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Written by: A'kha'd'mhal Stheno Aristata
Date: Wednesday, January 19th, 2022
Addressed to: Irimon, Keeper of the Spear
Keeper,
When you get your third eye, your kiss from Babel, you learn, once and for all, that the end is not inevitable.
So I am told by a member of your inner circle, whose sacrifice was great, and whose Mark confirms it. That this, among all your well-guarded secrets and mysterious prognostications, is kept closest to your chest makes sense. If the end is evitable, your complete surrender to it would be, somehow, even more meaningless. Meaning would then be something you manufacture for yourself, perhaps in as grand a paradox as, "It will happen, so nothing matters, and that matters most of all."
I understand why you might keep this from the brainwashed masses of Ashtani, whose brains now swell past their split skulls and fester in multitude from their distended bodies. I know the heady appeal of a secret, of esoterica exclusive to you and yours, of cyclical violence and celebrated apathy, of Divine praise, and of the mortal will made manifest, irreverent to Divinity's immortal predation on a Creation They mostly resent.
Even as the Lord of Oblivion breaks you, tames you, and reinserts Himself into the once cauterised socket of Dunn's eye, you choose Him freely. I understand too the illusion of choice.
My mortal hands can only do so much, but my mind yearns to comprehend. I will know for myself, but that will take time. To stand at eternity's end and its beginning, with my Lord Malevolent on His black throne above me, will span an eternity itself, but I have chosen to. In that time, some of you will come again, sad and sodden to my door, in search of yourselves, when your Mad God returns to His beyond and leaves you to the sudden, howling emptiness of your lives, to be ruled over by a petulant Child. Others will put out their eyes with His Spear, unseeing.
For now, I must take the word of one purblind Cultist against another. Tell me.
Is the end inevitable? Or have you constructed its certainty and meaning in a world devoid of both?
His,
Stheno
Daughter of Evil
Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Glacian, in the year 878 AF.
Answer Nothing
Written by: A'kha'd'mhal Stheno Aristata
Date: Wednesday, January 19th, 2022
Addressed to: Irimon, Keeper of the Spear
Keeper,
When you get your third eye, your kiss from Babel, you learn, once and for all, that the end is not inevitable.
So I am told by a member of your inner circle, whose sacrifice was great, and whose Mark confirms it. That this, among all your well-guarded secrets and mysterious prognostications, is kept closest to your chest makes sense. If the end is evitable, your complete surrender to it would be, somehow, even more meaningless. Meaning would then be something you manufacture for yourself, perhaps in as grand a paradox as, "It will happen, so nothing matters, and that matters most of all."
I understand why you might keep this from the brainwashed masses of Ashtani, whose brains now swell past their split skulls and fester in multitude from their distended bodies. I know the heady appeal of a secret, of esoterica exclusive to you and yours, of cyclical violence and celebrated apathy, of Divine praise, and of the mortal will made manifest, irreverent to Divinity's immortal predation on a Creation They mostly resent.
Even as the Lord of Oblivion breaks you, tames you, and reinserts Himself into the once cauterised socket of Dunn's eye, you choose Him freely. I understand too the illusion of choice.
My mortal hands can only do so much, but my mind yearns to comprehend. I will know for myself, but that will take time. To stand at eternity's end and its beginning, with my Lord Malevolent on His black throne above me, will span an eternity itself, but I have chosen to. In that time, some of you will come again, sad and sodden to my door, in search of yourselves, when your Mad God returns to His beyond and leaves you to the sudden, howling emptiness of your lives, to be ruled over by a petulant Child. Others will put out their eyes with His Spear, unseeing.
For now, I must take the word of one purblind Cultist against another. Tell me.
Is the end inevitable? Or have you constructed its certainty and meaning in a world devoid of both?
His,
Stheno
Daughter of Evil
Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Glacian, in the year 878 AF.