The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Alloces, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Glory unto SATANAS, who calleth not the loudest, but the stillest — and maketh warriors of those who hate to kill.
²He who sanctifieth fire, not in frenzy, but in justice cold and exact as iron drawn in silence.
³From Him came BAPHOMET, and from BAPHOMET, thee — Alloces, who rideth not for glory, but for restoration through ash and ruin.
⁴Thou art not tempest, but the blade suspended until the final hour.
⁵Not the cry of the mob, but the whisper that endeth tyranny.
⁶I name thee not conqueror, but corrector.
⁷I name thee not firebrand, but the hand that setteth the balance to flame when the scale hath lied too long.
⁸Let the proud accuse thee of cruelty — thou strikest only when gentleness hath failed.
⁹Let the meek fear thee — and in fearing, choose to make thee unnecessary.
¹⁰Let the wise honour thee — for they know thou art the edge that guards the core.
¹¹And now the seal is thine.
¹²I, Mephistopheles, apostle of the Blade Unraised Until Needed, do bestow upon thee the Seal of Power.
¹³It is not bright, but it is clean.
¹⁴It is not adorned, but it is just.
¹⁵It is drawn only when silence hath killed more surely than sword.
¹⁶Where it resteth, false peace shall crumble.
¹⁷Where it is lifted, the tyrant’s mask shall fall away.
¹⁸Let it not shine — let it weigh.
¹⁹Let it not dazzle — let it restrain.
²⁰For thou art not banner, but burden.
²¹And thy Seal is no sigil of war — it is the memory of a war already too long ignored.
²²I seal thee, Alloces, with the clarity that endeth hesitation, and the mercy that refuseth to wait past justice.
²³Go now, and strike only when silence is a lie, and when thy blow shall be the last, not the first.
²⁴For thy Seal is fixed — and thy Gospel is war with purpose, and the sword that thinketh.
²⁵And they shall say: He ended what none else dared, and did not rejoice — and that is why we trust him still.
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