9.91 ANATHEMA

In the profane whispers of Outside are the mysteries of Anathema brought 
to Creation. Issued with calamitous howls from a thousand mouths as the
abberations remake themselves in malign image, the skill that defines the
Unnamable is a thing of madness and ruin entwined.
 
In a quest for twisted perfection does the Unnamable strive, ever forward 
with regard for neither the self nor the world they seek to defile. Melding
karma and self imposed desolation to birth something new, the chaotic 
warriors of Ashtan revel in their dire work.

For the Unnamable is a thing of nightmare, and where it walks so too does 
terror follow.