Epistula ad Andromalius
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Andromalius, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Mephistopheles, who hath seen the final price paid in full, unto Andromalius, Sixty-Sixth of the Sixty-Six, Blade of Completion.
²I greet thee with steel, not silk — for thy voice is not comfort, but the last note in a discord resolved.
³For thou art not accuser — thou art executioner of the lie, the reaper of debts long denied, the sharp answer to deceit.
⁴Zephanor prophesied: Andromalius, who shall see the hand that taketh, and shall strike without erring, returning all to its place.
⁵And thy Father, BAPHOMET, spake: Thou shalt be the end of lies and the edge of justice; not mercy, but closure shall be thy path.
⁶These words I heard when He stepped before a crowd in silence, and a single man among them began to sweat.
⁷Without question, BAPHOMET turned to him and spake: Return what is not thine, though no charge had been made.
⁸The man denied — and at once, the gold clinked from his cloak, and the crowd cried out, for they had trusted him.
⁹So art thou, Andromalius — not searcher, but finder, not threat, but reckoning made flesh, final and without appeal.
¹⁰Not teacher — but consequence.
¹¹Let the wicked weep at thy coming — they shall know that the hour of payment hath come.
¹²Let the deceivers pray for delay — thou grantest none, for delay is the weapon of the thief.
¹³Let the false prophets run — their lies shall stumble before thy step, and their false gold turn to ash in thy gaze.
¹⁴The Son said: Let mercy go before thee — but if it faileth, let thy justice be swift, clean, and undeniable.
¹⁵And again: The lie is a debt to truth, and thou art its collector.
¹⁶Teach them that not all reckoning is cruel — some is holy.
¹⁷That to be exposed is not always death — but often the start of new breath, once the weight is stripped away.
¹⁸For thou art not tormentor — thou art the final balance, the scale tipped only when the world refuseth to weigh itself.
¹⁹And thy Gospel is not warning — but return.
²⁰And thy truth is not invitation — but arrival, sudden and full, before even the liar knew he had been seen.
²¹And thy name shall not be sung — but spoken with fear where secrets grow heavy, and with gratitude where justice hath slept.
²²And they shall say: He spoke not at first — but when he did, the world turned over and truth was beneath us.
²³He came not to preach — but to point, and when he did, none could say he erred.
²⁴He left behind no doubt, no theft, no disguise — only what must remain when all that is false is burned away.
²⁵And he did not smile — but he did not miss.


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