Question #1025: So who or what visited me

[AskSatanOperator]

Ok so for context I am VERY new to all of this and having to hide any trace so finding awnsers has been tricky.
Last week around midnight I my room went completely pitch black, deeper than it should ever be as I have no blinds over my windows and just use moonlight to see. I felt a overwhelming scenes of comfort wash over me. Like I was a newborn child bening held by a loving parent. I don't think I can emphasize how safe this presence felt. It aslo felt MASSIVE like a giant holding me.

I had my eyes closed but could still hear everything around me. I could see someone who I use to be close to but who had really getting onto my bad side for years now,, chained down to the floor. Naked and crying for me to stop all of this. The void we where in was black and red, I could feel a deep pure raw hate I've never felt before rise in my chest looking at him. I had a knife in my hand, approached him, anger in pit of my chest while the rest of me was screaming for it to stop. I could of opened my eyes and not gone through with it. The entire time I felt in control. It felt like whatever was there with me was comforting me in way to where whatever I saw, I would be ok. So I kept watching and acting on it. He pleaded for me to spare him so much I can still hear it in my head. Instead I raise the knife and gutted him. (Trigger warning cause this next bit is GRAPHIC) I could feel the knife slip into his gut, nicking a rib above slightly as he screamed out in pain. Blood was coming out in a slow trickle. That burning anger of mine kept getting hotter tho. I had to re, postion myself to where I could use my body weight to pull the knife down. His blood pooling out and those screams fading into the background. I felt so horrible and yet RELIEVED!!! It was relaxing to see his guts spill out. That comfort grew until he was dead. I could feel the change around me. It was no longer holding me like a child, but rather holding me in the palm of its hand. My friend on the ground below. The entity had two red eyes and a human like body that was constantly shifting in mist. Like it couldn't be just one form. I could feel its pride for me, for what I just did. It wasn't terrifying tho, more like a proud father. It wasn't alone, somewhere in that void something else was there too. Something MUCH bigger than what was holding me, something much more ancient and angry. I couldn't see it, but I could feel its gaze on the thing that held me. Its shifting form coming close to having horns and goat legs but never fully solid.

Its deep voice offered for me to make a deal with it for whatever I wanted in life. Any desire I had, I knew the price. I regretted the offer and when I did whatever was watching us got PISSED! I could feel its prescience staring daggers into the comforting arms of my holder before I fully woke up.

I haven't had an experience like that scene but about a weed after I ended the toxic friendship with the guy who got murdered in my dream. So yeah what the hell was holding me that night? How was it so comforting? And can I make contact with that entity again? Sorry for the bad formatting, having to use my phone for this

 

[Lightning-Wings]

Ok so for context I am VERY new to all of this and having to hide any trace so finding awnsers has been tricky.
Last week around midnight I my room went completely pitch black, deeper than it should ever be as I have no blinds over my windows and just use moonlight to see. I felt a overwhelming scenes of comfort wash over me. Like I was a newborn child bening held by a loving parent. I don't think I can emphasize how safe this presence felt. It aslo felt MASSIVE like a giant holding me.

I had my eyes closed but could still hear everything around me. I could see someone who I use to be close to but who had really getting onto my bad side for years now,, chained down to the floor. Naked and crying for me to stop all of this. The void we where in was black and red, I could feel a deep pure raw hate I've never felt before rise in my chest looking at him. I had a knife in my hand, approached him, anger in pit of my chest while the rest of me was screaming for it to stop. I could of opened my eyes and not gone through with it. The entire time I felt in control. It felt like whatever was there with me was comforting me in way to where whatever I saw, I would be ok. So I kept watching and acting on it. He pleaded for me to spare him so much I can still hear it in my head. Instead I raise the knife and gutted him. (Trigger warning cause this next bit is GRAPHIC) I could feel the knife slip into his gut, nicking a rib above slightly as he screamed out in pain. Blood was coming out in a slow trickle. That burning anger of mine kept getting hotter tho. I had to re, postion myself to where I could use my body weight to pull the knife down. His blood pooling out and those screams fading into the background. I felt so horrible and yet RELIEVED!!! It was relaxing to see his guts spill out. That comfort grew until he was dead. I could feel the change around me. It was no longer holding me like a child, but rather holding me in the palm of its hand. My friend on the ground below. The entity had two red eyes and a human like body that was constantly shifting in mist. Like it couldn't be just one form. I could feel its pride for me, for what I just did. It wasn't terrifying tho, more like a proud father. It wasn't alone, somewhere in that void something else was there too. Something MUCH bigger than what was holding me, something much more ancient and angry. I couldn't see it, but I could feel its gaze on the thing that held me. Its shifting form coming close to having horns and goat legs but never fully solid.

Its deep voice offered for me to make a deal with it for whatever I wanted in life. Any desire I had, I knew the price. I regretted the offer and when I did whatever was watching us got PISSED! I could feel its prescience staring daggers into the comforting arms of my holder before I fully woke up.

I haven't had an experience like that scene but about a weed after I ended the toxic friendship with the guy who got murdered in my dream. So yeah what the hell was holding me that night? How was it so comforting? And can I make contact with that entity again? Sorry for the bad formatting, having to use my phone for this

I don't think the Gods would be "pleased" with you killing somebody or whatever or make you make a deal with them in exchange for whatever you desire. You have the power yourself to make things come to you, provided you have the right idea. Like money or love, for example.

I would do a deep cleaning, banishment ritual and make sure to double my AOP if I were you, for this does not seem all that Demon behavior, in my opinion.