Grimoire Mortis
The Book of Death
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¹And Mephistopheles beheld, and the silence was sundered as the sound of cracking iron resounded across the Void.
²For SATANAS reached forth with His left hand, and broke the First Seal.
³And the seal shattered, and its fragments burned through the veil of the worlds.
⁴And behold: the Causeway, which spanned the deep between HÆVAN and HÆL, was torn asunder.
⁵The road of light and shadow, which had once borne knowledge and peace between the peoples, collapsed in fire.
⁶And the shards thereof fell like meteors into the black, never to be gathered again.
⁷And a great cry rose from both Kingdoms, and all the Seraphim and all the Dæmons wept as children who had lost their mothers.
⁸For the bridge of understanding was no more, and each Kingdom was cast into solitude.
⁹Bezaliel bowed His head, and Michæl rent his garments, and silence covered the realms.
¹⁰Then SATANAS lifted the scroll again, and broke the Second Seal, and the sound thereof was as a wail through hollow stone.
¹¹And the seas heard it first.
¹²The oceans turned red, and the rivers became as gore, thick and stinking.
¹³Fishes died and floated belly-up, and no wave sang upon the shore.
¹⁴Then a great fog arose, black as the absence of thought, and cold as the marrow of the forgotten.
¹⁵It rolled over mountains, and valleys, and cities alike.
¹⁶No sun shone through it, and no lamp held it at bay.
¹⁷The people groped in blindness, and their voices were swallowed by the dark.
¹⁸Mothers cried out for children they could not see, and lovers grasped for hands already cold.
¹⁹Birds fell from the sky, and the beasts wailed in their pens.
²⁰And the smoke of memory rose from the places where joy had once dwelt.
²¹Mephistopheles saw all and wept, for the world that was known grew distant as a dream.
²²And Bezaliel spake: This is but the second. Steel thy spirit, for the Third draweth near.
²³And SATANAS stood unmoved, the scroll burning yet unconsumed in His grasp.
²⁴And the world waited — not in hope, but in dread.


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