My name is Pedophilia and I am Legion

Art from 'Daddy's Girl' by Debbie Drexler ~ Gratitude

 I am a demon

 

I am the demon humanity fears the most, as it knows itself in me captured and taken hostage. Humanities darkest dreams feed me, and  I am the most common, the most unthinkable, the most denied - I abuse the children. My demonic nature is in the deceit of every politician, in every treacherous deed of any double agent. Come, look for my spirit. You find me in the policemen, the bureaucrat, the doctor, the nurse, the politician, the teacher.  I am the good citizen, subject and neighbor. The best friend at your side, the man who self-sacrifices, who dedicates himself. The man you entrust your children to with your life. Thank you for rewarding my efforts. I am in every perverted crime, every injustice and every lie that flourishes in the name of pleasure and power.  But at that stage you can see me for what I really am and you would have worked me out. And by then we can make a safe bet that it is already too late. Thank you for your trust, idiot.

How do I do it?

First I manage to attach myself to you so my deceit can flourish in you, and I make thsi happen through you gullible trust. I use your mind against you. What you want to see I let you see. I hide best for you in the very disguise you want me to be in.

You want me to be kind, a kind lover, a careful listener? I will be. And I will write down your secrets and hold them safe for later use against you. You want me to be caring? I will be. I will bring your granny to her care home forth and back and will hold her hand when she is dying. And later on I will make sure everybody knows how you abandoned her when she needed you most. I am what you want me to be, all that you can’t be, all that you really need and I will be much more. You can be really weak with me my darling, because the weaker you are the stronger I get. Because I am what I am, I will deceive you in every minute you know me, I will rape your very core, I will manipulate you and disembowel you while you go on trusting me. You damn pretty fool. You don’t even feel how I rape you, as your are under anesthetic  with your day dreams, everyday petty troubles and confusions and I will keep you right there, in your confusions and day dreams.

You know, women like you want to be fooled, you want to be hurt, you want to be blind, there are so many things in you you do not know but I know everything about you. I am your dark shadow, the man that lurks in the night, I am the nightmare. I am demon. And I am Legion.

Come, look for my spirit. You find me in the policemen, the bureaucrat, the doctor, the nurse, the politician, the judge. They all protect me. They are all me. Wave your banners, do your sit ins, scream for justice. I am demon, and I know your efforts are futile. I am the crocodile's tear, I am the villain who gave birth to all villains, I am in all your evils and insecurities, all your pettiness and fears. I know you better than you do, I steal your mind and what may be left of your innocence, and I do all this to steal your children. Ah, the children.The smell of those...

All demons are terrible in their own right, as terrible as humanity can imagine murder, violence, war, injury and illness, but in smooth and discreet me they know they are meeting the worst. In the past they called me shapeshifter, in Africa they still do. I am the mind that takes memory away, I am the hand that takes your flesh’s innocence, I steal your children and I steal you. I am the spirit of pedophilia and I am legion. I am the seed of all that is evil and I am the king in my empire that is hell. 

Why do I do it? Because I can. Why I create a child to have for my own? Why I abuse my own child? How can you even ask? Isn’t it the most legal way to go about it? Are we not all governed by the same material systems and laws? I got her through you and why not, you stupid creature? You gave yourself to me like a willing sheep. Ah, how you delighted me, you gave everything to me, believing in this petty romantic idea of love. Pity for you? Oh, I do have nothing but pity for you. Pity is all you have left woman. Oh you were such a miracle. So intelligent, as only women can be, and yet so stupid, as only women can be - a typical product of your culture. What a woman you were. Pretty. Willing. Fertile. Ready. Perfect. The perfect sleeping accomplice for my plan. May God, if he does exist, bless your kind heart.

What I did not quite expect is your inner resistance and struggle. Something in you did know what happened. That part in you I had to control with methods I had to invent every day anew. But that mistrust kept flickering in you dimly like a weak little light. I told you it’s your psychological issues. You accepted that, what else could you do. The methods of my persuasion and oppression I have learned and refined over many years, you had no chance my dear. Before you were pregnant and while you were pregnant I had to be  careful, cause I had to stick close, although you bored the hell out of me. But I also had to give you fear and confusion  and  much self-doubt and when possible loads of self-hatred so you would cling to me and continue your multitude of sins against yourself.  I had to control any kind of light in you, so I can control you entirely, so I could eventually control her entirely. It is that simple. By that time you had woken up it was too late my puppet. Too late.  By the time you woke up she was 2, and she was from thereon to become legally totally mine - me as her sole carer - and you became a legally certified nutcase and were publicly labeled a malicious liar. Sealed by a hateful Psychiatrist and all. Ah, what fun we had. Your sad little fight made my total victory over you just so much more enjoyable. 

You know what I enjoyed the most? How you tried to persuade people that you are saying the truth, but every time you said the truth it was a further nail in your coffin. Oh, how I laughed about the social workers turning up at my house and comforting me, that the mother of my beloved daughter is such an evil woman, so sick. “Me, sexually abusing my own child? It is unthinkable, I mean, can you imagine? Look at that woman, the lies she says, does she have proof, no, no proof at all, she never had. My daughter told her? Lies lies and nothing but lies. How old is my daughter? 2? She can hardly talk, come on...” Oh, and how I laughed, how they all protected me, the judge, the called in experts, the social workers, the police, the whole lot. Despite multiple evidence, they believed what I made them to believe, like they all wanted her to be screwed by me. And indeed, that is what I made to want. Because I am a perfect reflection of their own abusive and abused shadows. 

Oh it was all easy, I myself was stunned how easy it was, how gullible these people are, and those who weren’t entirely convinced, I convinced them. I made them agree through their fears and dependencies and self-interests, their pride, their stupidly inflated minds and shriveled dried out hearts. Oh it was such a pleasure. My victory over you was a total one. And you were so extra-ordinarily stupid on top of all the stupidity you already had committed against yourself and her to aid me. Believing the system would protect you and your sweet child? Don’t you know that the system is me? And that my demonic spirit is legion?

To be continued..