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Damned be the god who calleth himself the One! And damned be all those who bend their knees before him! Damned be those and their god, damned to the end of time!
Behold, darkness covereth the earth, and the stench of Zabaoth filleth the air! He is the god of slavery, and wherever he putteth his feet, there everybody will lose his freedom. He is the enemy of life, and wherever he ruleth, there he forces the flesh to decay. He is the prince of ugliness, and wherever his sight falleth upon, there beauty veileth itself. Beware, because Zabaoth and his herd wander about the land; and they will not tolerate anybody which doeth not wander with them! * But the day will come, when Ashtaroth will cross the abyss of centuries and the reign of darkness will tremble of her.
From the dust of the earth man rose. And man subdued the earth, upon which he set his foot. He subdued each living creature and each dead rock. And man recognised the gods, and he recognised their strength, so that he bowed himself under their will. Thus the gods ruled over man, and their power was great. The mightiest among all gods however was Belet-ili, the Great Mother, the creatress of life. Man thanked her for the gifts, which he received and which had risen from her womb. And like Belet ruled the earth, so Ereshkigal ruled the underworld. Hither she took the souls of all mortals, whose lifetime had ended. Great was the power of the. Because all that which was born by the Great Mother, would once be devoured by the Dark Goddess. The most beautiful and most splendid among all goddesses however was Ashtaroth. She possessed the sublime beauty of the crescent, which illuminates the night with its light. And the fire of passion made her body shine so splendid that all mortal men were consumed by desire for her. Red was the colour of her soul, red like the fire, red like the blood, red like the colour of life. She was the mistress of love and force, of life and battle.
The followers of Ashtaroth were numerous among the mortals, because all, which loved life, worshipped her. In each city on the earth huge temples were built for her. There the mortals sacrificed her their offerings and indulged in the desires of flesh. The largest and most magnificent one among those temples had been built in the city of Helal. Because the city was inhabited by a strong and splendid people. Liberty and friendship unto all strangers were considered the highest virtues. Therefore trade bloomed in the city. Many merchants journeyed from faraway to Helal to exchange their goods. Thus the city abounded in its prosperity, and the crescent of Ashtaroth shone benevolent. Nowhere could be seen more splendour and extravagance than in Helal. Every street was decorated with precious stones. There was no citizen who had to work, because more than one dozen of slaves served each of them. Thus man lived lucky under the reign of Ashtaroth. Thankfully they praised their goddess and offered her generous sacrifices. But the abundance of Helal provoked the envy of the people, which groaned under the burden of their daily work on the fields and in the villages. Also Belet-ili, the Great Mother, was displeased by watching the selfishness of this city and its goddess. Thus she spake unto Ashtaroth, the mistress of Helal: »Thou shalt not seduce the people of this city against the divine order! Thou hast made them forget the venerable customs of their mothers and hast made them disregard the laws of nature. Instead of the fertility of the womb they honour the fertility of the gold. Thou hast made them desecrate their holy gender, in order to serve their desires, instead of producing new life out
of it. Remember thy female nature! Since it is thy destination like the destination of all women which serve thee to mate with a man and to create new life by his seed.«" But Ashtaroth spake with abhorrence: »Never I will soil my immaculate body with pregnancy! Contemptuously I look down on those women with their bulging bellies, which give away their female grace degrading themselves into mothers.« On this defamation Belet was overcome by great anger. She called all the supreme mothers of the country to send their sons against the city Helal and to force down Ashtaroth. But she seized shield and spear and fearless faced her opponents. Whereupon many of the attacking warriors admired the bravery and the undiminished pride of the juvenile goddess, and so they abandoned the army of their mothers to follow her from now on. When Belet realised the army of warriors, which followed Ashtaroth, she shrank from the battle. And so she decided, to let Ashtaroth and those who followed her have their way. But ever since the anger against the young goddess gnawed her heart, and often she could hardly overcome her rage. A deep hostility remained forever between the two goddesses, though their conflict was never decided in a battle.
Untold were the years, which passed. Thus the Supreme Goddess Belet-ili became tired and ponderous. And also her strength began to shrink. The mortals lost the confidence in her power and the fear of the secret knowledge of her priestesses. Also the male Gods saw, how weak the Great Mother had become. And when they realised their own strength, they began to doubt about the legitimacy of Belet's reign. Then Anu, which was their leader, spake unto his sons: »From the beginning of time the Great Mother hath ruled over the earth. But I ask you this question: Whereupon are the foundations of her power built? Is it a sword which makes her invincible in the battle? Is it an army, which no enemy can resist? Or is not it only false magic without true power? Are not there only old wives' stories to frighten small children? Behold, in our hands are sword and shield! This is the true power, which is able to force any enemy onto his knees. Thus let us put and end to the reign of old women! Plague and leprosy gnaw at their power. Their weak limbs were not able to lift ever a sword, and their magic lost its strength. Never again woman shall rule over man! Raise your swords and smash the reign of women by vigorous strokes!«
Enthusiastically the gods followed their leader. Thus they went unto the temple of the Great Mother to overthrow her throne. When Belet saw the army of the Gods approaching, she went outside accompanied by the mightiest of her priestesses to regard those, who raised their arms against her. The gods however stopped, as they noticed the angry face of their mistress. And the high-priestess of Belet raised her voice against those, who had followed Anu, and she said: »Why do ye come marching with clinking arms unto the temple of your mother? Have ye forgotten the respect for the supreme goddess, whose sons ye are, in your boundlessly high spirits? Stand back, or the spell of the Great Mother will come upon you!« So the gods stopped. Only one among them, which was called Chusor, stepped forth. Because he was the blacksmith of the gods, who had forged their weapons. And he was neither afraid of magic nor of witchcraft, but nothing than the power of steel. Thus Belet spake her curse upon him. And no sooner her words had ended, when Chusor gasped for breath, because the air in his lungs had become poison. Dreadful cramps shook his limbs, so that he struck around in savage rage, whereby he shattered his heel with his own hammer. The strength of the poison was not able to kill him, but the gash at his foot never healed up, which is why he is called the Limping God since then. When Anu saw, how Belet stroke his son by her curse, he raged in anger. He brandished his sword against the priestesses of the Great Mother and smote all of them, since they placed themselves protecting before their goddess. Also the other gods rushed into the battle. And together they
destroyed the huge temple, until none of the stones it was made of remained on its place. Thus Belet, the greatest one of all goddesses, was overthrown. And she was forced to submit to Anu who ruled the earth in place of her. And also Ereshkigal was driven out from her reign in the underworld. Then she seeked refuge in the darkness of the night, where she restless roams about together with her disciples. Only Ashtaroth prevailed still upon her throne. And though she had always been despised by Belet and her daughters, she nevertheless defended the power of the old goddesses against Anu and his sons. Since Anu was afraid of the warfare of Ashtaroth, he sent Assur, the strongest warrior among all his sons, against her. But Ashtaroth was well aware that Assur was superior to her in strength. Therefore she mounted Baldium, her black steed, which she had once stolen from the underworld, and faced the divine warrior in the battle riding upon its back. With all his mighty strength Assur brandished his sword gainst Ashtaroth. But her dark steed broke like a desert storm upon him, so that he did not hit his opponent with none of his blows. As hard as he tried, she always escaped him upon her black steed of hell, before he was able to reach her with his arm. And in such a way the rage of the martial god increased each time, whenever Ashtaroth slipped away again and her sharp tongue mocked at him. Driven by his superhuman rage he pursued the riding goddess, until finally he strengthless sank unto the ground. Thus easily Ashtaroth could overcome the god deprived of his
strength. Defeated and bound she took him unto Helal In great dismay Anu heard about the disgraceful defeat of his son Assur. Thereupon he gathered the whole army of the gods, for his son the invincible warlord Marduk to go to war against Ashtaroth at its head. But Ashtaroth, who saw the army approaching from far away, seized her bow and sent her deadly arrows against her enemies. Many of those, who followed Marduk, were pierced by them, until finally the leader of the gods commanded his army to stop. And so he besieged the city Helal for twohundred and sixteen days and twohundred and sixteen nights. And each time the crescent of the moon diminished in the heaven, the fortune of war turned towards Marduk. But when the crescent grew in power and size, so also grew the power of its goddess Ashtaroth, and her warriors drove the aggressors far away from the walls of the city. Meanwhile Ashtaroth sent for the imprisoned Assur in his dungeon and he was brought unto her throne. Thus she bewitched him by all her power of seduction, so that he was blinded by her beauty and forgat his anger against her. And when he promised Ashtaroth never to raise his sword against her again, she sent him back unto Marduk, his lord. So Assur went back before his brother and begged him for their friendship's sake to put an end to the senseless battle. Meanwhile Marduk was so pleased by the return of his beloved brother that eagerly he granted his wish. And so Marduk met with Ashtaroth, and he was bewitched by her
grace as well, so that he immediately forgat his enmity against her. Whereupon the gods made peace with Ashtaroth and all other goddesses, whereas those honoured Anu as the new lord of the gods. Now since the sight of Belet did no more weigh suspiciously upon her, Ashtaroth became ever greater and mightier, until her power was in no way inferior than the power of Anu and Marduk. There was no city, which did not build a temple for her. At any place on the earth she was worshipped. The most beautiful maidens and the noblest youngsters were sacrificed to her and she raised them from the transient netherworld. And in their enormous temple houses the mortals honoured Ashtaroth by the sensual ecstasy of their bodies. And they honoured the graceful hierodules and temple servants sharing the delights of their pleasure with them. Because all that prepared pleasures and benefit for them was sacred to them. Great was the prosperity among the humans during those days. And the mighty priestesses and priests of Ashtaroth watched over the welfare of those, which honoured the goddess. It came to pass four centuries after Anu had achieved the rule among the gods, when there rose a mighty empire among humans. From Memphis and Thebes the power of the emperor reached out for the world. Menes was the name of the emperor, and he was blessed by the gods whose son he was. So a new age dawned among humans, the age of the great kings and their empires uniting many nations under their reign.
More than one millennium had passed, since Menes had established the empire of Memphis and Thebes. The empire had become larger. Without number were the warriors fighting for its armies and without number were the slaves building its monuments. In those days it came to pass, that one of the slave nations revolted against the emperor. But the ruler struck down the rebellion of the slaves and drove the rebellious people out of the city of Memphis. Driven by hunger and thirst the nation of the slaves wandered through the deserts seeking refuge with a mountain called Horeb. Upon that mountain however there lived a sinister god named Zabaoth. And all weak ones and miserable ones hid out with him, the most contemptuous one of all gods. Because he cajoled them by sticky, sugary words. And they licked up the fermented saliva running from his mouth. Since his disciples consisted only of weak ones and sick ones, he looked jealousy at the other gods envying them because of their glamour and splendour Particularly the beauty of Ashtaroth tormented his impure thoughts. And because of his perverse inclinations he only felt drawn to his own gender, while he hated the purity of women from the deepness of his soul.
When Zabaoth saw that nation of slaves, which seeked refuge with him, the greed in his eyes lit up, and he planned to subjugate this nation under his will. Thus he raised his voice and spake unto the nation of the slaves: »I am Zabaoth, the lord of the mountain. What is the matter that leadeth you unto me?« And the slaves answered him: »Justice it is what we are searching for.« And thus Zabaoth demanded: »Submit to me and I will provide justice for you!« But the slaves replied: »Once before we submitted. Because it was the lord of Memphis and Thebes who kept us in slavery and against whom we rebelled. Now we long for vengeance for the injustice we suffered.« Thereupon the god of the mountain spake unto them: »Listen to the words of Zabaoth! Those who follow me shall no longer suffer from injustice. I will be your lord, and I will be the lord of those, which subjugated you. There shall be no more masters and slaves among humans, and all humans shall be equal.« With great pleasure the slaves listened to the words of the god. And eagerly they were ready to subdue to him. But Zabaoth did not have in mind to liberate the slaves but he wanted to enslave also those who were free. In his reign all should be equal, but not equal in liberty, but equal in slavery. But none of those, which followed him, realised the iniquity of Zabaoth. Because it is not liberty which is the desire of the slaves, but the envy that there should not be anybody being less enslaved than themselves. Envy is the strongest drive of the slaves. And Zabaoth satisfied their envy by promising to destroy those, which caused the envy of the slaves.
Thus Zabaoth spake unto the nation of the slaves: »Ye are the people, which I chose. Therefore ye shall establish a convenant with me. Submit to the laws, which I impose upon you, and ye shall receive your righteous pay. But not in your lifetime ye shall receive your pay, but in your death! Therefore ye shall adore death and despise life! Despise the pleasures and delights of life, because they will diminish the pleasures and delights, which are to await you after death! Despise everything that so far was considered as sacred, because I will rename to you, what shall be sacred! Humility shall be called pride from now on and weakness shall be called strength from now on. The strength however ye shall call weakness. Also slavery ye shall call liberty and liberty ye shall call crime. Yea, ye shall despise everything, which so far was considered as sacred. And despise Marduk and Ashtaroth, because I shall be your only god! Ye shall not have any other gods beside me who enrage my jealousy! Despise all, who are not like ye are, because ye shall become one single herd, and I shall be your shepherd! There shall not be anybody who stands out from the herd. Extinguish everyone, which doeth not want to be like the herd is! And also despise the women! Subdue them, and do not listen to their words! Because they seduce you to the desires of flesh, which will corrupt you. They are an image of the harlot Ashtaroth, who doeth not submit in humility to man and who defiles the earth by her depravity. Therefore ye shall circumcise your gender as a mark of the convenant and as a token of your contempt for all desires of the flesh, which Ashtaroth uses to seduce you.
Respect the laws, which I impose upon you, then my goodwill shall always be with you! Never again ye shall be worried, because I will determine your fate.« And thus the nation of the slaves established a convenant with Zabaoth. No longer was Zabaoth only the god of a mountain, where weak ones and persecuted ones seeked refuge, now he had become the god of a whole nation. And Zabaoth made the nation of the slaves his army. And he made them a mighty army. Then he sent his five warlords towards the rising sun to conquer the land he wanted to rule. Great were the skills of the warlords of Zabaoth, so that soon the cities fell, which they stormed with their troops. The greatest among the warlords however was Belial. And therefore great power was granted him by Zabaoth, his lord. So Belial did not want to creep any longer in the dust before his lord and to be in service of his will. Thus Belial rose up against his god. He gained all his army, in order to overthrow the throne of Zabaoth. Dreadful was the battle of the two opponents. But finally the four other warlords of Zabaoth broke the power of Belial. And thus he was thrown from the face of the earth down into the realm of the underworld. Here he lurks about ever since in expectation of the day, when the reign of Zabaoth begins to falter and when he shall rise up again, in order to grab the earth again from the rule of Zabaoth.
In that time there was a city, which was called Sidon. Loyal servants of Ashtaroth were the people of Sidon, and so the city was a source of wealth and prosperity. But the abundance of Sidon soon excited the greed of Ithobal, the warlord of Tyros. And thus the war fleet of Ithobal invaded Sidon. And Ithobal did not stop even before the temple of Ashtaroth, but he proclaimed himself priest of the goddess, robbed her shrines and violated the temple maids, whose beauty pleased him. Thereupon he crowned himself king of Tyros and Sidon and praised himself on his power. His people however despised him, since he had committed a sacrilege against Ashtaroth. Thus he went unto Atalana, the high-priestess of the temple, threatened her life and forced her to bless him in the name of her goddess. Now, since his supremacy was secured, he returned unto Tyros and enjoyed his abundance. Ithobal collected numerous women in his palace. And soon a daughter was born him, whom he called Isabell. And since he loved her more than anything else, he determined her to be the successor of his reign. When Isabell completed three years of age, he sent her accompanied by the most courageous of his warriors unto Sidon, where the high-priestess of Ashtaroth should give her blessing unto her.
And Atalana blessed her according to her father's will. But at the same time she consecrated the soul of the little girl to her goddess, so that she became one being with Ashtaroth. And Isabell became one will and one thought with Ashtaroth, and the goddess looked out of her eyes and spake out of her mouth. Then the high-priestess sent Isabell back to Tyros unto her father. And when he noticed the transformation, which had occurred with Isabell, he began to lament, and his heart was filled with pain for the lost love for his daughter. Also Isabell’s mother noticed her transformation and the dreariness, which had come upon her husband. Thus she went unto Sidon to ask the high-priestess Atalana to take the spell from her daughter. Atalana however seduced the mother of Isabell by the beauty of her immaculate body, so that she became inflamed with love for her. Together the two women devoted themselves to the passion of their desires and cursed Ithobal and his reign. Their dissipation became more and more unrestrained, until finally the high priestess sacrificed the life of her love upon the altar in order to satisfy their both desires. When Ithobal heard about the death of his wife, his dreariness became even deeper. And each time he saw his daughter his heart got filled with fear, and he felt the curse of Ashtaroth, which weighed heavily upon him. Although he proclaimed his son Belizar as his successor, he was neither able to do any harm unto Isabell nor to expel her from his palace. Thus he was tormented at night by terrible nightmares and during the day he locked himself in his chamber in order to escape
the eyes of his daughter. Disease and weakness came upon his body, decay and ruin upon his power. Thus Ashtaroth punished those, which had committed sacrilege against her. Meanwhile the power of the Dark God Zabaoth grew in the south. And thus he noticed the sacred city of Helal. The prosperity and liberty of their inhabitants however gnawed painfully at his corrupted soul and filled the hearts of those who followed him with envy. Thus Zabaoth sent his spies unto Helal to report him on the sacred city of Ashtaroth. Excessively the people of Helal devoted themselves to all pleasures. And they permitted no restraints of their desires. In their innocent joy of life the women mated with their brethren and sons and the men with their sisters and daughters. Even with the animals of the house the people of the city shared their desires. Because Birsha, their queen, was a benevolent woman, which granted them any liberty, and there was no law, which she abused to subdue her people. But not only sensual pleasures but also trade and prosperity bloomed in the city. Helal had become a delight in the eyes of its goddess and an oasis of life for the people of the desert, which came from anywhere. In hospitality the envoys of Zabaoth were welcome in the city. Since they were controlled by filthy and impure thoughts however, they were overcome with abhorrence seeing how the inhabitants of Helal devoted themselves to the sensual pleasures. Because where the beautiful and pure soul only sees the beautiful and pure things, the ugly and disgusting soul only sees the ugly and disgusting things.
They were blind for the attractions and the arts of seduction of the lovely daughters of Helal, because only their own gender pleases the eyes of the slaves of Zabaoth. They veil their women, lest they need see any female. And only in darkness they share their beds with them to force them to bare. They despise their own daughters, and they separate them from their sons, whom alone they love. But where in this way nature is offended, there it looks in insane greed out of the eyes of those, which have sinned against it. Therefore they feel disgust at what they see, because it is disgust which they feel at themselves. And thus the beauty and splendour of the saxred city provoked the abhorrence and disgust of the spies of Zabaoth. Driven by fear and horror they hurried back unto their god in order to report with filthy words on Ashtaroth's reign over Helal. When Zabaoth heard the reports of his spies, he was overcome with furious rage, because he did not bear seeing humans in fortune and freedom. In slavery he wanted them to be. On dust they should crawl before him and fearful beg for his mercy. In the eternity of death but not in sensual pleasures of life they should search for their fortune. And thus Zabaoth heaved a furious rumble, which shook the earth, and his rotten breath blew far over the land. Then he let the whole terrible force of his hate befall the holy city of Helal. With brimstone and fire he suffocated it. Horrible was the misery, which the cruel god poured upon the people of Helal. And not even one of the inhabitants of the city escaped from the furious rage of Zabaoth. And when he finally had satisfied his greed for destruction, he commanded his people to erase all disciples of Ashtaroth in the whole land, so that they should disappear forever from the face of the earth.
But soon Ashtaroth realised the cruel crime, which Zabaoth committed against those, which worshipped her. And thereupon she was overcome with demand for vengeance, vengeance for the death of their servants and vengeance for the offence of her divine power. And thus Ashtaroth proclaimed: »Damned be Zabaoth! And damned be all those who follow him! To the end of time there shall be war between Ashtaroth and Zabaoth! And there shall be no peace as long as even one of the slaves of the most miserable one of the gods contaminates the air of the earth by his impure breath!« This was the beginning of the Great War, which hath lasted to the present day and which shall never come to an end, until the last slave of Zabaoth shall be erased. Then Ashtaroth sent for her prophet Isabell who meanwhile was twelve years old to come unto the temple of Sidon. And Ashtaroth spake unto her: »Go unto Sebaste, unto the city where King Ahab rules over the reign of Zabaoth, and fulfil your destiny!« Thereupon Isabell left her father's reign to go southward, where Zabaoth enslaved the mortals. Thirty and six days and thirty and six nights she wandered through the desert. Thirty and six days the sun sapped the energy of her young body, and thirty and six nights the coldness made her limbs tremble. However it came to pass in the selfsame day that King Ahab returned home from a war campaign. And there he saw the shape of Isabell, which crossed his path.
When he noticed the weakness and exhaustion of the small girl, he commanded his warriors to water and feed her. And since she touched his heart, he took her unto Sebaste. But when they passed through the gates of the city, Isabell looked around, and surprised she asked the king of Sebaste: »Tell me, Ahab, where are the free citizens of thy city? Only slaves I am able to see instead.« Ashamed the king was not able to answer her. Thereupon Isabell asked the king of Sebaste: »Tell me, Ahab, where are the women in thy city? Only veiled ghosts I am able to see instead.« Again the king was such ashamed that he was not able to answer her. Thereupon Isabell asked the king of Sebaste: »Tell me, Ahab, where are the gods in thy city? Only Zabaoth, the most miserable one of them I am able to see instead.« And this time either the king was not able to answer her because of his shame. Thus they finally reached the palace Sebaste, where Isabell recovered from her onerous journey. However the next morning when she was called unto Ahab to have breakfast with him, the priests of Zabaoth were overcome with indignation and shouted: »What is the heathen harlot from Sidon doing at the table of the king? Take this shameless creature unto the rooms which are reserved for women!« Then young Isabell seized her dagger and pierced the heart of the high-priest, so that his life perished away, before he could contaminate the air of the palace any further by his venomous words. Thereupon the other priests started yelling furiously and threatened the king with the wrath of Zabaoth.
But Isabell said: »Listen, Ahab! Crush those venomous worms of Zabaoth, which infiltrate your city like rotting ulcers! Trust in my words, because I speak in behalf of Ashtaroth! Do not be afraid of the wrath of the most miserable one of the gods! Because he will not dare to turn against thee as long as Ashtaroth's hand protects thee.« And Ahab realised the power of the goddess which spake from the mouth of the little girl. And when she offered him to clean the city from the filth, so that it would shine with new glamour, he let her have her way. Immediately Isabell had the flock of Zabaoth's priests beheaded, which offended her goddess, and had their heads planted upon high poles, which she put up around the palace. Then she went unto the shrines of the city and swept away the filth of Zabaoth, so that they could become sacred places again pleasing the eyes of Ashtaroth. Since cowardice ruled the insidious hearts of the priests and prophets of Zabaoth, they were not able to oppose the wrath of Isabell. And thus they attempted to escape the mighty prophetess in order to save their miserable lives, which they called their own. But only one of them managed to escape, because his cowardice and iniquity exceeded even that of the others. Elias was his name. And he hid in the mountains while the souls of his companions rose in the smoke of the sacrificial fires until Baldium, the black steed of hell, devoured them for Ashtaroth's pleasure. Thus Zabaoth had been driven out of his own land. He had lost his own people to Ashtaroth, and that loss weighed heavily upon his soul. Since the dark god did not dare to approach the power of Ashtaroth which watched over Sebaste, he satisfied his anger
harassing the inhabitants of the land, which surrounded the city. The last drop of water he stole from them, so that their cattle and their fields began to wither. But Ahab, the king of the land, took compassion on the people, and thus he turned unto Isabell for advice, in order to implore the aid of her goddess. The prophetess however rejected him and said: »Strength and pride is what Ashtaroth demands, not weakness and humility. Upright ye shall come unto Ashtaroth, not crawling like slaves. She doeth not want to hear your entreaties and wails. For that miserable slave god your whining may be good enough, but not for her. Take your swords and fight! Then when ye return with unbroken pride, Ashtaroth will listen unto you with pleasure.« Then in his desperation Ahab sent the priests of Marduk unto Elias in order to offer peace unto Zabaoth. But the insidious Elias incited the people against Marduk, so that they slaughtered all his priests. When Isabell heard the news about the iniquity of this crime, she was seized with anger. Thereupon she broke the spell of Zabaoth and forced the rain to fall by the power of her goddess. And she sent out the warriors of Sebaste to arrest Elias. But the prophet of the sinister god fled and took refuge in the shack of an old widow, whom he brought to heel by evil threats. Then when the people of Sebaste realised that Isabell saved them all from the plague of the famine, they came unto the prophetess in great numbers to listen to the words she taught them. And thus they demanded: »Give us the laws of Ashtaroth! Because we want to live in such a way that it pleaseth the goddess.«
But Isabell answered them: »Only one law I will give you.Ye shall not tolerate any law, so it readeth. Because where the law ruleth there liberty can not be. And it is liberty ye shall strive for. It may be true that no reward awaiteth you and no punishment threateth you, but liberty itself will be your reward, and its loss will be your punishment.« Thereupon the people who had come unto her demanded: »So tell us the greatest of all virtues!« And Isabell answered them: »Pride.« Thereupon they asked the prophetess: »And which is the greatest of all sins?« And Isabell answered them: »Humility. Because the humble sinneth against himself.« After Isabell had spoken in such a way, she looked over the circle of those who surrounded her. To her big surprise she could not find even one weapon amongst them, neither a sword nor a dagger. Thus Isabell said unto them: »Who are ye, unto whom I address my words? Free citizens I supposed you to be, but only slaves I can see.« Passionately the citizens of Sebaste contradicted her and declared their freedom from the bondage of the emperor of Memphis and Thebes, they had escaped once. Isabell however said unto them: »It is true that ye have slipped off the chains, but know this, free can only be who beareth arms. Look, it is the blade of steel, by which ye recognise the free man as well as the free woman! Never ye shall take it off, as long as ye do not stay at your own home. And even during your sleep there shall always be a dagger close to you. Man turneth into a slave and woman into a wife, when there is no blade at his or her side. I tell you this, so that ye protect your liberty. Because it is the highest good ye can possess.«
These were the words which the prophetess of Ashtaroth spake unto the humans. The years passed, and not even one of the vindictive prophecies predicted by the priests of Zabaoth came true. The reign of Ahab spread to a size which had never been achieved by any of his predecessors. Disappointed by the cowardice of his god Elias meanwhile hatched out his sinister plans. He incited the enemies of the king against him, and in one of the battles between the army of Sebaste and that of its enemies Ahab was finally murdered from behind by an insidious arrow. But even the death of the king could not satisfy the vindictiveness of the perfidious Elias. So he spake his curse upon Ahab's son, which had taken the place of his father. And soon he was seized by a lingering illness, until he finally perished. But the sinister activities of Elias could not be hidden from Isabell, because she looked with the eyes of her goddess. And so she discovered the criminal prophet and all the corrupt scum of his fellowship, which accompanied him. Then Isabell said: »Cursed be Elias, the corrupter of his people! The wrath of Ashtaroth shall come upon him like a storm! The forces of nature shall pulverise his corrupt body into dust! And nothing of him shall remain for those who once followed him!« No sooner had Isabell completed her words than the heaven darkened above Elias and his followers. Then a mighty tornado came upon them and swept their sinister leader out of their midst. He was torn apart alive by the force of the storm, so that the whirling clouds turned red by his blood.
And the shreds of his flesh were scattered in all directions of the wind, lest his followers found even a trace of his, however much they seeked for him. Thus the curse of Isabell came true. And thus the revenge of Ashtaroth, her goddess, was carried out. For many years the prophetess Isabell stood by the kings of Sebaste. But however much she tried her magic powers, she could not defeat the power of time, which started to leave its mark on the immaculate beauty of her body. Therefore she asked Ashtaroth to keep away the lingering senility from her. And Ashtaroth spake unto her: »Thou shalt not worry! Because decay shall never ruin the perfect shape of thy body. In everlasting youth thou shalt live on in the memory of man.« And when Isabell prepared her departure from the mortals, her enemies supposed the time to be favourable to revolt against the kingdom. One of them was Jehos, which served the king as captain and who became his traitor. Since Jehos however was ruled by cowardice like all the slaves of Zabaoth, he waited until the king was weakened by a wound after a battle. Then he and those who had conspired together with him fell upon their helpless lord and murdered him insidiously. After that outrage Jehos went unto the city of Isabell to take it by storm. But pitiful his army failed against the power of the prophetess and her warriors. But then he remembered treachery, which always had been the mightiest of his weapons. And finally he managed to corrupt two of Isabell's advisers, so that they pushed the prophetess from behind and threw her from the wall, whence she looked down on the army of Jehos. Thus big excitement arose among the people who witnessed this outrage, because it was true that Isabell had fallen down, but none could find a trace of her corpse. Thus her fate
remained forever uncertain, and there was none who could say how Ashtaroth had taken her prophetess away. Now Zabaoth had reconquered the control over his reign. But soon decline and decay came upon the land of Sebaste, since the hand of Ashtaroth did not watch over it. And barely Zabaoth could prevent his reign from being smashed by the forces of the enemies.
While the years passed, Zabaoth's arrogance became boundless. He denied all the other gods and declared war on them. In his lack of restraint he even claimed to be the lord and creator of the world. When he now saw his power threatened by Ashtaroth, he turned eastward to the land of the Aryans. It was ruled by the mighty god Mithras, a son of Anu, the Supreme God. Into this land Zabaoth sent his prophet Zarathustra. Since Zarathustra was great at wisdom and skill, he managed to incite the people and to shake the power of Mithras, and so a fierce battle between Mithras and Zabaoth was inflamed. But the sinister god soon gained victory over his opponent by the help of his prophet Zarathustra. Mithras however, who was defeated, was banned from the land of the Aryans. Meanwhile Belial, the apostate warlord of Zabaoth, followed the trail of his former master. Because the enmity between them continued unchanged. And wherever Zabaoth went to rule, there Belial wanted to smite his reign. For a long time Marduk, who meanwhile was the mightiest of the gods, had shewed patience to Zabaoth. Now however, since the Dark God had become more and more excessive in his greed for power and had driven out even the glorious Mithras from his traditional reign, the patience of Marduk was finally exhausted. And thus he established a convenant with Ashtaroth, who was the strongest warrior among the gods after Assur to punish Zabaoth for his arrogance. Together they called the mighty nation of Babylon to arms.
Thereupon the warriors of Babylon invaded the land of Zabaoth. And they smashed the reign of the sinister god. They cleaned the temples, which were soiled by Zabaoth's filth. The hugest of the temples however was demolished, since the unholy cult stuck to it like leprosy. Then they took the slaves of Zabaoth as prisoners unto Babylon. Because they had proven to be unworthy of their liberty. They had been slaves in Memphis and Thebes, and they had remained slaves in their own land, then they should also be slaves in future. Broken was the power of Zabaoth, his reign was destroyed, his priests in prison. Again he had become the most miserable of the gods. Darkness was taken away from humans, liberty and fortune had returned to them. And Marduk rewarded the nation of Babylon for their feat and put it in place of the reign of Memphis and Thebes, which finally had lost its former strength after many millenniums of power. But the reign of Babylon lasted briefly. Because another empire began to rise, which was going to rule over the whole earth. Its rise took centuries, but its rule should take millenniums. The City was the head of the empire. And its mighty arms covered all parts of the world. It was an empire of humans and not of gods. Although the gods were paid reference, obedience was shewed to humans. All kings on the earth had to submit to the invincible legions of the City. And there was no land, which did not pay its tribute to the City. This was the age of the City, and its years were counted from the day, the City had been founded.
The whole earth was ruled by the City. And also the slaves of Zabaoth had to bow to its power. The legions of the City were invincible and neither humans nor gods were able to oppose them. Also Zabaoth, who had been ostracised by all gods, realised the strength of the City. And he saw the splendid temples, which had been built for the other gods. His heart was eaten up with envy and greed. And the realisation of his own misery made him suffer. He was farther away than ever from the power he craved for. All his prophets had failed and all his armies were defeated. Thus the idea entered his mind to procreate himself a son. He wanted to send him unto the humans to do what his prophets had not been able to do. However since he only felt affection to his own gender, he had disgust at all women, so that he was not able to touch any of them. Therefore untouched a woman should conceive his son. Thus he chose the most miserable among all women from the people of the slaves, which served him. She had neither pride nor honour, because she let it happen that Zabaoth implanted his corrupt seed into her in an unnatural way. Maria she was called, the Whore of Zabaoth. Thus the fruit of damnation grew in her dishonoured body. And the stars predicted the havoc which was about to come upon the earth.
Therefore the scholars said unto the king who ruled the land, where the Whore of Zabaoth lived: »Behold, the star of evil is about to touch the star of power! The Corrupter of Mankind will be born in thy reign. Darkness will come upon the earth, and all hope will be extinguished.« Thus the king was overcome by great fear. He sent his warriors to search for the bringer of evil. Meanwhile Maria, the Whore of Zabaoth hid at a dark and secluded place to bear the son of the sinister god. And thus the warriors of the king were not able to find her. Many new-born children were killed by them it in their overeagerness, but the scion of damnation escaped their sword. And thus Christos, the Corrupter of Mankind was spitted out by the womb of the Whore of Zabaoth, whereupon the calamity took its course. While Christos grew up in secret, Zabaoth sent a pioneer for his son. And thus the sinister spirit of Elias was reborn. From distant past he returned to incite the people again, to condemn the king and to proclaim the arrival of the Corrupter. And Elias spake unto the humans, which had come unto him, in order to listen to his words: »Bend your knees and submit! Because the son of Zabaoth hath come. He will throw the kings of the earth from their golden thrones and break the wicked power of the City. Cursed shall be all who doeth not crawl in the dust before him, when he establisheth the reign of Zabaoth!« However when Antipas, the king, heard those words, he had Elias to be arrested and thrown in the dungeon of his palace.
Also Ashtaroth had noticed the return of Elias. Therefore she sent the daughter of the king, which served her, down into the dungeon to examine the prophet of Zabaoth. When Elias saw the shape of the girl, he spake unto her: »Leave me, female, lest thy indecent sight insulteth my eyes!« But Ashtaroth's envoys answered him: »Why doest thou cover thy eyes, Elias, since thou already knowest me? Once I destroyed thee. And now that thou returned, I will destroy thee a second time. But this time it shall be forever.« Thus Elias recognised his opponent, which had returned like him. Whereupon he was overcome by fear and horror, so that he fell on the knees and called on his lord. But he did not hear him. Because where Ashtaroth ruleth, there he hath no power anymore. Then the daughter of the king returned unto Antipas, which was known as her father. And since he was consumed with desire for her beauty, she said unto him: »If thou grantest me only one wish, I will dance for thee, so that thou canst enjoy the grace of my body.« Without hesitation the king consented, and so she pleased him with her dance. And after the last of seven veils, which had covered the bare shape of her body, had slipped down, she went unto her father to request the head of the prophet in reward. And since Antipas was a man of honour, which always kept his word, he had to fulfil her wish, although he was afraid of the wrath of Zabaoth. Thereupon the daughter of the king was brought the head of Elias, which had been cut off his body. And she raised it to her lips sucking and devouring the soul of the dead prophet out of his mouth, lest anything of him remained, which could ever return.
When Christos heard about the fate of his pioneer, he realised the power of his enemies. And thus he decided to bring about the reign of Zabaoth not by power of force but by the power of seduction. With words coated by sugar he lured the humans. And thus they flocked unto him from everywhere to sip the honey juice from his mouth. He denied life, and he sweetened death and the sick ones and weak ones came to hear about the sweetness of death. Satisfied Christos, the Corrupter, looked down on their weakness. Because weak and miserable he wanted them, and weak and miserable should become the strong ones too. Therefore Christos spake unto them: »Ye shall become like sheep, and I will be your shepherd. Ye shall be one herd, and the spirit of the herd shall fill you. Ye shall call the spirit of the herd love, and ye shall call sin, what so far was called love. Beware of those, which do not want to be, how ye are! Because wolves they are, which want to rob the lambs of the herd. Therefore kill those wolves! Kill them all, which do not want to become like sheep as ye do! Because it is not the throat of the wolf to be the determination of the sheep, but the slaughterhouse of the shepherd. Blessed are the sheep, which are not afraid of the slaughterhouse: for their salvation shall be peaceful and sweet. Behold, ye are the sheep and I am the saviour! Therefore do not fear death, but expect joyfully the salvation!« Many had been seduced by the Corrupter and his honeyed words. But there were also several amongst the slaves of Zabaoth, which supposed themselves to be betrayed by their god. They had expected the sword, but they had only received words.
Therefore their anger turned toward Christos, and they seized him and handed him over to the judge, which was in charge of the land in the name of the City. And when he recognised the Corrupter of Mankind, he had him to be nailed to the cross to break the power of Zabaoth on the earth. Thus the Dark God had to watch, while his son was judged by human hand. Severely he was hit in his heart by that defeat. And beaten he withdrew unto the mountain called Horeb, where once he lived. The one who had been supposed to bring the darkness upon the earth had died, but his evil spirit survived. And thus the seed of corruption came up. Like leprosy it spread over humans. So hard the emperors of the City tried, they could not get the abominable disease under control, which had seized the earth. And finally after many years had passed the emperor himself came down with that disease and his soul darkened. He threw himself down on his knees before the cross, where the Corrupter had been executed and humiliated himself before Zabaoth. He had the gods be driven out of the City and had their holy temples be destroyed. Thus Marduk and Assur, who were the mightiest gods in that time, perished at that saddest day. Belet however who had once ruled as the Great Mother over the earth, had to submit to the power of the sinister god. And Maria, the Whore of Zabaoth, accepted her as her slave. Also Chusor, the Limping God, was not able to escape the legions of the City. Thus he was chained, in order to serve from now on the power of Zabaoth as slave. But a bad servant he was. Because only negligent he did his craft, since his hands were tied by chains.
Meanwhile the emperor built a temple for his sinister god, where since then Kephos resideth, the high-priest of Zabaoth. The remaining gods escaped southward, where the legions of the City were unable to get at them. Because the corruption which had come upon the City by Zabaoth had weakened the empire. Thus it fell to pieces, and its legions had no strength anymore. When Zabaoth saw the corruption, which had come upon the earth, his abominable soul got filled with satisfaction. But his triumph was still not perfect, as long as the last one of the old gods was not defeated and destroyed. Therefore he sent Mahound, the most dreadful of his prophets, unto the humans. Unto Jahilia he sent him, unto the city of liberty and trade. Because here it was where Ashtaroth ruled, the mightiest amongst Zabaoth's opponents. And here it was also, where the Hound of Zabaoth proclaimed his corruptive doctrine. He spake about the power of Zabaoth, about slavery and subjection. And Subjection he also called his doctrine. He denied Ashtaroth and her power. But the people of Jahilia laughed at him and his god. So he defamed the goddess with impertinent words and defiled her temples and shrines. The people of Jahilia did not leave the sacrilege against their goddess unpunished. They killed all those, which had followed Mahound and drove the impertinent prophet out of the city. Thereupon Mahound and those of his corrupt flock who had still remained seeked refuge in the city of Jathrib to continue their sinister work here. The hearts of the people of Jathrib were weak, so that they could easily be lured by the words of
Mahound. They believed the calumny and arrogance of Zabaoth and bend their knees before him to implore his mercy. Satisfied Mahound looked down on their gullibility. But envy and jealousy came upon him, whenever he turned his eyes unto Jahilia. Because the glamour of the city shined splendid, while Jathrib faded at the sight of its bright appearance. Thus he crawled many times together with his miserable followers unto Jahilia to satisfy his greedy eyes at the splendour of that city. However he did not risk to approach it since he was afraid of the strength of Ashtaroth. Like vermin the slaves of Zabaoth lurked around the mighty walls of Jahilia. And like annoying parasites they pounced on the caravans, which left the city or moved towards it. Thus the people of Jahilia sent out their mighty army to chase away the vermin, which had turned into a plague. But by evil iniquity the slaves of Zabaoth overcame the honourable army of Jahilia. And thus the most dreadful of all battles broke out between Zabaoth and Anu, the lord of the remaining gods. It was a battle without mercy or compassion. Because the fate of mankind and the earth should be decided. Frantic by the savage rapture of their blindness the slaves of Zabaoth fought against their opponents, because eagerly they longed for their own death, which Mahound had sweetened them. And the gods threw themselves with all their war power into the battle, and Zabaoth went with all his armies against them. And thus it came to pass that the luck of war turned against Anu and his gods, because Marduk and Assur were not with them any more. The slaves of Zabaoth however gloated in sight of their victory.
And thus the army of the sinister god marched unto the gates of Jahilia, the beaten city. Now when Ashtaroth realised the calamity of the defeat, and when she saw that no more hope existed on the earth, she called for the last ones of her disciples. And Ashtaroth said unto them: »This is the darkest of all days, because this is the day of Zabaoth. My power is broken, and my temples are desecrated and destroyed. But my war will not be over as long as there is only one of you preserving the memory of mine.« Thereupon she chose one amongst her disciples, whose soul was cold but unbroken and thirsty for battle. And she ignited her fire in his soul, so that it filled him with agony. Then she said unto him: »Thou shalt be the Sentinel, which liveth in the darkness to guard the flame. And if memory extinguisheth amongst humans, then thou shalt be the last one, guarding the spark, which can ignite the fire of my power again. But it is a hard destiny, which I impose upon thee. Because the flame will live off thy soul eternally, but the fire will never fill thee. What flareth up will also extinguish. Thou however art the Sentinel. Therefore thou shalt never flare up. Guard the flame of memory, and carry it on unto those who will come after thee!« Then Ashtaroth turned unto the others of her disciples and said unto them: »Fight against that god, who calleth himself the one, wherever ye encounter him and his corrupt tokens! And even with your last breath ye shall curse his name!« After she had thus completed her words, she turned into the shape of a cat. And when Mahound and the flock of his
warriors stormed the temple of the goddess, she escaped his henchmen as a black shadow. And she seeked refuge in the abyss of the underworld, the reign of Belial, the Destroyer. In that selfsame hour however, when Zabaoth achieved his greatest triumph and the whole mankind crawled to his feet, the full moon darkened. The age of deepest desperation had begun, and darkness covered the earth.
This is the Age of Darkness. Because Zabaoth ruleth the earth, and all hope hath gone. His yoke weigheth heavily upon humans, and the world hath become a place of desperation. Decay and oblivion have come upon the empire of the City. And the former greatness of human fadeth in memory. But the sinister god was still obsessed by the hate against Ashtaroth. Therefore he condemned the whole female gender to lowest slavery. Because his filthy spirit abhorred the purity of female seeing Ashtaroth in it. And he dishonoured their beauty having them veiling themselves with ugly rags. Meanwhile humans disagreed about the words of Zabaoth. And those which followed Mahound fought against those, which followed Christos. And even those disagreed with themselves. Thus humans tore each other apart without any sense, so that the misery increased. Because they had inherited the intolerance of Zabaoth, and the misery did not frighten them any longer, since only darkness and sorrow ruled the earth. At the same time however it pleased Zabaoth to torment humans with disease and putrefaction. And when thousands perished, he enjoyed watching his slaves crawling unto him and imploring his mercy trying to stop him from his atrocities. Yea, this is the Age of Darkness. This is the reign that pleaseth Zabaoth.
But Belial the Destroyer rose from the abyss of the underworld Belial and he had the power to defy the lord of the earth. Although he did not stand comparison with the strength of Zabaoth, he always remained the thorn in the flesh of his former master. Now that the forces of the underworld were the last ones rebelling against the omnipotence of Zabaoth, also Ereshkigal, the forgotten goddess of that reign, established a convenant with them. Thus Belial gained the power of magic and the black arts by her. When now in those dark years the misery of humans turned out more and more atrocious, they longed back for the age of the old gods. And they loosened the chains of Chusor, who had once been one of those gods, but now served only as a slave of Zabaoth. When he thereupon felt again the freedom of his hands after more than thousand years, he gave humans the weapon of thunder and the power of thousandfold scripture. And thus the reign of Zabaoth was overcome by great unrest. And many humans freed themselves from his yoke. Thereupon the sinister god looked out for those, which shook his reign. And so he noticed the activities of Belial and his allies. Thereupon Zabaoth called for two of his slaves and commanded them to forge him a hammer, which should shatter all servants of his opponents. And thus they created the Hammer of Damnation bringing fear and terror upon the earth. Terribly the hammer raged among the maids of Ashtaroth and those of Ereshkigal, and even Belial trembled under its mighty
strokes. Wherever the hammer of Zabaoth hit, it ignited torches of human flesh, and the cries of the victims echoed over the earth. Yea, this is the Age of Darkness. This is the reign that pleaseth Zabaoth. The greatest amongst the maids of Ashtaroth in that time was Countess Elizabeth. Her father and her brother however were devoted slaves of Zabaoth. And thus they forced Elizabeth to submit to a husband. But she turned him into her own slave bewitching him with the charm of her beauty. And when he nevertheless became a nuisance to her, she got rid of him and recovered her liberty. Meanwhile she built a temple for Ashtaroth hidden secretly in a cave. Thither she took all daughters of the slaves of Zabaoth, she could get hold of to sacrifice them to her own desire and to the pleasure of her goddess. And she gained eternal youth, while she bathed in the blood of the slaughtered virgins. But the king of the land heard about that temple of Ashtaroth. And thus he gave the Hammer of Damnation unto one of his servants and sent him unto Elizabeth. Cruelly the hammer unfolded its power: The temple of Elizabeth was shattered and her servant was beheaded. The fingers of the maids of the temple were torn from their hands, then they were burned alive in the fire Elizabeth herself was put in chains and thrown into her own dungeon. Thus the slaves of Zabaoth wanted to humiliate her by eternal grief. Yea, this is the Age of Darkness. This is the reign that pleaseth Zabaoth.
But the final triumph was not granted the slaves of Zabaoth, because Elizabeth left her mortal body, and Ashtaroth took her soul away. This came to pass at the twenty-first day of the eighth moon. Therefore remember Elizabeth, the maid of Ashtaroth, at that day! Meanwhile the reign of Zabaoth lasteth up to the present day. But the Dark God was not able to preserve the size of his former power. Because humans longed for liberty, and there were many among them who slipped of his yoke. But the power of Zabaoth is still not broken. And his corrupt spirit liveth on even in those, which think to be free of his spell.
There came the time, when a new prophet should speak unto man. There came the time of Malehuda. And thus it came to pass that a man crossed the abyss of the millenniums. And he walked on paths, which had not been walked for such a long time. He was a stranger to humans, and they were strangers to him. And a woman saw him coming unto her. But she was filled with deep sadness, because a dark demon obsessed her spirit. Humility was the name of the demon, and he wrapped the soul of the woman in darkness. When that man however came unto her, the woman became afraid, and she wanted to turn away to flee from him. But that man said unto her: »Do not run away, because thou canst not escape of that which maketh thee fear!« So the woman stopped, because confusion had overcome the demon, which obsessed her. And that man commanded the demon: »Drive out of this woman, tormentor of humans! Crawl back unto Zabaoth, thy master, the lord of filth and all evil demons!« Thereupon the demon tormented the soul of the woman with all the strength of his abomination. Because he did not want to give away any more, whom he had taken possession of. But he was not able to resist the strength of that man. And thus he finally crawled out of the bosom of the woman and was blown away by a gust of wind.
The woman however was overcome by joy and relief, because her pride had been freed from its demonic chains. Her eyes were filled with tears of joy, and gratefully she sagged at the knees before that man. But the man stepped back frightened and shouted: » Do not kneel before me! Because thou art no wife any more, but a woman. The reflection of Ashtaroth is in thee. I however am nothing.« Thereupon the woman asked him: »Hast thou not driven the dark demon out of my soul? Who art thou that thou art able to do so?« And that man said: »I am the wolf, which breaketh into the herd to rob the sheep. But the sheep I rob will become wolves themselves.« But the woman did not understand his words, and so she said: »But if I am asked, who it was, who drove the demon out of my soul, what shall I answer?« And that man said: »Tell them that Malehuda hath come! And tell them, that he hath come to ignite the flame in the darkness!« Then that man, which was Malehuda, went his way. Because there was a lot of work to be done. The woman however hastened to tell the people about Malehuda. Malehuda realised the darkness, which covered the world. Wherever he turned his eyes, he only saw dreariness and ugliness. Because Zabaoth still had great power over the mortals.And thus Malehuda entered the city, which was in his way, and said unto the people: »Oh, slaves of Zabaoth, what have ye done to the beauty of the earth? What once was great and splendid hath become small and ugly by your mediocrity.
Ye have taken away the charm from life, when you brought void and uniformity upon the world. Ye called it peace, but it was the peace of death. Ye have taken away the strength of the strong ones to turn them into sheep of your herd. Ye have taken away the grace of the female gender and subdued it to the slavery of men to please a god who only knoweth the unnatural love to his own gender. How can call you that god the One, who offendeth nature by all his deeds and laws?« Amongst the people who heard the words of Malehuda, there was also a priest of Zabaoth. And he asked him: »In whose name thou speakest, which blasphemest god, the Almighty? « And Malehuda answered him: »I speak in the name of the earth, and I speak in the name of Ashtaroth, my goddess.« So the priest of Zabaoth asked: »How canst thou speak in the name of a goddess, while there is only one god? Because only one god may have created heaven and earth. So there can also be only one creator and god.« But Malehuda answered him: »Uncreated is the earth. And uncreated is man. Behold, from the dust of the earth man was born, like the earth was born from the dust of the stars.« Thereupon the priest of Zabaoth laughed and said: »So tell me, who created the stars from whose dust the earth was born!« But Malehuda said: »If everything needeth a creator, by whom it was created, then who created the creator? Behold, there is no omnipotence! And even that god, who boasteth about it, doeth not possess enough power to rule over me.« Thereupon the priest of Zabaoth became outraged and shouted:
»How canst thou venture to place thyself higher than god?« But Malehuda told him: »Be quiet, miserable slave of thy god! Because the humility of slave speaketh out of thy mouth.« Thereupon the priest of Zabaoth crept away to report to the others of his corrupt guild on Malehuda. When Malehuda walked through the streets of the city, he was overcome by great surprise, because nowhere he could see a woman. Only men and ghosts came into his sight. Then a sudden discovery came to him, and he tore away the veil of one of the ghosts, which it was disguised with. And, behold, there appeared a woman, which had hidden herself under the dark robe. But the people, which saw this, became outraged at the shamelessness of that sight. So Malehuda said: »Be quiet, sinners against nature! Because ye shall know: The woman, which veileth her body, insulteth herself and her beauty.« Thereupon the outraged people became silent, and Malehuda continued his way. Since Malehuda had attracted great attention, the councillors of the city invited him to speak in their council. And the prophet was accompanied into the building, where the wisest men of the city had assembled. But when Malehuda saw them, he said: »What am I to do here at this place? Where more than three men have assembled without any woman, there is no place for me. Because where those, which prefer their own gender want to be alone, there I have no business.« And thus he turned away and left the council of the city.
Since Malehuda had enraged the priests of Zabaoth and the councillors of the city, they sent armed warriors to arrest him. And when they seized him, they locked him into the dungeon of the city. But when Malehuda saw that there were three other men besides him in his dungeon, he said unto the guard, which had led him: »Take me unto another place! A man shall only tolerate women in the room where he intendeth to rest, because else he insulteth Ashtaroth.« But the guard ignored his words and locked the door behind him. Thereupon Malehuda kept awake until it gat dark. And when the men, which were locked up together with him, had fallen asleep, he slew them before they could awake again. Then he went to bed. When Malehuda was taken unto the court of the city at the following morning, the judge spake unto him: »Thou hast sinned against Zabaoth, and thou hast murdered three men. Doest thou not know the law, which thou hast to obey?« But Malehuda answered him: »What doeth your law mean to me? Ye made this law, so also obey it! I however did not make a law, so I will not obey any law either.« Thereupon the judge said: »The law applies to all and everybody. And there is nobody excluded from the law.« Thus Malehuda answered: »Cursed be the law! Because where the law is, there liberty cannot be. If man required law, then it would be given him by nature and would not need to be forced upon him. And cursed again be the law! Because it is the evil creation of
darkness. By the iron clamp of law life itself was choked to death.« Thereupon the judge pronounced his sentence upon Malehuda: »Since thou doest not shew respect for me and the law, I command thee to meet death, before tomorrow's day breaks.« But Malehuda answered unto him: »I obey neither thy commands nor the commands of any man. Because thou art nothing that I am not also. So why should I obey thee?« Thereupon the judge had him taken back into the dungeon by armed warriors, where he should await the hour of his death. But in the night, when Malehuda waited in the dungeon, suddenly a man came unto him. He had never seen him before, but nevertheless he recognised him. Because it was the Sentinel of Ashtaroth. And the Sentinel asked him: »Art thou the prophet of Ashtaroth?« And Malehuda answered him: »To speak for Ashtaroth, I crossed the abyss of time.« Thus the Sentinel examined him and recognised him. And thus he said unto Malehuda: »Follow me, and do not worry! Because those, which kept thee imprisoned, are not longer alive.« Thereupon they left the dungeon, where Malehuda had been in prison. And the Sentinel led Malehuda unto those, which had followed his words. Thereupon the servants of Ashtaroth came unto Malehuda and said unto him: »Shew us the goddess, so that we can see her with our eyes!« And Malehuda answered them: »The power of Zabaoth is still too great to permit that Ashtaroth could shew herself to you.
But ye shall know: In each woman the image of Ashtaroth is reflected, the more similar, the more she is a fighter and the more different, the more she becometh a mother.« This and much more Malehuda said unto those, which followed him. Once there came a woman and a man unto Malehuda and asked for his blessing to the bond they wanted to enter together. So Malehuda said unto them: »Unholy is the bond between a man and a woman! Because single man is born, and single he will die. Why should not he live single too?« Thereupon they said one to another: »Thus let us separate woman from man!« But then Malehuda was seized with anger and shouted: »Do ye also want to sin against nature like the slaves of Zabaoth do? Behold: Where the genders are separated, there Ashtaroth is offended. And cursed shall be all who offend Ashtaroth and sin against nature!« This and much more Malehuda said unto those, which followed him. Finally there came the day when Malehuda gathered all, which followed him in order to speak for the last time unto them. And he said unto them: »I did, what I was told to do. From now on it is up to you to wage the war. Therefore do not forget the name of the enemy! Zabaoth he is called.
And he is the god of darkness. Because everything of him is filthy and corrupt. Every morning ye wake up, ye shall curse the name of Zabaoth! By the mark of damnation ye shall recognise the most miserable slaves of his. Because they have mutilated their own gender to seal the convenant with their abominable master. Do not rest until the last one of his slaves is erased from the earth and his name is effaced from human memory!« This and much more Malehuda said unto those, which followed him. Then he departed, and they did not know, whither he went.
This is the day to come, the Day of the Final Battle. This is the day, when the fate of the earth will be decided. Listen, mortals, seven signs are to herald the approach of the Final Battle! Then a star will rise in the heaven, and humans will be frightened at its sight. And this is to be the first sign. Then the rays of the sun will blind humans and scorch their skin. And this is to be the second sign. Then the plants and animals on the earth will perish, and nothing will remain for the humans on the earth to satisfy their hunger. And this is to be the third sign. Then the fire in all furnaces will be extinguished. And this is to be the forth sign. Then a flood will befall and drown the humans at the coasts of the sea. And this is to be the fifth sign. Then man will rise up against man. And this is to be the sixth sign. Then the reigns of the earth will fall apart. And this is to be the seventh sign. Then, when the signs are completed, Zabaoth will look down on the earth. He will see that time hath come, and he will send down the last one of his prophets, in order to restore his power.
But in the selfsame day the son of Belial, the Destroyer, will be born by a human female. And he will become the head of a mighty army. With this army he will march against the slaves of Zabaoth, and his fist will shatter the last prophet. The slaves of Zabaoth however will swim in a sea of blood. Then the sinister god himself will rush to their aid. And Christos, his son, who is called the Corrupter of Mankind, will be with him. The whole army of his father will accompany him. And Maria, the Whore of Zabaoth, will stand behind him. Then the forces of Belial will assemble, in order to fight against them. The Destroyer himself will lead them, and Ereshkigal will accompany him. And when the mighty armies meet, the Final Battle will break. And the fate of humans and gods will be decided. Behold, at this hour Ashtaroth will rush into the battle upon her black steed to pierce the slaves of Zabaoth by her fiery arrows. The splendour of her untouchable beauty will illuminate the battlefield. And her enemies will be paralysed at the sight of her sublime appearance, while she brings death and destruction into their ranks. So let me tell you about the triumph of the goddess Ashtaroth! She will break the power of Zabaoth, and Baldium, her terrifying steed, will devour the soul of the sinister god, lest he ever returneth. His name will be extinguished forever, and nobody among the mortals will ever remember him. And like him his Whore and her son will be erased from the face of the earth, lest they can ever again unfold their corrupt influence.
Then even that woman who once was called the Great Mother will be able to free herself again. And she will acknowledge the greatness of her former opponent Ashtaroth. Meanwhile Chusor, the former blacksmith of the gods, will be released from his chains. In liberty he will reach out for the stars of the infinite heaven. And Ashtaroth will establish her empire on the earth, which will be called Gehenna. The heaven above will turn red by fire and blood. Because it will be the reign of lust and passion, passion, which knoweth neither mercy nor compassion. Here the proud warriors of Ashtaroth will enjoy the agonies of the slaves, which once served the sinister god. Because from then on they will only serve the desires of their new masters. The temples and altars will abound in their blood, and their cries of pain will fill the air like lovely music. Ashtaroth will listen to their melodiousness and feast her eyes on the sight of the sacrifices. Joy and high spirits will fill the earth in the sunlight, while the nights will be illuminated by the fire of licentious orgies, where humans will satisfy their lascivious desires. No law will enslave human, because liberty will triumph over the corrupt power of ethics and morals. Thus man will regain his former strength. Filled with pride and strength he will overcome all boundaries of nature. And Ashtaroth will make the beauty of the earth shine and bring the reign of ugliness to an end, whose horrible claws have imprisoned the earth for such a long time. Then Helal, the city of Ashtaroth, will be rebuilt. It will be the flower of the cities , like the female gender is the flower of mankind. It will be the head of the empire Gehenna, and hence Ashtaroth will rule over the earth.
Thus the fire of life will burn and erase the last marks of the corrupt activity of the Dark God. And those, which crawled to the feet of Zabaoth, the most miserable of the gods, will remain in their misery, which they hat chosen themselves in the limitedness of their thinking. Therefore love life and remain loyal to it! Despise death and do not let it seduce you with its sweetish odour of decay! Do not fear the ferocity and cruelty of Ashtaroth! Because it is the ferocity and cruelty of predator. Likewise ye shall become predators, and hot blood shall pulsate in your veins. This is what Ashtaroth wants, the goddess of life, the mistress of passion and everlasting fight.
This was written down by a vassal of the goddess.
In eternal worship of Ashtaroth, whose beauty illuminateth the earth, and whose name will live longer than time.