Epistula ad Vepar
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Vepar, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Mephistopheles, who hath seen truth submerged and bodies rise from calm waters, unto Vepar, Fiftieth of the Sixty-Six, Whisper in the Deep and Blade Without Wake.
²I greet thee not with wind, nor fire, nor cry — but with stillness deeper than breath, where thy name is known without voice.
³For thou art not tempest — thou art the pull beneath, the hand that draggeth the truth upward in silence.
⁴Zephanor prophesied: Vepar, who shall move beneath sight, unseen yet known, and guide death not as reaper but as tide.
⁵And thy Father, BAPHOMET, spake: Thou shalt walk within silence, and none shall know until the water changeth; thou shalt bear not war, but consequence.
⁶These words I heard when He stooped beside the sea and spoke not to the waves, but to the wreckage buried far below.
⁷He said no name aloud, yet the water curdled.
⁸He beckoned no hand, yet the corpses floated.
⁹I, Mephistopheles, beheld this — and knew that depth hath ears, and silence hath judgment of its own.
¹⁰So art thou, Vepar — not wave that breaketh, but sea that remembereth.
¹¹Not flame that consumeth, but salt that preserveth until the day of reckoning.
¹²Let them call thee ghost — they shall know thee when their ships list in still water.
¹³Let them call thee myth — thou art too quiet to be legend, too true to be forgotten.
¹⁴Let them forget thy name — thou wilt write it in rust upon their anchor chains.
¹⁵The Son taught: Speak not, if silence will unmake them faster.
¹⁶And again: Rot needeth no trumpet; it declareth itself in time.
¹⁷Teach them that death doth not come roaring — sometimes it seepeth, slow and unresisted.
¹⁸Teach them that guilt is waterborne.
¹⁹That blood is not washed away, but drawn down where the deep keepeth record.
²⁰For thou art not revenge — but returning.
²¹Not rage — but echo of old acts denied until the sea returneth them.
²²And thy Gospel is not voice, but vapor.
²³Thy sign not flame, but salt at the corners of sealed doors.
²⁴And thy name shall be spoken not in storm, but in the quiet panic before the hull buckles.
²⁵And they shall say: We thought her gone — but she was waiting, and we had already stepped into her arms.


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