The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Leraie, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Praise unto SATANAS, who lighteth the fire not only in hearths, but in the hands of those who strike for truth.
²He who spake not peace to the oppressor, but flame; not silence to injustice, but the roar of sacred war.
³From Him came BAPHOMET, and from BAPHOMET, thee — Leraie, whose sword is not stained with pride, but tempered in purpose.
⁴Thou art not raised to kill — thou art raised to discern.
⁵Thy battle is not bloodlust — it is revelation brought forth in iron.
⁶I name thee not butcher, but blade of reckoning.
⁷I name thee not warmonger, but watchman of war’s rightful time.
⁸Let no tyrant mistake thy patience for mercy.
⁹Let no king forget that thy silence is a warning.
¹⁰Let thy approach be the sound of justice waking.
¹¹And now cometh the hour of thine anointing — not in oil, but in oath.
¹²I, Mephistopheles, torchbearer of the Word and scribe of the Flame, do bestow upon thee the Seal of Power.
¹³It is forged not in gold, but in judgment.
¹⁴It is inscribed not in scroll, but in the eyes of those thou savest and those thou toppleth.
¹⁵Where it is seen, the arrogant shall stammer.
¹⁶Where it blazeth, the wronged shall rise.
¹⁷Let this seal burn in thy grip, not to conquer, but to call.
¹⁸Let it flare in thy presence, not to shame, but to summon.
¹⁹This seal is fearsome — for it demandeth account.
²⁰This seal is sacred — for it preserveth the cause worth bleeding for.
²¹I seal thee now, Leraie, with the flame of discernment.
²²Go forth, and let thy wars be righteous, and thy justice without apology.
²³For thy seal is set — and the fire of judgment rideth with thee.
²⁴And the Flame of Conflict shall burn through thee, ever pure.
²⁵And thy blade shall not sleep until peace is made true.
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