You Broke the Fifth Rule? Then You’re No Friend of Mine.

There are few rules in Satanism—eleven, to be exact. That’s it. We’re not drowning in commandments or choking on holy law books. Just eleven simple lines to separate the self-aware from the selfish little goblins pretending to be enlightened.

And Rule #5? That one’s a goddamn line in the sand:

"Do not make sexual advances unless you are given the mating signal."

Not “unless you think they’re into it.”
Not “unless you’re drunk and feeling bold.”
Not “unless you’ve been friends for years and figured, what the hell.”
No.

Unless. You. Are. Given. The. Signal.

You break that rule, you’re not edgy—you’re pathetic. You’re not empowered—you’re a predator in a cheap mask. And don’t even try to wrap it in Satanic language like you’re some dark libertine testing taboos. You’re not pushing boundaries—you’re crossing them, trampling them, and shitting on the very philosophy you claim to represent.

Because Satanism isn’t about doing whatever the hell you want. It’s about knowing the difference between want and consent. It’s about strength and control—not weakness dressed up in entitlement.

Let me be real clear: If you’re in my circle and you break this rule, you’ve outed yourself. You’re not a Satanist. You’re not a friend. You’re a liability. A rotting anchor trying to drag others down with you. And I don’t tolerate that kind of filth in my space.

You wanna live like a beast? Fine. But a real beast knows the rules of the hunt. And the Fifth Rule is carved in stone:
No signal, no touch. No signal, no words. No signal—step the fuck off.

The Grotto isn’t your playground. And if you can't tell the difference between empowered sexuality and predatory bullshit, then consider this your final signal:

You’re not welcome here.

—Grumps