The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Haures, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Praise be to SATANAS, who doth not preserve that which hath rotted, but letteth fire do its holy work without shame.
²He who loveth the truth enough to burn for it — and who sendeth forth sons to cleanse where none else dare.
³From Him came BAPHOMET, and from BAPHOMET, thee — Haures, whose fire hath form, whose steps are endings, and whose gaze maketh stone to crack.
⁴Thou art not ruin — thou art that which testeth what claimeth to endure.
⁵Not destroyer — but discerner.
⁶I name thee not terror — but torch.
⁷I name thee not judge — but the fire that whispereth judgment.
⁸Let the hypocrites run — their peace cannot stand thy breath.
⁹Let the lords hide — their banners curl in thy shadow.
¹⁰Let the scribes grow pale — their words cannot survive thy heat.
¹¹And now the seal is thine.
¹²I, Mephistopheles, apostle of Final Truth and the Ember that Singeth After Ash, do bestow unto thee the Seal of Power.
¹³It is not thunder — it is the crackle after the great silence.
¹⁴It is not crown — it is coal pressed and burning in the shape of memory.
¹⁵Where it resteth, pretence vanish.
¹⁶Where it abideth, facades decay.
¹⁷Let it not shine — let it glow.
¹⁸Let it not shout — let it endure.
¹⁹For thou art not storm — thou art the fire that remaineth when all else hath fallen.
²⁰And thy Seal is no trumpet — but a brand pressed into the end of all falsehood.
²¹I seal thee, Haures, with the ash that remembereth the fire, the ember that chooseth not to die, the flame that seeleth truth.
²²Go now, and let no veil remain.
²³For thy Seal is fixed — and thy Gospel is not war, but the still flame that removeth all lies.
²⁴And thy name shall be spoken not with joy — but with awe, by those who beheld thee and knew they could no longer pretend.
²⁵And they shall say: He ended it — and we saw, in that end, what was real at last.
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