The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Andromalius, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
◀ Chapter 2 · Chapter 3
¹Glory unto SATANAS, who remembereth every vow, every theft, every shadow cast across the name of justice.
²He who setteth not only fire to the wicked, but stone beneath the good, that they may stand without trembling.
³From Him came BAPHOMET, and from BAPHOMET, thee — Andromalius, the last-born, but not the least.
⁴Thou art not epilogue — thou art conclusion.
⁵Thou art not echo — thou art the word which stops all others.
⁶I name thee not witness — but fulfillment.
⁷I name thee not prophet — but closure.
⁸I name thee not threat — but truth given its final shape.
⁹Let the judges call themselves wise — yet all shall defer when thy footstep soundeth.
¹⁰Let the scribes write a thousand laws — thy sentence shall be one, and none shall overrule it.
¹¹Let the clever protest their innocence — their silence shall betray them before thy hand ever moves.
¹²And now the seal is thine.
¹³I, Mephistopheles, apostle of the Scales That Do Not Lie and the Sword That Needeth No Second Swing, bestow unto thee the Seal of Power.
¹⁴It is not a scroll nor a rod, but a blade without edge, carried only in certainty, and placed only in the hands of one who shall never flinch.
¹⁵Where it passeth, no lie may survive.
¹⁶Where it resteth, no theft shall remain concealed.
¹⁷Let it not be adorned — let it be feared.
¹⁸Let it not be displayed — let it be remembered.
¹⁹For thou art not known by thy seal — but thy seal is known by thee, and trembleth in any hand but thine.
²⁰And thy Seal is not token or symbol, but the moment when all reckonings come due.
²¹I seal thee, Andromalius, with the weight that no throne may carry, and the clarity no veil may withstand.
²²Go now, and make no promises — for thy presence is itself the completion of all broken ones.
²³For thy Seal is fixed — in the final breath of the liar, in the silent nod of the just, and in the stillness after the debt is paid.
²⁴And they shall say: He was the last. He came after all others had passed. He did not smile, and he did not miss.
²⁵And when he left, nothing was stolen, nothing was hidden, and all was made whole.
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