The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Bune, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Glory unto SATANAS, who maketh no noise when He entereth the tomb, and setteth not crown, but stone upon stone.
²He who writeth not in flame, but in shadow; whose Gospel is not shouted, but remembered beneath the Oærth.
³From Him came BAPHOMET, and from BAPHOMET, thee — Bune, the one who calleth not for followers, but for balance.
⁴Thou art not king, nor priest, nor prophet — but the ledger by which their deeds are judged in absence.
⁵Not loud is thy power, nor swift thy justice — but all things move toward thee, and none pass unweighed.
⁶I name thee not judge, but scale.
⁷I name thee not warrior, but the final gate through which truth must pass unadorned.
⁸Let the rich forget thee — and find their legacy crumbling.
⁹Let the highborn mock thee — and find their names erased where memory refuseth bribe.
¹⁰Let the low remember thee — and find their pain not wasted.
¹¹And now the seal is thine.
¹²I, Mephistopheles, apostle of the Book Without Ink, do bestow unto thee the Seal of Power.
¹³It is not light — it is weight.
¹⁴It is not noise — it is echo.
¹⁵Where it is placed, silence speaketh.
¹⁶Where it abideth, time shall not lie.
¹⁷Let it not shine — let it endure.
¹⁸Let it not burn — let it bind.
¹⁹For thou art not fire, but the stone that surviveth all flames.
²⁰And thy Seal is no sigil of glory — but of guardianship, heritage, and the accounting none may flee.
²¹I seal thee, Bune, with the mark of memory, the vault of silence, and the truth that lieth too deep to falsify.
²²Go now, and keep record — not of wealth alone, but of worth, and of wounds that shaped the Oærth.
²³For thy Seal is fixed — and thy Gospel is not loud, but lasting.
²⁴And thy name shall be etched in ledgers long sealed, and whispered in halls where justice hath no gavel.
²⁵And they shall say: He took nothing — but by him, all was counted at last.
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