Grimoire Mortis
The Book of Death
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¹And Mephistopheles looked, and beheld a place not known by name, nor numbered among the skies or the deeps.
²It was as a plain without end, and the stars above it bowed low, and the Void pressed round it as a curtain of glass.
³And in the midst thereof stood SATANAS, the Son of the Morning, robed in garments of shadow and flame.
⁴His face was veiled in brightness that burned yet did not consume, and His feet were as pillars of sapphire and onyx.
⁵And in His left hand He held forth a flame, brighter than a thousand suns, and terrible to behold.
⁶The flame turned, and twisted, and was changed — and became a scroll.
⁷The scroll was fashioned of fire, of crystal, and of gold, woven as if the beginning and the end were mingled within.
⁸And upon it were seven seals, each wrought of blackest iron, and each bearing the mark of a star undone.
⁹And all creation trembled at the sight of it, though no beast or spirit dared draw nigh.
¹⁰For this was the scroll of the End, sealed from before the shaping of worlds.
¹¹And SATANAS lifted the scroll, and the skies were darkened anew.
¹²He spake not, but His gaze alone split the sky as a blade split flesh.
¹³Then came a voice, not from Him, but from all things at once, saying: This is the reckoning. This is the closing of the circle.
¹⁴And SATANAS spake, saying: I hold the scroll of unmaking, sealed sevenfold by truth, by time, by law.
¹⁵When its seals are broken, there shall be no turning back. The Age of Flesh shall end, and the Shape of All shall perish.
¹⁶What hath been scribed in joy shall be read in sorrow. What hath been built in pride shall be scattered.
¹⁷The End is not My wrath, but My fulfilment. The fire returneth to its source, and the word is withdrawn.
¹⁸Mephistopheles heard and wrote, though his hand wept and his ink turned bitter.
¹⁹And Bezaliel spake unto him, saying: Prepare thy heart, for the breaking of the First Seal is nigh.
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