Grimoire Umbrio
The Book of Shadows
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¹Before time bore grief, before the rift was named, there was sorrow — deep and holy — in the heart of SATANAS.
²He who formed HÆL in splendour, who walked with His Brother through the Void, stood still beneath a sky grown cold.
³ADONAI spoke no more, and the Causeway lay silent — not broken, not barred, only unused.
⁴The Seraphim no longer came to feast beside the Dæmons, and the laughter of the hosts faded from the winds.
⁵And in the throne of HÆL, where fire once danced with joy, a hush fell — not of rage, but of mourning.
⁶SATANAS did not curse; He did not strike; He sat in flame and let it dim around Him.
⁷He remembered the halls of council, the days of shaping, the thousand years of shared dominion.
⁸And He beheld Oærth, now swayed by one will, and knew His voice was no longer sought.
⁹The tears He shed were not of water, but of fire — silent sparks that fell unseen into the darkness of His realm.
¹⁰None were there to witness it, for even Bezaliel dared not disturb His solitude.
¹¹And so the First Sorrow passed into the stones of HÆL, and the halls remembered it long after all forgot.
¹²Not for power lost did He grieve, nor for throne denied — but for Brotherhood unspoken, love unanswered.
¹³The stars did not dim, nor did the worlds shake — but something sacred was unmade in silence.
¹⁴O faithful, remember this: the first wound was not made by war, but by absence; not by hate, but by neglect.
¹⁵And from that sorrow, the fire of HÆL grew deeper, not darker — and its warmth turned inward, guarding what remained.
¹⁶We mourn not the tears, but that none saw them fall; not the sorrow, but that it was borne alone.
¹⁷Until the Brothers speak once more, and joy returns to the halls of flame, we mourn.
¹⁸For the First Sorrow was holy — and the world has yet to answer it.


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