Not that you would know (nor could I fathom where you could find out), Holiness literally (as in “word for word”) translates from ancient greek to english as “Not Of This World.” Therefore “unholy” would mean “of this world,” which is a terribly impermanent place, as you in your aging self may Hopefully find before its too late for you.
hell is not on earth though, but it does begin here. the worst pain possible, the worst pain of hell, is shame; specifically shame over knowing you have lost God and won’t see Him again. At your Particular Judgement you will see everything to do with your life with clarity far greater than my own of yours now; meaning you will pity yourself infinitely worse than even I am capable of pitying you right here.
Ho hum.
But now for the Substance, of which your post completely, totally lacks! Truth Is Reality, Eternal, Indefectible, Immutable, Indestructible, And most of all Universal. Of what I can say on this forum about what you have said here, you have only admitted that you desire people to not listen to you. you don’t know this, for the same reason you are incomprensibly evil but have no idea what evil is.
the devil, whom you serve, is a dead, damned, created, contingent being; authorityless, powerless. you were lied to. a spirit supremacist that killed himself because he refused to admit he wasn’t what he thought he was. nothing to give you and has no awareness. nothing to offer you, no power for himself let alone to give you whom he hates and wants nothing more than for you to be dead and damned like he is.
demons know what they are doing is wrong, but since they are dead (and therefore their will is Permanently set) they are perpetually stuck in their last moments. you are therefore not only worshiping here a corpse of the weakest and most pathetic being to ever live, but really just a recording of one on repeat; one that hates you more than you could possibly understand.
I don’t know what to say to that which would not get me banned here.
That said, worship of evil is due to fear of evil; especially when it comes from a youthful ignorance that confused itself for innocence. As Chesterton said, there is a symbiotic relationship between “abnormal innocence” and abnormal sin.
as for what your coven does: all the unspeakable evil you do with children, satanic rituals, murder, and all the rest. there is not one thing you do that wouldn’t make a sane man break down your doors to fix the problem if he found out about it.
A living thing can go against the stream, a dead thing cannot do anything at all; for the same reason only a waking man can know anything about sleep.
Venerable Fulton Sheen:
“The nature of certain things is fixed, and none more so than the nature of truth. Truth may be contradicted a thousand times, but that only proves that it is strong enough to survive a thousand assaults. But for any one to say, “Some say this, some say that, therefore, there is no truth,” is about as logical as it would have been for Columbus who heard some say, “The earth is round”, and others say “The earth is flat” to conclude: “Therefore, there is no earth at all.”
It is this kind of thinking that cannot distinguish between a sheep and his second coat of wool, between Napoleon and his three-cornered hat, between the substance and the accident, the kind that has begotten minds so flattened with broadness that they have lost all their depth. Like a carpenter who might throw away his rule and use each beam as a measuring-rod, so, too, those who have thrown away the standard of objective truth have nothing left with which to measure but the mental fashion of the moment."
"The modern man is no longer a unity, but a confused bundle of complexes and nerves. He is so dissociated, so alienated from himself that he sees himself less as a personality than as a battlefield where a civil war rages between a thousand and one conflicting loyalties. There is no single overall purpose in his life. His soul is comparable to a menagerie in which a number of beasts, each seeking its own prey, turn one upon the other. Or he may be likened to a radio, that is tuned in to several stations; instead of getting any one clearly, it receives only an annoying static.
If the frustrated soul is educated, it has a smattering of uncorrected bits of information with no unifying philosophy. Then the frustrated soul may say to itself: “I sometimes think there are two of me a living soul and a Ph. D.” Such a man projects his own mental confusion to the outside world and concludes that, since he knows no truth, nobody can know it. His own skepticism (which he universalizes into a philosophy of life) throws him back more and more upon those powers lurking in the dark, dank caverns of his unconsciousness. He changes his philosophy as he changes his clothes. On Monday, he lays down the tracks of materialism; on Tuesday, he reads a best seller, pulls up the old tracks, and lays the new tracks of an idealist; on Wednesday, his new roadway is Communistic; on Thursday, the new rails of Liberalism are laid; on Friday, he-hears a broadcast and decides to travel on Freudian tracks: on Saturday, he takes a long drink to forget his railroading and, on Sunday, ponders why people are so foolish as to go to Church. Each day he has a new idol, each week a new mood. His authority is public opinion: when that shifts, his frustrated soul shifts with it."