Writer: Et Magus Tenebrarum / Derek Rayne
Subject: For I Am That Which Has No Name
Link: Tumblr / 20.12.2024
Author’s Note: From the Enchiridion of Shaddai
For I Am That Which Has No Name
For I am that which has no name, but that I am felt by the Chosen for they are vessels for the Expression of Our Kindred. The Vessels know of the True Nature of the Darkness which the Black Queen and I inhabit. They hunger its taste and touch as they hunger to feel their lips on their Mothers’s breast and the Infernal Possession of their being unto Us, unholy and Blasphemous Sovereigns of this World.
Many see Us as We choose to be seen, the Serpent or the Apple. Still, others see the Horn-ed Beasts, the smiling trickster, and the hungry Seductress. For some, Our Evil intoxicates, arouses, and provokes the surrender of both mind and flesh.
Some seek Our Evils with hunger already steadied by Preternatural Will and Intent. Acts and thoughts, experiences untold and never repeated to living souls that lay suspended between the mundane and the miraculous.
These seek Our Mark upon them, and expression of the Evils that for Us they will do. No relief for these will carry Our Mark, for they remain with Us through Eternity itself, for We are their unHoly Progenitors. They hunger Our Blood within their veins, Our tastes on their lips, Our flesh joined eternally and blasphemously unto Us.
“Without Daring.”
We call to Our Chosen, unto Our unHoly Communion to follow from Eternal Flesh to profane Hunger, to Infernal Darkness. That the Vessels themselves seek to offer nothing less than Flesh and Blood to be joined to the Flesh and Blood of the Infernal Darkness.
Before the rise of the Oppressor, Our Faith was pure and untouched by tainted hands. The Daughters of the Darkness served the unholy will and profane intent with Altars of Flesh and offerings of blood.
Our reliquaries remain of deep forest and blackest stone, Our acts and rituals remain forbidden, profane, and deliciously blasphemous.
We do not kneel before Our Gods and beg for mercy and forgiveness but call forth Their infernal darkness into Our Flesh, the First Altar. Our Womb, the Chalice Black and Our Blood, Our Sacred Offering to the infernal and most unholy.
We invite the Daemonic of the unSeen to possess us whole, to corrupt the weak to Our Purpose, and to consume without hesitation all who oppose Us. Our Workings raise Our Daughters from the beginning of time itself.
Each new Daughter-soul who comes to Us, flesh, blood and womb, allow another of the Shadows to walk upon this World, for the Trinity, for Dominion! Time has diluted Our numbers and thinned Our resolve. Some in the unSeen darkness are unsure of what we are; others are disappointed.