[The following is from a post made by the Reddit user Purple_Tatters, author of Behold Set: Prince of Darkness, who has since deleted his Reddit account. I was struck by this piece when I read it a few months ago, and wanted to share it here.]

Satan is the abyss of dream, untamed wishes of the subconscious crashing as waves against the walls of reality. Plunging into the infinite pit of mind, the Infernal flame of desire.

Satan is the seed of all power, all wills that remain unbent. Strive ever more, settle for naught but to recover strength. Stoke the black flame to cause fires in the skies and ascend.

Satan is the wear of river on rock, behold the earth tear before him and give way. Eternally flowing spring of life, primed to consume the hardened stone.

Satan is the recognition of true values, the consistency and belief in one’s true morals. The word of the Self is the word of a God.

Satan is the thorn on the rose, bloodied hands striving to find pristine beauty against the pain. Comfort is irrelevant, meaningless in the face of reality.

Satan is the serpent of Gnosis, the hero in the garden, the voice of true goodness. Speak unto us truth, great Serpent, whisper the ancient words from your eternal place in heaven.

Satan is the vibration of music, the bass shaking the innards from their place, drums pulsing in the ears, flutes and violins crying for olden myths. Around an eldritch fire he reads along from the lost poems, tapping his foot with the rhythm.

Satan is the warmth of fire in winter, the body, shivering and abandoned, embraced in flame. Wandering through a snow covered forest at the turn of the year, he brings you to deep forgotten caverns.

Satan is the quest for true wisdom, the hermit embracing their isolation in the midst of sheep. Be not driven by a lack of struggle, do not revel in the acceptance of stasis.

Satan is the awe of the child, the laughter of discovery, the esotericism in the mundane.

Satan is the hero of consciousness, fighting back the destruction of chaos, forcing the slavery of order to give way. Each has this power, like the burning center of a distant star.

Satan is the blinding brilliance of autonomy, the sharpened double blade which may wound opponent and wielder in equal measure. The greatest achievements and horrors to come stem from the same minds.

Satan is the inspiration of the artist, the Muse of the Romantics, the promptor of the author. Create new works and visit upon the the old, revel in their eternal glory.

Satan is the lust of deep passion, the tingling of newborn desire, the first brush of fingertips. If we are to be slaved in matter then enjoy the needs of flesh.

Satan is the goat leaping in joy. If God intends to enjoy our suffering, the ultimate blasphemy is enjoyment. Be rapturous, eat of fine foods and consume your favorite drinks.

Satan is the shield against tyranny, opposition of the cosmic dictator. Lo, were we as God wished we should be no more than debased slaves scrounging for scraps of love.

Satan is the violent thunder of the storm, the tempest gathering on the horizon, lightning splitting the darkened sky. The unprepared may be swept away yet all kin are washed clean.

Satan is the fascination with the unknown, the mind reaching out to comprehend infinity. Each failure to understand is a gift, a continuance of the greatest quest.

Satan is the euphoric howling of ancient rites, devotees flinging themselves around blazing bonfires in orgiastic delight. The wood cracks and crumbles in offering to lost gods.

Satan is the blasphemy of the heretic, the iconoclasm of the decadent, the thoughts which are impure. Know man that no matter what mask you must bear, the destruction of light is written on your soul.

Satan is the unending night sky, Draco chasing his tail in eternal delight, the womb of all existence. Facing north you feel your feet leaving the ground, a slight pull there since childhood, he takes your hand.