“The Tortured-Ecstasy of the contorted face, the writhing of the hag body that ground down it’s beast. The storm of lust and pain and madness. It was Night’s Hollow wretching at her captive Dragon, whose blood was seed of the blind and furious stars. She was like Hecate in a death-dance, Satan-possessed, convulsive, pumping my life, body and soul, as ‘twere a Python in his agony. She certainly gave me what I’ve been losing. Youth’s intensity…….that sacrament of Satan that may be consummated only beneath night’s dome, in utmost silence, because it’s elements are not symbols of things, but They themselves.” - Aleister Crowley, “The Magical Record of the Beast 666”