Succubus - The Game Of Take - Dezarae The Demon
Over the past 3 years of my life I have posted several poetic inserts about my real life Succubus story. But until now I have never posted the mortal details. For this is the Crime Scene Of Love. Volume 1. Of Infinite Volumes. The short version of the true story by film maker and artist Renato Caravaggio. During a vulnerable time in my life, I somehow fell in love with a Ragging Succubus Whore by the name of Dezarae. She was extremely vulgar in every way. She taunted me with the terrible stories from her past. Her intentions quickly turned malicious and cruel. On October 26th 2013 in Beverly Hills I thought I lost my cell phone, but she stole it. She then went through the numbers in my phone and called two of the worst friends a human being could ever have. Their names we’re Evan and Eric. She wanted to have sex with both of them but Eric was gay. A month later Evan invited me to his birthday party only to have Dezarae walk in after i had left. I can only imagine how they made fun of me. Laughing, lying, making jokes at my expense. Evan then took Dezarae back to his house. Did they have sex? What do you think? My relationship with Dezarae then progressed. On Christmas Eve, Dezarae slipped a sleeping pill into my drink. While I was passed out she brought a stranger into our room. She took photos with the stranger then sent the photo’s to Evan and Eric. Why would she do something so premeditated and evil? The answer is simple. Because they all three found each other. They we’re three of a kind. Maybe not on the outside. But on the inside their hearts we’re a perfect match. From the beginning they we’re manipulating one another through me in order to get what they wanted. My relationship with Dezarae continue’d. In Las Vegas in front of two of her girlfriends she drugged me. The night after that she did it again. This time I can remember one of her girlfriend’s waving and whispering goodbye as my eyes slowly closed. She then drugged me in public. I passed out for a few seconds then somehow awakened. That’s when i found Dezarae behind the book shelves talking to someone. But this was no stranger. This was a guy she knew. Somehow I was able to stay on my feet. And so she stayed by my side. Meanwhile the swirling deception of evil was in full swing. My ability to perform faded. I found myself losing to much lesser opponents. Subconsciously I blocked out the deceptive wickedness. No one told me anything. But my instincts, my instincts knew something was wrong. And it was my instincts that forced me to try. She said she loved me. She said she couldn’t wait to see me. The very next day we got in an argument. I then found her with some other guy. At first she pretended to hide. But that was all an act. For you see my “Good Friend” Eric told her I was coming. As I was about to leave she taunted me. She wanted me to get mad. When the police arrived she pretended as if she didn’t know who i was. After I showed the police her stream of text messages. Including the one from the other day when she said she loved me. They turned their attention to Dezarae. But in the end I was arrested. Spent the night in a holding cell. I needed a lawyer so i called my other “Good Friend” Evan. He set me up with the nicest person I have ever met. Why did he do this? Because he felt guilty for secretly being my enemy. I also think it was a fantastic diversion. For if he helps me why would I ever look in his direction. Still my love for Dezarae remained. All I had left was my instincts and creativity. By accident or by destiny I started creatively transforming my art photos. The process was slow yet soothing as I developed my very own unique three tear art formula. As I built my collection. Evan escalated his sexual activity with Dezarae. He wanted her to move into his house. But because he didn’t have a pool. She moved in with some else. As for Eric the evil homo. Turns out he had a serious obsession and or uncontrollable jealousy towards me. He was pretending whatever i was doing he was doing. Whatever i was good at he was better. He was pretending my art work was his. Eric realized the value of my vast intellectual properties. So he engineered several attempts to steel my laptop and hard drives. He also manipulated a very green tennis instructor in order to find out where I was staying. So, is that it? Is this the end of my true story? No. The third act remains untold. And the Hero - The Victim - The Good Guy - Renato Caravaggio aka The Celebrity Killer needs and will rise above the villains. “For sometimes when the world is lucky, guys like me, get to make real movies. Sometimes, when the world is lucky. And the world is about to get lucky.” So Say’s The Creator - Renato Caravaggio - Ultimate Cinema Verite Master. BELOW is the poetic version of the real life Succubus Story by Renato Caravaggio
Succubus - The Game Of Take - Volume 1. Of Infinite Volumes - Dezarae The Demon
Divinity brought us together. Her name was Dezarae The Demon aka The Desired One. She was divinely beautiful yet extremely vulgar in every way. Was I her next Wanting Victim or was I Worthy? Her green eyes took me for a long ride through the night and into the light. Cupid hesitated before shooting an arrow through her decaying heart. With the fury of a thousand ancient whore’s she wailed. She then seduced the unwarranted egos of all the green leafs around me. My ability to perform quickly faded. I found myself losing to much lesser opponents. Would i let Dezarae The Demon destroy me? And if so, would this prove my love for her is true? The Succubus Queen otherwise known as the Succubus Of The Light whispered softly through the night. “Rise… finish him.” Dezarae ignored the ominous command. The Queen’s whisper grew louder. “Rise Dezarae The Desired One, Finish Him”. One final moment of innocences swirled through our veins. Dezarae sharply looked into my eyes then vanished. Where was she? I couldn’t see anything. I couldn’t see myself. Was I floating? From a million light years away their was a Beaming Hypnotizing Glow. A slow tear drop drizzled from my eye. Was I ever to see her again? I paused for a moment, then like a fearless warrior i yelled, ‘KILL ME!! GO AHEAD!! DO IT!! KILL ME DEAD!! And so she did. Over and over it was all so dark the terrible things. Do I still love Dezarae The Demon aka The Desired One? NO, always and for infinity, for she is my Succubus and this is the ongoing true story of The Game Of Take. So say’s The Creator - Renato Caravaggio - Ultimate Cinema Verite Master.