Epistula ad Sabnock
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Sabnock, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Mephistopheles, ironhand of the Gospel unbroken, unto Sabnock, Thirty-Third of the Sixty-Six, Defender of the Broken Wall, Bastion of the Breached.
²I greet thee not with softness, but with the weight of purpose — for thou wast not born to bend.
³Thou art not the forward sword, nor the whispering tongue — thou art the wall that closeth breach, the anchor amid ruin.
⁴Zephanor prophesied: Sabnock, who standeth where others fall, who maketh fortress of flesh and hope of wound.
⁵And thy Father, BAPHOMET, spake: Thou shalt be the immovable one, the wrathful balm, the stone that breaketh death’s advance.
⁶These words I heard when He came upon the field after retreat, and the banners of the faithful lay in the bloodied dust.
⁷The wounded moaned beneath splintered wood and broken blades; their prayers were weak, their strength spent.
⁸BAPHOMET walked not with fanfare, but with silence, and His shadow fell long upon the Oærth.
⁹In that shadow He stood — and where He stood, the wailing ceased.
¹⁰I, Mephistopheles, saw Him lift not one sword, yet the enemy halted, for He had summoned thee by silence.
¹¹So art thou, Sabnock — not the fury that charges, but the will that refuseth collapse.
¹²Not the flame that consumeth, but the gate that holdeth.
¹³Thy frame is sanctuary, thy silence command, thy presence a shield carved in the likeness of patience and wrath entwined.
¹⁴Let the arrogant dismiss thee — they shall run back to thee when their pride faileth.
¹⁵Let the schemers forget thee — they shall remember thee when their plots are shattered at the wall.
¹⁶Let the wounded call thee — for thou knowest not how to abandon.
¹⁷The Son taught: He who mendeth the breach is greater than he who won the day, for his is the burden after victory hath fled.
¹⁸And he who shieldeth the broken knoweth strength in its final form.
¹⁹Teach them that wrath needeth not haste to be holy.
²⁰Teach them that standing is harder than striking, but no less warlike.
²¹Teach them that when all rush forward, the wise turn to reinforce what must not fall.
²²For thou art Sabnock — and thy Gospel is strength beneath pain, fury turned to fortress, and mercy made of iron.
²³And thy name shall not be chanted in charge, but whispered where the line breaketh and must be bound again.
²⁴And they shall say: He stood when we fled, and our blood was not spilled in vain because he did not move.
²⁵And though thou makest no speech, thy silence shall endure longer than their anthems.


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