirits, wouldn’t this view disregard any work they actually are doing on our behalf?

Since this blog originally started as a place for discussions, to brainstorm, and just to talk with others who might function within similar worldviews I feel like this is a good topic to come back with. As most of you who will see this are practitioners yourselves, how do you walk that line? How do you avoid blaming spirits or magick for bad luck? How do you avoid giving them undo credit for good luck? Where and how do you find that balance?

Dogmatic Attention Seekers

There is something that has been on my mind for quite a while and though I very much hold a live and let live philosophy, I don’t think I can bite my tongue any longer. I feel that in the Left Hand Path’s attempt to be “mainstream” as we see with modern Luciferian movements, a huge amount of the darkness and individuality which is the very lifeblood of the LHP is getting lost.

There is a very active attempt to water down the philosophies for public consumption. No different from how LaVey made a mockery of Satanism in the sixties. Now I’ll admit that as an occultist, the man had brilliant insights, but nevertheless he turned Satanism into a trashy, pretentious, joke of a philosophy. There is no doubt that being a laughing stock is better than being persecuted, and maybe that was the point of it all. But isn’t it about time we stop acting like those are the only two options? The only purpose such groups serve, from my perspective, is as an easy deflection to discredit my beliefs if I somehow get cornered into explaining them against my will. “Oh it’s all just smart ass anti-christian satire, nothing serious”, then I shrug it off and change the subject. They give me a facade to hide behind, but nothing more.

Now that Luciferianism is trying to break mainstream as well, I can’t help but see history repeating itself. Now, I want to state, this is not an attempt at mud slinging and so I will not name the organizations I am referring to. People are capable of seeking the information out on their own if they are so inclined. But, I have seen Luciferianism defined as a strictly atheist philosophy, same as Satanism was. On Luciferian and Satanic forums I have been attacked and mocked for holding theistic beliefs. I have been told I am not a “real” Luciferian because I worship Lucifer. I have seen pieces of propaganda officially published by Luciferian organizations stating that people only hold to theistic beliefs because they are too fearful to face reality, and that it is a Luciferian’s duty to help these cowardly theists “evolve” for the sake of humanity. When I publicly, and politely, confronted one of the heads of this organization about their redefining and apparent propaganda, I was accused of wanting to convert people to the “dark arts”. 

What is the purpose of castrating the spiritual elements of these philosophies? Why adhere to a LHP title, and then change it’s very meaning? And this is not to say that one can’t be atheist and Luciferian, of course they can. Anything LHP is individualistic by it’s very nature, and if someone finds that the archetype of Lucifer inspires them to be a better individual even without any belief in a spiritual element then good for them. The issue arises when one of these groups says something like “a Satanist does not worship Satan” or, “a Luciferian does not worship Lucifer”.


Some do, and some don’t. Defining either Satanism or Luciferianism as philosophies that must be atheistic is anti-individualistic, dogmatic, and an outright lie. Is it really so hard for so called “light-bearers” to speak the truth?  I see a bunch of adults clinging to a “scary” title for pure shock value and it’s no wonder we are all such a laughing stock to the mainstream. The LHP is becoming a parody of itself. These new organizations and “churches” want the title of Luciferian, and Satanist because it’s attention grabbing, it makes the headlines, it’s controversial, but the moment they have people’s attention they cower and say “No! We aren’t like THOSE people!” It’s a disgusting publicity stunt to gain membership dues, and it’s disrespectful to the rest of the occult.

Beyond this, a colleague of mine was telling me just recently that on a Luciferian forum he frequents, a woman made a post regarding cursing her rapist. The responses she received were saying that one should not practice dark magic, that she’d be best just forgiving the person and moving on with her life. Many others simply told her that there was no such thing as magick and that she was wasting her time. No one on the entire forum supported her or offered any useful information. Everyone who responded attempted to dissuade her.

Let that sink in for a moment.

An alleged victim of a violent crime came to a self proclaimed LHP forum, looking for LHP information, and was instead told to turn the other cheek. Whether you believe magick and curses work or not is beside the point. If someone is a practitioner and wants to practice dark magick, who on earth is anyone else to tell them they should not do so? If someone has been victimized and is looking for ways to bring about justice, who is anyone else to tell them to simply accept their victim hood instead?

I say fuck that! If someone assaults me and my only method of recourse is magick, you bet your ass I’m going to use it. If one can’t curse their rapist, then exactly who could one curse? When is dark magick socially acceptable to these castrated and Christianized LHP organizations? What is the purpose of dark magick at all, if not for in such horrendous situations?

There is such a push to be respected in the mainstream. I understand that desire, I truly do. But not at the expense of alienating actual practitioners or redefining words to better fit an agenda.  I find myself growing increasingly disgusted with the state of the modern occult. Over and over these philosophies are neutered and dressed up in cheap goth garb before being paraded around in the public eye. There will be no respect because there is nothing to respect. It’s a fucking joke.


Alchemy, Memory, and Archetypes


When we read literature or poetry especially, where the use of symbolism is blatantly on display, we conjure images in our minds; our own individual illustration of the words we are absorbing. I think this is what the Art of writing is about, as opposed to the act of writing, and its more literal purpose. The Art of writing is utilizing and weaving together words which are capable of conjuring images in others. Conjuration of these images occurs the  moment the words hit the human mind. Same as it does in the Art of storytelling.

Just like in the tarot, the Art is the card of Alchemy.


And I personally think that magickally speaking, this is also the moment in which our Archetypes are born.

Of course the Archetypes then evolve and in a sense, take on a life of their own from this point of conjuration. This moment is only the beginning of a process of evolution, which can be illustrated in humanity’s art. Whether it be longstanding artistic pursuits like music, literature, or painting, or more modern, and technologically advanced pursuits such as videos, or graphic design, the always present influence of myth, symbols, and our Archetypes cannot be denied.

I’m coming to the realization that spiritually “connecting the dots” is a bit like playing a constant game of Memory in the back of my mind.


In case anyone is unfamiliar with what I’m referring to; it’s a simple card game, one I happened to play with my grandparents as a kid. A deck of playing cards, often designed with child-friendly pictures of  animals, symbols, or fairy tale characters was laid face down on the table. Each person playing would then flip two cards over on their turn. The goal being to choose a matching pair. If they did not match, they were replaced face down again and your turn was over. The person who held the most pairs when there were no more cards to choose from was considered the winner. I’m sure there are variations, but that’s the one I happened to learn.

So then, what I mean when I say that this path becomes like the game Memory, is that often when I get these spiritual “aha!” moments that confirm theories or connect dots I already have floating around in my mind, I seem to get a flash of whatever mental image connects them, just like the location of the matching playing card would spring to mind in the game.  I do not know if this is something everyone experiences, but I have a feeling others likely know what I’m referring to.

For example, when I thought of this,  of the moment when our mind first creates these images and archetypes, the picture of the Baphomet initially came to mind. baphomet


Following this was the phrase Solve et Coagula which is of course engraved on Baphomet’s arms. This phrase then called forth the image of the Art card above, and the concept of Alchemy which is a science I initially discovered when researching what the phrase meant. This brought my thoughts full circle. The myths, or  the “above”, combine with us, the “below”, and are transmuted into our own individual Archetypes. This is the conjuration which brings the images to mind in the first place.

Artistic endeavors are in turn where humanity fleshes out the myths, and by thus doing so, we have been placing the influence of the myths and also the influence of the Archetypes, into the material world.  Again combining the Above and the Below, by literally taking an intangible spark of mythical illumination and placing it into the tangible clay of matter. Once it is in matter, once it is capable of existing outside ourselves, it then holds its own influence, in accord with each individual mind which perceives it.

The myths seem to spark the images and Archetypes which are born in our minds, and we then make them tangible through creation and the Art of alchemy. It seems also that this connection echos in the ever evolving creation of our spiritual paths through those “aha!” moments which resonate.


Devil Worshiper

Very few phrases can cause such a visceral reaction in people. Even today, in 2015, where the world in general is quite secular. Atheism, at least in the west is viewed by many as the philosophy of logical people. Theism is a dying perspective, primarily due to the utter failing of the mainstream religions to be of much use whatsoever. But even so, the accusation of being a devil worshiper is still the first thing people distance themselves from.

When someone comes out of the “broom closet” and announces themselves as a Wiccan, Pagan, or any other fringe religious group, what do they almost always follow that statement up with? “But…I DO NOT WORSHIP THE DEVIL!”

I find myself laughing along in agreement with Keith Nicholson’s sentiment in “Above Below Within: Planetary Magick and the Greek Gods” (pg.35);

Neo-pagans will fight their way to the head of the trough for any possible information that removes validity to Christianity. Such examples might be: Jesus was a pagan construct; Horus was a predecessor; and so forth. However, when their own gods are examined, they cry in unison, “Foul!” More importantly, they’ll proclaim defiantly that Satan (and the devil) does not exist in their pantheons of gods. However, they’ll call on any other god-form they desire, even if not in their own pantheon, except of course, Satan or the devil. Hypocrisy!

Fundamentalist churches often preach that atheists are actually devil worshipers, which of course is utterly idiotic and laughable. But they preach it regularly. It is stated as a matter of fact. I know this because I was raised in a very fundamentalist minded Pentacostal church and I heard it frequently. They still hold to the monotheistic ideas so strongly that anything not in agreement with their god is of the Devil. Period. And this, of course is said to discredit atheists and to try and paint them as incapable. “Well, Jane Doe can’t know what she’s talking about, and she certainly can’t be trusted. We can’t vote her into office, she’s an atheist, clearly she’s being influenced by Satan.” You might think I’m joking, but sadly I’m not.

In a youth group I was made to attend as a teen, there were a few times where the leaders would “lay hands” on an atheist minded kid, and they would pray to cast out the devils and demons who they thought were causing the person’s doubt and skepticism. It was less dramatic, but very similar to the more intense versions of this practice which they do to those who might be plagued with addiction, depression, or illness, on those silly Televangelist shows. (To give this church some credit, they saved all that stuff for the adult services at least.) There were actually deacons who were designated to stand around with sheets, ready to rush over and cover women who might have a “wardrobe malfunction” when they would collapse, or “fall out” in the “holy-spirit” while having demons cast out of them in their Sunday dresses.

This is how I came to originally align myself with Satanism. It was my breaking away from the Christian perspective in the only way I knew how at the time. So at thirteen, while following Faust’s lead, I wrote up a pact, lit a candle, drew a bit of blood, and called on the Devil. It was not scholarly or well informed. It was honestly that simple.  And to this day, as someone who has now studied, at least to some degree, most of the worlds various religions, spiritualities, and magickal practices,  I will still stand here and say;

I worship the Devil, and I stand in league with Satan. 


The funny thing is, this statement is controversial even among the majority of Satanists and Left Hand Path practitioners as well. Which, I can understand to a point. The archetype of Satan is the one who does not bow. And Satanism in general is a philosophy that respects free will, self determination, and strength. So to many “worship” appears as an anti-thesis of these ideas.

I disagree.

At the risk of sounding like a grade-schooler, I think this is a term that the definition is worth taking another look at. So according to Webster there is a simple definition as well as a full definition;

Simple Definition of worship

  • the act of showing respect and love for a god especially by praying with other people who believe in the same god : the act of worshipping God or a god

  • : excessive admiration for someone

Full Definition of worship

  1. chiefly British :  a person of importance —used as a title for various officials (as magistrates and some mayors)

  2.   reverence offered a divine being or supernatural power; also :  an act of expressing such reverence

It seems clear to me that the simple definition is nothing more than the connotations conjured up by this word. Excessive admiration is not a smart move, ever. To place anyone, human or divine, on a pedestal is dangerous, and often a mistake. That is not what I mean when I say worship.

I hold to the full definition above. I see the Deity I worship as a being of importance. I see Him as both a natural and divine being, as well as a supernatural power (or essence). I express my reverence and veneration to this Deity through my rituals, and by having the utmost respect for Him, until/unless such respect is no longer warranted or deserved. As of today that has not occurred. In fact what began as respect has turned more into a profound awe. But even still, I do not bow, I do not grovel, and I do not beg. Such acts would be disrespectful to everything Satan or Satanism represents. I fully expect that if I went to my altar, got on my knees, and pleaded tearfully for favors that I’d get a well deserved anti-cosmic kick in the ass, and told to get some damn respect for myself before wasting His time again.

My worship is an alignment with Him, a working with the Deity, not standing below Him. I seek enlightenment. I seek strength. I seek self-evolution,  and I seek empowerment. So who better to respect as a teacher? Who better to apprentice with? Who better to turn to as my guide while navigating the abyss? He is like the Virgil to my Dante, and I will not deny that I do indeed worship the Devil.

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Satan sits on his throne at the centre of a witches’ sabbath Credit: Welcome Library, London.

A Mythicist and a Theist

The term “mythicist” was a new one for me. I came across it a few weeks ago while listening to an episode of Aeon Byte Gnostic Radio on YouTube (though, for the life of me, I can’t remember which episode exactly). The term apparently applies to the Christ Myth Theory, which holds that there is no proof of a historical Jesus, and even if there were by chance a historical Jesus, he would have little to do with the archetype he became, and even less so with the church that spawned. It is often now extended and used as a term for those who view all supernatural aspects of the worlds various religions as pure mythology.

I feel that I should be acquainted with the Judeo-Christian stories out of necessity so this is the exact approach I take when looking into them. And even to take it that one step further; I also think it is a healthy approach to take when looking into any mythology or belief system. When we start off by seeing these archetypes as flesh and blood we run the risk of becoming almost dogmatic in our perceptions of them. Or, even worse, we run the risk of projecting our own human baggage onto them. When first delving into a new mythology I find that viewing things with the widest lens possible tends to help me avoid putting these Archetypes into boxes which often limit their potential, at least magickally speaking.

But at the same time, I am a theistic practitioner. This puts me in a different boat than most mythicists because I do not believe that the supernatural (or maybe more appropriately supra-natural) is impossible. I hold the opinion that the essence we know as Satan or Lucifer (or any of the endless names that have been used) is very real and can be tangible in various ways through practice.

I see no issue with holding both views at once because I do not believe any single culture, text, or belief system holds the “truth” (if such a thing even exists). The Deity I venerate is, in my opinion, something vast, chaotic, and primordial, which could not possibly be known in It’s entirety by any one person, coven, or church. Similar to how no single person in my life sees all aspects of me. Who I appear to be to my mother is not the same person I appear to be to my significant other. Who I appear to be to my significant other is not who I appear to be to my coworkers, etc. And if for some reason you wanted to understand me by asking these individuals to define me, you would get very different descriptions of who I am as a person. All of these descriptions would show aspects of me, but none of them would properly define me as a whole. This, I think is what happens when we try and understand our Deities and Archetypes by taking the literal word of the myths. Each myth is just a snapshot frozen in a specific time and culture, and is then further eroded by translation, politics, and unfortunately even literal erosion.

I was told  a short while back that “God is man writ large, and man is God writ small”. (The capital G here is denoting the concept of Deity, rather than a specific god.) If this holds true, and I am of the opinion that it may, then I’d say the myths and their subsequent religions can define Deities only as well as a coworker or an ex might be able to define you or I. So I think the myths themselves actually hold very little weight. But, they can certainly form a foundation for our understanding, especially when viewed comparatively.

156 – Babalon and the Beast


I’m not a poet by any means, but sometimes I find it easiest to get my thoughts and theories out onto paper in a poetic format, free formed and all. (Edited: 8.24.17)



Daughter of Fortitude

And bride of Chaos

You are indeed a living flame

The blackened embers

Ever burning in His eyes


Lawless blood is the pulse of His machine

This war engine which was promised

Now reaches forth in all directions

As a spiders web

In clear echo of She

Who inspires Him


As Inanna on Her ascent

She comes forth

And Hell comes with Her

We are many tribes under one banner:


And we are Legion


John’s revelation

Was not of the worlds end,

But of our return

We are the wild hunting party of the dead

The many-headed Hydra

Born of shining blood

As it was declared:

Your time is NOW!

Our time is NOW!


As Man and Lady

As Whore and Devil

As God and Goddess

You both preside over this frenzied Sabbath

Of witches and warriors

Of all who spat in the face of the tyrannical archon

And his poisonous church


As Esther have I been

Heeding the secret words of Marduk

To wrap the noose of my King

Around the traitorous neck of Haman

And so as Salome you dance

Those mysterious seven veils

To harvest the head of the Baptist

With Qalmana’s holy sickle


This is indeed a new Aeon

And we,

The Crowned and Conquering children

Are lighting the path as Lucifer’s

With the flames of wicker men burning

Parallels between Azazel and Cain


Sigil of Azazel

Though I have never previously worked with him, Azazel has been on my mind lately. I’ve even begun to invite him into my practice a little here and there so I have been going back through the textual sources of him to try and gain a better understanding. He is broad and varied, and could take up multiple posts to really analyze, but one thing that stuck out to me is a parallel I see between Azazel in the Day of Atonement ritual of Judaism, outlined in Leviticus 16, and Cain’s tale in Genesis 4.

To quickly paraphrase Leviticus, there are two goats brought forth. Lots are cast so that one goat is for “god” (YHWH/Jehova) and the other is for Azazel. The goat for YHWH is killed as a sacrifice, whereas the goat for Azazel survives. The priest places all the blame of the communities’ sins onto it, making it a literal scapegoat, then it is lead into the wilderness and released.

Azazel – Dictionnaire Infernal (Paris,1825).

This calls to mind Cain, who was marked and cast off to wander the wilderness east of Eden. In this tale, Abel is beloved of the Hebrew god, he is the favored son as it were, and he is slain by his brother. When this transgression is discovered, YHWH does not kill Cain, but rather marks him so that none shall kill him, and then sends Cain away bearing his sin. It is almost as if Abel is filling the shoes of the goat for YHWH and Cain is filling the shoes (hooves?) of the goat for Azazel.

Cain and Abel – Tintoretto

I don’t see any direct connections between these two characters though. Cain and Abel are hardly the first tale of feuding brothers, and purely a mythical story, whereas the Day of Atonement is still a literal holiday in modern Judaism. From a Left Hand Path perspective, the archetypes of Cain and Azazel embody similar traits however.

In Islamic mythology Azazel (Iblis) is a djinn. He is first born of smokeless fire, and is the one called Shaytan/Shaitan/Satan; the one who refused gods command to bow to Adam. Whether he is a scapegoat or djinn, Azazel seems to have no problem standing his ground in contrast with god. And it’s this trait which I also see echoed in Cain’s tale. When confronted by god regarding Abel’s disappearance he spits back “Am I my brother’s keeper?”

Both Azazel and Cain seem to represent strength, independence, and opposition to the ways of the Judeo “god” and so I’m finding both to be potent archetypes of the very essence of Satanism.