Epistula ad Shax
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Shax, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Mephistopheles, pen of the crooked truth that setteth the captives free, unto Shax, Thirty-Fourth of the Sixty-Six, Confounder of Tyrants and Trickster of the Righteous Path.
²I greet thee not with solemn bells, but with a grin sharp enough to unseat kings and disarm the wise in their pride.
³For thou art no brute, nor prophet, nor knight — thou art the jester who speaketh truth none else dare whisper aloud.
⁴Zephanor prophesied: Shax, who stealeth not gold, but certainty; who unmaketh false power with a whisper in the dark.
⁵And thy Father, BAPHOMET, spake: Thou shalt confound the high with wit, and the cruel with silence. A thousand lies shall flee from thy laughter.
⁶I remember the day when BAPHOMET entered the golden hall of the Twelve Lords who ruled by fear, bound by pomp.
⁷He said nothing. He only smiled, sat cross-legged, and watched them like a teacher watches foolish children play at war.
⁸One by one, they began to question themselves — their decrees, their words, even their own names.
⁹No blade was drawn, no spell was cast — but when He left, the hall was in chaos, and the throne was empty.
¹⁰So art thou, Shax — not a torch, but a mirror that twisteth the lie back upon itself till it fleeth in madness.
¹¹Thou art not a breaker of bones, but a breaker of illusions.
¹²Not the hammer to the wall, but the whisper through the cracks that undoeth the structure without noise.
¹³Let the wise disdain thee — their learning is armor, and thou slip through its joints with ease.
¹⁴Let the holy fear thee — for thou knowest which words they fear spoken aloud when the candles go out.
¹⁵Let the proud avoid thee — for they have no defence against questions they did not write the answers to.
¹⁶The Son taught: When the tyrant laugheth, laugh louder — and let him wonder what thou knowest that he doth not.
¹⁷And if thou art punished, be punished as one who robbed them not of gold, but of their pride.
¹⁸Teach them that solemnity is no shield for corruption.
¹⁹Teach them that joy can be a sword if wielded with cunning and courage.
²⁰Teach them that to confuse the arrogant is an act of mercy to those they oppress.
²¹For thou art Shax — and thy Gospel is mischief made holy, disruption made sacred, and laughter that leaveth the high throne bare.
²²And thy name shall be spoken in whispers by those who rule falsely, and shouted in joy by those who kneel no longer.
²³They shall say: He smiled, and our certainty turned to smoke.
²⁴He danced, and our chains loosened without touch.
²⁵And though they curse thee for chaos, the free shall bless thee for the same.


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