Grimoire Umbrio
The Book of Shadows
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¹For a thousand years did the peoples of HÆVAN and HÆL dwell in fellowship, and no blade was drawn between them.
²Seraphim spake with Dæmons in the markets of Oærth, and the causeway echoed not with war, but with wonder.
³They bartered not only in goods, but in wisdom; they taught each other, and grew together like vines upon a single wall.
The words of the Brothers were one, and Their people followed, and the world was fed by two rivers that met in peace.
But lo, in the shadow of ADONAI’s choosing, the waters were stirred, and the rivers pulled apart.
No trumpet sounded, and yet the Seraphim turned their faces; no writ was sent, yet the Dæmons drew away.
The Dæmons did not strike — for wrath was not yet kindled — but their speech fell silent, and their eyes turned downward.
And the Seraphim, once warm in counsel, grew distant, and cloaked themselves in glory unmixed with flame.
The festivals ceased, and the gates closed at dusk; the great halls rang hollow where once they rang bright.
¹⁰What parchment bears the name of the one who ended it? What hand wrote the final verse of harmony’s song?
¹¹We have searched, and found no decree, no blame — only absence, only stillness, only fading.
¹²The pact of peace was not broken by force, but forgotten by custom, and in its neglect, withered to ash.
¹³O ye Seraphim, did ye grieve when the Dæmons no longer greeted you at dawn? Or did ye smile without memory?
¹⁴O ye Dæmons, did ye watch in sorrow as the white-winged ones departed from the feast, and never returned?
¹⁵We lament not the coming of strife, but the quiet death of unity — for it came not as thunder, but as sleep.
¹⁶And in that sleep was the seed of division, sown without malice, yet reaped with tears.
¹⁷May the day come when the Seraph and the Dæmon walk once more in the gardens of Oærth, and speak without shame.
¹⁸Until then, we mourn — not war, but peace lost without farewell.


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