The Dark Master ²
A Book for Prospective Initiates to Internal Adepts of the Ordo Deorc Eorthe (ODE) & its Temples of Damnation«
©Shablor & Temple of Azoth (O.D.E.), 2008 a.h. (anno horrificus (µthe year of cruelty¶)
Chapter I: A New Dawn Fades«
This was Change«It had been wrought by the Might of Sathan, that Dark Lord which was so prevalent in this day and age. And this was His Age«the Age of Sathan! The Dark Master was wishing restlessly in the foreground of the theater. He sat there still, wishing to think not at all unless some other jerk would betray his Thoughts and unravel all that he had built and was about to Manifest through his Will, and the Might and Force of the Dark One Himself. The Concerto was about to start, and, as always the Dark Master was appearing incognito. And, by his side was his willful Mistress who had come along with him on this particular task, as she was usually busy travelling abroad and managing the other Temples of the Order. The Order¶s name was that of the black Earth itself, and it had some certain preSumerian Roots, and while not officially grounded in the Pharao¶s Egypt it had garnered some of that ancient Thebic land¶s alchymy«which in one Word meant..: Al-Khem«Black Earth. And thus was the Order established through a Presence that would last for centuries.
Chapter II: The Dark Master·s Will of the Alchymy of the Black Earth
³I have called some of you here today´, said the Dark Master. ³..To pass on my lineage of the Dark Master to this Heir, whose of my own Flesh and Blood, so that she may care-take of the Mysteries according to the Rites of this Order. I wish you all to take heed of her Words as she¶s lived for a long time, and she will stand out in the annals of Time as the originator of the Imperium, whilst I myself remain unknown.´ The Heir¶s magickal name was revealed to those present, and he would shortly after send a letter by common means available to all interested parties in the Order. ³I have prepared for her, several years prior to her birth, a magickal journal where I¶ve Written down the Core beliefs of our Order and its Temples according to how they would appear to her in relations to the Mysteries.´ ³Any comments??? If not I¶d like to lead this Temple, whom you¶ve all been invited to join as stable members«on her behalf, of course, until the day and time that you get enough of the squalors of life«embracing death or War, or that you turn on this Heir and her wishes, wishing to Separate from this Temple, and thus turning a traitor to Our Cause, which includes many things, which still remain unknown in the ranks of the lesser, more mediocre people of this Earth. But we, as guardians of the Old Faith, wishing to have our lands restored to its Folks, have decided upon Ourselves to become as Gods upon this Earth to denounce Yeshua«the Deceiver to live truthfully, in honour according to the Precepts of this Temple. With what do you seek admittance to the Order of the Black Earth shall now be recalled in front of this New witness as she is now the Heir, as I once was«of the Black Earth beneath the Moon. What do you seek?´ ³Candidate one, who¶s name wishes to be familiar, in her seeking to be the guardian of Sophia Venn, step forth!´ Damselin stepped forth«´What do you seek, and what are your wants?´ Damselin spoke..: ³I wish for my Desires to be fulfilled, and I wish for the Dark Lord to impart knowledge according to the Precepts of the Order of the Black Earth, as I myself might one day be like him«´ ³Candidate number two, whose real name wishes to be seen through his Creative Outlets in the current, mediocre times. What do you seek?´ Darcora stepped forth«´I wish for peace of mind from all these mediocre imbeciles who worship a false Prophet who goes under the name of Yeshua as we call him in this Order. I wished for my own knowledge to be greater than that of Sathan, so that I might one day guide him«from amongst the deepest recesses of the stars to destroy all of this man-made Creation, as he of the Elder Gods, who were before Time was at the start more like a Man, but with a more secret, sinister, and alien creed thought possible to any Man. And to honour his name, and that of the Dark Lord«my Master«Sathan¶s I wish for all of this Creation to be unfold now that I am to be without a Master myself, and that I might one day advance in the Mysteries, so that I might know the Mystery of the Dark Lord within myself, and externally in the World, as he himself appears mysteriously to me and others of my kind that are to these Mysteries just an Iniatiate seeking the Height and the Glory of the Coming Imperium. Hail Sathan! Hail Hitler!!!´ Then he performed the neo-fascist Salute, pointing his left index finger
upwards«signifying: ³Towards the Stars. Up and Forth, like a Classical Greek God.´ The meanings seemed to differ with each coming neophyte, but the original meaning of this was never lost by the Original and New Heir, as it was imparted in her genes, and she had learnt it by devouring the Temple¶s webpages, having read all that was there, and along with some other, un-seemly manuscripts and tracts, and with all that her father had taught her on basic self-survival and teaching her all he knew she was starting to comprehend some more things about her fear of this Mighty Magickian who came under one name..: Sathan«the Dark Force. And, she started to know a little bit more about the Mysteries of her own Self, and the Mystery of Sathan, whose also called Worldly Putrefaction«Corrupting All not of His Lineage. And now that she was an Initiate of this Order, and Master of her own Temple, she would soon«in two-three years time, when she would officially officiate after her father¶s withdrawal from Representing the Ankh Al-Khem, she would also fully Love her father, in Body and Blood in her Self-Possession as she would want for no other man as her lover. But, she would also be a Master of the Mysteries as such, having learnt all her father could teach her. Her father being in name only a Grandmaster of this Order, having founded it 17 years prior to her birth, and ten years after her birth decided that she would be ready to know intimately some of the other members¶ names and wishes. ³So, shit them!!!´ the Dark Master had said to her when she was five, trying to induce her to her standards as quickly as possible. From the age of 1 she understood that her father was somewhat different than most other folk, and at the age of 7 she understood the meaning of ³wet sex´, and at the age of 11 she understood that she was not a ³wet´, but a scatologist«highly embarrassed that she would belong so fully to her father. So, in this day and age«in these so-called Enlightened, Modern days so many things were still taboo to discuss«except when you visited the Water of Life, Azoth as the Al-Khemists of Egypt and upper Thebes called it, wanting to know what the God Set could Enlighten them with. And they did not know that he would one day come as another Man«fully reborn in Flesh, as a Mighty Warrior, and a Great Prophet«under the Name of Aischylos, whose mark would be the Mark of the Beast«the Ways of the Serpent, and as the Indians believed...: The Destroyer of Times. His Real Name being Sathan in the days that were now passed. ³Good´, said the Dark Master. ³Hail Sathan! Now, what do you want to pass with of as yourself, and with this passing impart some knowledge on this Child, Candidate 3«Orcara?´ ³I wish to first listen, then I wish to tell´, said Orcara who was a very Sinister Lesbian, that had been in romantic touch with men before and liked it somewhat. But when the Dark Master had withdrawn from his sexual intercourses with most seemly, and unseemly women to fend for his daughters, and to manipulate most folks to go into Azoth«I.n.cipit Vitriol, that is, ³finding the Wisdom by going into the Bowels of the Earth´, and thus visiting Sathan within, she had decided to become a Lesbian because she despised men so much, having an inclination to hate all men, coming from her Sumerian part of her genealogy when she was revered as the Goddess Ishtar«goddess of wanton and healing many might believe. But, she was also a goddess of Wealth and Greed according to herself, and she was the most knowledgeable of the ones gathered there, although the Dark Master was the Wisest, she had also imparted some knowledge to this Child about Woman-hood«she being the God-mother of this Child. Sophia Venn was about to listen very carefully to Orcara¶s wishes and Words. ³I am Damned, and I am thus wished insolent. I sold my Own Soul«I sold my Father¶s Soul, and I sold my Brethren¶s Souls. I am wished for today, and I stand
here«before you today as a wishing woman«wholly insolent in offering my body to this new youngling, so that she might live to Worship the Woman in Us All, and so that she may listen, and learn the rigorousness of Woman-hood. I stand before her in all my might, so that she may contemplate the nakedness of my Fleshly Self, so that I may one day come to linger with her in Hell and Worship Her Body. Agios o Davcina! Agios o Hel! Agios o Baphomet! I wish to impart no further«´ Sophia Venn suckled her breasts which was lowered to mouth¶s height, and Orcara was singing a song that Sophia had invented just three years ago, going something like this: ³Oh, I wish I was a fairer maid, I wish I was laid in bed. With women and men I cannot get enough. But by the might of the Dark Lord, Sathanas I might get more than my meager share. But when I want, I too mostly come. For damned them little maidens swear, than I might know them most by ear.´ And so the chant went on with Sophia Venn¶s humming when Orcara licked her pussy, after Orcara had masturbated herself with Sophia kissing and caressing her breasts. Her breast, unlike Sophia¶s were large, round, and well formed, while Sophia¶s were small and very innocent. But that was the way she liked it with herself. She was very µego-centric¶ with her appearance«having almost no SelfCenteredness, except for her little dog, whom was bestowed upon her by her father¶s wealth«seemingly as a gift from her mother when she was 12. Now she was 13, and was witnessing the first betrayal of trusts of a Man¶s mind«by Darcora, a rank neophyte in the Mysteries, but a highly skilled occultist, who¶d hid the presence of the Heir, as well as that of Orcara and others«including the Dark Master himself¶s presence from all these so-called White Magickians, who could«in Orcara¶s Own Words: ³Sod off!´ Thus were all the mighty magickians who were Working according to the wishes of The Sinister Dialectics«Sathan, Aeonic Strategy, Sinister Satanism, and of course«Sinister Strategy all gathered with one common Wish in that instance..: To impart enough magick with Sophia Venn so that she could rise to become a Master of the Mysteries, a powerful magickian and/or a powerful occultist. But, the Dark Master knew better. He had prophesized way back, before Sophia Venn was born that she would be a Master of the Mysteries, somewhat Adept at Occultism, and be remembered in the µdark, collective unconscious of Man¶ as the self-same Grandmaster of Magick that was known by the World as: The Heir of Imperium«Velpecula Herself«the Mighty Sun of Sathanas. And so was she Sanctioned in a Black Pledging of matrimony and hierosgamos to her Only man«her own father by those Present, and was to undergone a Black Baptism, sanctioning her name in the Rites of Sathan, and by her own Will, Sanctioning herself to Witness the Rites of Sathan, and to Work in accordance with, as well as for ³the bringing of fulfillment of Wyrd´, which was her own plan«a plan that was to populate the Entire Cosmos with new, human Atavisms that were so Primal, and so Sinister that Sathan himself would be so honoured with that that he¶d like to kill himself in the Name of His Hermit, the Dark Master, just to witness it once More with the Birth of the Heir, which days would last until Wyrd was coming together again, at the Height of Imperium when War would be the modt dominant factor for All Westerners, and with the Return of the Antichrist«a Force so Ruthless in trying to Bring Change that he would be willing to sacrifice Any human, or any Heir just to live Forever. But that would already be millennia in the past, as it also was centuries ahead of Time. Then she would know, and she would listen, and she would tell what Nightmares to avoid in the Grand Scheme of things: That there are no Scary Nightmares in Satanism unless you Wish it for Yourself, and then, and only then will
they Become Your Nightmare to Behold. And That will be thy demise, for no one would listen to the claims of pettiness in the Age of the Strong she knew, and that was the Age when the µgod¶ of the Nazarene was so Strong that the Gods of Sathan had to Hide Him from the Men, who would also kill him in the Belief of this µgod¶ and his Son, the Deceiver. But a mere few believed in the Righteousness of Sathan, and some of them knew they could be like Him, but few really believed that he Worshipped some of their kind, as she was about to learn. She was fourteen, and had just had sexual intercourse with her sister and her mother. Her sister being rumoured to become very skilled with swords, and her mother being a very skilled, dark, young magickian who had gotten impregnated with Sophia Venn when she was just thirteen«the same age Sophia slept with a man. Now that she had done that, she was very eager to get on with life. Being only spoiled with enough love and cherishness by her mother and her father according to her plan, and his wishes, she wanted to fend for herself, and she was quickly to become a great µegotist¶ with her money, always accusing her sister, or mother for ³being in her purse and stealing all those little money´, which they never did. Oh, but wait«Borghild, her two year younger sister tried to steal from her 3-4 times and got so beaten up that had she not undergone extremely hard training from the age of 11 by her father«a Martial Artist of some uncanny skill«being a mere untrained, normal neophyte she would have been killed instantly by the power of Sophia Venn smacking her silly. But, Borghild«normally called µswords¶ by the other women down there, or even by her own father, whom she insisted on calling µswordsley¶, so that she could say in Español that: ³swordsley¶s with swords´, meaning that they were together as a couple, when they were father and daughter and lovers. Borghild had to fend for her Life in those instances, but it was not for Sophia Venn lacking Will, but her mother wouldn¶t stand her ³shit-kid´ being killed by her oldest daughter as she had indeed come from her womb as well even though she wasn¶t as favoured as Sophia. But, she did really believe that they were together as a couple, and that they were to be married at the local church this Borghild, and she really believed that she would be ³the Great Heir to All of This´, having but a small place in the grand scheme of things, such as being the War-Rrriot¶s Candidate for War, and being the Instigator of War all across the Continent of the European States, and then«finally being remembered in Legends as a terrible War-Hero, that was Brave and Honest. But with these things she could live, and her father promised her mother that he would work to make her mother¶s wishes come true. But that¶s enough of Borghild. ..Now we shall concentrate on the mother of the two rascals..: She was 12 when they first met, and he was 31. ³She knew she didn¶t dream, but there«out there, somewhere was a man«a man she could trust, a man whom«´ she didn¶t know what to go on with. She wasn¶t as mighty as him, and he didn¶t seem to care. But, she was very Sinister and dark, and he used to say to her ³that she was deeper into the Mysteries´ than he was, and then she could only reason that that had to be the Mystery of Terror«laying no hands in-between, having a near identical Thought of religion as he«though not being as advanced in magick probably, nor in the many Mysteries. But, she knew her place at home, and she was very pampered by her husband and her man, a lover which was very attractive and highly sought after in an ideal woman¶s world«with liberated women and free Wills. But that was an ideal, and she thought herself lucky to be a part of this magickal man¶s wishes for the
future, even though she had to give birth to Borghild, which according to her, Mariel that is, would be akin to a ³snail´. End of story! Thus, to impart further knowledge, Mariel taught Sophia how to behave womanly, as Sophia Venn was quite slow and dull-witted when she was young, while Borghild constantly blabbering on about the most insane things, a thing she got from her grandmother on the father¶s side. But even she was well-cought compared to µswords¶. ..She seemed to entirely lack any form of some µcommon conciousness¶ that was being grounded«soaring high and low. But, she was very skilled with swords, and some might have called her a coward, but when she felt danger, or felt treathened she instantly gripped a long sword, a replica of either Carlos V¶s sword, or Tizona del Cid being the most familiar, having been trained with such swords since she was 10, learning the rudiments of some feinting, parrying, sword positions, and sword grip, while Sophia Venn was a crafty, hearhty, womanly girl«little Borghild was a boyish, tall, slender girlie, who liked to be teased about a thing from a child¶s Tv-Show, which is called µMummy¶, as in µthe Mummy¶, about the Mummy family, which lives in the Mummy Valley, together with ³Little Me´, ³the He-mole´, and her mother and father always teasing her with calling her ³Snoring Miss´, which always cheered her up when she felt down or low in spirits. But that¶s just the family as we know them, but then come the serious Work which they all contributed to«The Sinister Strategy of the Past was about War and Conquest, and their new home-land, called Seville by them all, which was called in older times simply Spain, or as the Spaniards themselves say: España still lived by this ancient principle of Conquest, and Seville was a land particularly favoured by the Sinister Dialectics, amongst whose others Names is«Sathan; the Dark Lord; the Dark Force«Azoth«Or, as they themselves like to Call him: diavolus«meaning ³end of god´ according to the Romans in their Roman Mystery Traditions, of whom Spain is still largely a part of, but with Spain being a bit more ³continental´ these days, having incorporated much of the Mediterrenean culture and haute couture, including that of several Arab States, as well as some ancient Egyptian Qualities such as alchymy, and the ³Art of making War´, which all stem from this country. That is«the Roman Conquistadores learned from the Egyptians how to successfully lead an army, and that is a part of what we call the Sinister Dialectics today«´The Art of Making War´«on its neighbours«On the other hand there¶s the Mystery of Al-Khem«It¶s uncertain where the Origin of this Semi-mythical land was once said to lie. But, according to Set it was to lie somewhere in the Valley of the Kings«somewhere between the Sphinx, and the Great Pyramid, some distance from Alexandria. But that ancient origin has never been found, or verified, so it lies best in the World of Myths these days. The secrets well contained within such orders as the Ordo Deorc Eorthe, or the Order of the Dark Earth, which is said to have pre-Sumerian Roots, stretching it¶s Way through Egypt and into the Holy Roman Empire, before finding its way to Seville, Spain, where this meeting took place three days after Sophia became 13. ³That was a Time of Great Joy´, said Darcora upon Sophia Venn¶s questions about the Holy Roman Empire. ³But, what¶s an Imperium in relation to an Empire, Sophia Venn?´ Orcara said. ³Hmm«´ the Dark Master replied. ³Well, it¶s a matter of internal politics versus external forces´, said Sophia Venn. ³In other Words more simple then´, said Damselin.
³Well, of course there¶s a relations between the external forces in the ways that they correlate to the internal politics, which creates, or produces such wares«or goods such as flour«corn that is.´ ³And so on«what does this Create in the Grand scheme of Wanting? What Change does it wreak«on the large Scale«on the External Forces???´ ³Well, that¶s complicated for most wise to know´, said Sophia Venn. ³..But when compared to Sinister Dialectics there would have to be a Relative Change in the World-scope, having a mayhem that can wreak Change«´ ³Hmm«´ said Orcara« ³..On this I mean..: An Empire is usually a small kingdom or land, controlled by a governing force that is somewhat interesting to behold for the mediocre, sly, insolent bastards of modern historians. This basis having it¶s roots in that the Folk began as a Small Tribe which grew large due to in-breeding and controlling the wares that were to be purchased, while as the external factors or forces of an Empire«contrary to an Imperium lies solely on whom enters the land in what business, and this business being trade, as opposed to Imperium whose business is War, this business is trade, and due to the settlement of these new-comers we will see an inter-breeding of several Folk, which can not normally lead to an Imperium, which we hope for, but with the Proper External Forces Prevalent, being War-like enough towards this Empire, and having as it¶s base Nationalist, and fascist lineage Brot und Boden we will have the Right to Imperium by whichever Forces are the Strongest, and what they aim, or intend to do during their long conquest«´ the Dark Master continued. ³And what about the Internal Forces of the Politics, Sophia Venn«How do they behave, and to what Agenda?´ ³Hmm, well«´ she said. ³I think, or would guess that their long-term goal would be World Conquest them being an Empire and All, but I really need to think about this one for a moment.´ ³Good´, said the Dark Master. ³So shall I«´ he said then. ³After an hour her thinking, sometimes philosophizing aloud and sometimes laughing, or chuckling of a conclusion she was ready to answer. ³Well, I¶ve Thought about it, and know that this may be true«so help me µgod¶!!!´ There was no humour amongst the others as they stared at her sinister-like, wanting to kill, murder, and rape the µgod¶ she was calling at. ³..Hmm«I dunno, but I guess the External politics would give in to the Internal Politics at the Height of the Imperium, which would give Riot among the populace of this once so might Imperium, but as to what factors control the Inner«or Internal Government could well be the External Powers, just like in A. Hitler¶s Germany, or they could be External Conflicts creating Internal Meaninglessness«just like in the Roman Imperium. But, I don¶t know what role the Internal Politics played on the External Conflicts in the case of War, as War was being built, and created on All Fronts just to Create Internal conflict at the End of this Imperium. But I don¶t know what caused the External Conflicts to Create such an Internal Change, but I guess I can fathom that War was the cause of the External Conflicting, and that this was about territory. That¶s easy enough, but what was the driving Force of the Internal Politics when it came to Internal Change, which resulted in utter desolation and Chaos. Shall I guess at it?´ ³Wait!´ the Dark Master said, and he whispered something in her ear for about quarter of an hour. Then she said: ³Well, I¶ve thought about it, and come to this conclusion: When we Create War we Create for Ourselves a Certain Stable Base, where internal conflicting can rise and give grounds to some meaningless«´ She paused. He wavered his finger as to go on. ³..Well, to show it off I would like to give this Example: What if the Devil«or Sathan as you say«´ There was much laughter about the Congregated, and even the Master himself Smiled a little bit. ³..I should tell a comrade that I
was without Grounds in Accusing him of Raping, but I wished to put him to the Test of trying to rape my Infant Daughter, which would place him at this..: a) he would deny«showing that he could, or could not possibly rape, but that he¶s not a pederast, or b) He could conform to my standards and wishes, thus showing that he¶s a) a pederast, and/or b) a Rapist, and then I would have to agree with what I should take up on him based on my own ethics«or morals as you say. And this is what I say when I meet a pederast in form of the Sun«the Mighty Imperium: ³I would not have done it so«´ and in this case the pederast would be as an Empire to the Imperium of the Sun. ³..I would have don it so it could be done. By this I wish to state that I am no pedophile, or want as one, but I might seem to agree just because that I am µamoral¶, or even µevil¶, wishing the World less Worldly ± thus including the Spiritual to the Grounds I would say to him: ³I would wish to wait until s/he was older so that I, or herself could choose for Ourselves, so that we would Master Ourselves instead of giving in to the Base urges that usually Reside in either an anxiety, or a panic-related anxiety due to the wishes of being close to something as nubile as a newly-born, but at the same time loathing such a closeness based on what Christianity has driven Mankind to. For such things are not normal, and I know that they may seem µamoral¶, or even somewhat µevil¶. But, is it real µevil¶ compared to what thy Soul would do to all the infants and newly-borns if it were to Rule? Would it not be a completely tyrannical Hierarchy, which would end in the down-fall and demise of itself?´ Then I would say to him: ³What if you were to Compare your base urges of that of a small Child, which are always insolent and urging to that of a Great Imperium? What would you then do?´ ³If he might, or might not be a rapist I might not be certain of, but when he did come to rape I would be sure about his lineage«He would be a Wild heathen, that¶s very Primal, and is also wished so very sincere that he can¶t hold on to the bars of himself, thus giving way to such grave insolence. ..Then he would be like an Imperium that never got of his start«Like an Imperium with only Spiritual Nurture, just like the Christian 1,000-year Reich, while on the other hand he would Never Rape he would not prove his innocence, but he would be like an Imperium that¶s never-ending, and that was what Adolf Hitler tried to create, based upon Ancient Traditions«creating for Himself a Name for the Future, so that He could live in the Memories of All Folks for All Eternity, and that is Something I¶m worthwhile to do«for him, my father«myself, and my sisters, of whom I also count in my Ranks Grymate and her Daughter, Grym-Grym Lyndaesen«or Lynda as she¶s commonly called. Then I/he would be like the most Splendid Star that we know of in Our galaxy«namely Our Own Star, the Sun, which would Gleam to the darkest Despair for all, never-ending Time, and I would be so Glad that I could be this´, I¶d tell him, and I¶d Say..: ³That to be wished the Brightest Star is when Nothing compared to Be the Sun that Started it all, and which Will still Be Bright at the End, which will at the Same Time be the Beginning of a New Change. And then, to end it all would be such a Boon, for all my Ancestors Would be Forgotten by this New Reichsherr, which Could Prove that he was innocent by both demands, and Really Coul Prove it despite whatever claims would be there by simply not doing it and knowing that you Wouldn¶t do it for whatever your lust it might satisfy as it went completely against your honour, and/or ethics, and then«only then Would you be to me like my father is to me«like A.H. was to his Imperium«like an Empire towards an Imperium, and like an Imperium without bounds. With this I¶d like to say«based on my own thinking«´ ³Ahem!!!´ the Dark Master said, wanting to point out that she got some help in
reasoning it through«´..Oh, well«And then got some shames«´ She laughed a little, and all the others except her daddy smiled a little. ³..Without help an Empire can grow lonely, but without help an Imperium will not flourish´, Orcara said. ³..Yes, well. I don¶t think I would say it just like that, but seen in the Essence of the ³dear´ Aeonics, and on the contradictory Sinister Strategy I would like to say that, yes, it is so, but I would like to add this: if you see a wayward woman helping someone«Would you say that she¶s: a) µevil¶; b) good, or c)both. I would say c)«both, for it is so much more difficult I am being taught to Master one¶s µevil¶ side and become benefactor to the many than to fall off in the waywardness when was originally intent on being µevil¶.´ What do I wish to understand?´ could be the original intent of such a bitterness or mis-contentment, or whatever you name or call it. But to climb above one such thing, and gain Balance in whatever you do doesn¶t take more than a meager Man with a hearthy Soul. But, to Climb Really above them All, and start implementing one¶s own Will, or by that saying Cosmic Wyrd would take more than a man. ..Then he would be something divine, and that would be to ³do as one wilt´, as my daddy told me a buffoon once said«living by the morals and the standards of his own time, and those of his own, internal darkness, instead of µrising above them both¶, and live according to one¶s own morals, however µamoral¶, or µevil¶ they may seem to the many. But they are not like the others«they are something more µamoral¶«they are something more divine. They have seen the Deepest Pits of Hell, and they¶ve climbed the highest Spires of Paradise, and they¶ve come to this conclusion that Paradise might be whatever you may seem to be to the relative populace of your time. Huh?´ She was a bit confused at Reasoning so vividly at her young age, but she quickly grasped it and continued. ³Heaven and Hell are because they are. And they shall be there for much more time. But, when you decide to Enter Hell, which is Not of This Place, which is more like Paradisio«or Paradise. Sorry for my Spanish there!!! And when you¶re Not there you must be Somewhere Else, for it can¶t be that the Hell is Void, or the Cosmos is Void when there are so many Planets out there. How can they be if they were not meant to be Paradises, or Hells of others? And whose given the right to proclaim that His Hell is the Only One? Who?!? µGod¶??? My father didn¶t think so, but I believe that Hell is such a mighty Place that I wished my Ancestors to go there could be one Plausible Reason if it¶s to be as mighty as this µgod¶ of Yeshua, whom I hate so much«the latter one that is! And when the Devil, or Lucifer says that he¶s going to be mightier than his creator, which is commonplace in the History of the Evolution of Man«wouldn¶t Hell be even beyond Time«having existed before Our Births, and after Our Births, and After All of Time would vanish in the face of Yeshua that Deceiver??? I think so! And I want to be there, and I want to be there together with my father, and by his Will alone will I serve him if he deems me needy, which is Something I¶m grown Accustomed to. Right Now I¶d like nothing better than to have his puck in my wishy pussy, and then to suck him I would need to«´ ³Shut up!!!´ Orcara yelled. The Dark Master hushed her down with his index finger and she tried to continue through her tears«reeking slightly of ecstasy at the Thought that she would live an eternity at some faroff place, doing all the things she wanted to do the most, with the man«the only man she loved«her own father, for all eternity. And that was as if Time didn¶t remember when it came back the last time and it always remembered to come back again, and it came loud and often. ³Just like fucking horses!´ she remembered that from a dream, and she remembered that this was about her father. She had lernt to tell one dream from another just by him telling
her some small, meandering stories from a life when she would be a grown-up. And she understood everything he said, but she was a bit slow and didn¶t react closely enough to his turning point to get the Real Essence behind these stories. But they were real to her no matter what anyone else would say. ³Nonetheless, you must always remember than there are frogs, and then there are dragons, and then there are snakes«not just Princes.´ And she wanted to flay and pound at them all in her vision, and she could hardly resist the urge to tear away at Orcara with her bare fists. Maybe it was some sort of black magick present? She didn¶t know until later that week that it had been a test for her to spot if there would be a traitor present, which the Master knew already would be Darcora. But, he didn¶t mind as he could always get it the way he wanted in Seville, Spain as he was reviled and feared, and when a Spaniard fears someone they Respect him, and when they Revile him they usually do his every Bidding. And when he¶s a Hermit as well, they just give praise to their µgod¶, which is hopefully as mighty as this Reviled man and they thank their µgod¶ for him being a Hermit and not a Terrorist of the Night, so they might as well honour him a little bit as the Spaniards are generally a very warm and hospitable Folk«And he was Cold as Ice by the way« One week later, in Norway the Temple of Azoth continued with its dark Rites in the Service of Sathan. The original intent of the Temple like many of the other Temples of the O.D.E. was to bring Sathan«this dark, Fiery Inferno that would instigate upon the World a new cycle of Changes. This time on a Cosmic scale, trying to get most of Mankind to become like Him before it was too Late, and they knew they Had the Rites if they would only become enough Scattered around the Western World to Bring down this Dark, Mighty, Sathanic Force so that He could revel in the Glory of His Gods, making sure that the plague µgod¶ and his liar of a son, Yeshua would not spread beyond this World and corrupt the Remainder of the Cosmos, knowing that if µhe¶d¶ do the entire World with all its Cosmos within and without would disappear in a flash of light and only µgod¶ and his slaves would exist, living in torment the very lot of them, and then all would be Void for they who came before«who were Old even when compared to Sathan, and being far mightier«entolling his worthy respect«and Worship. Some of the Temples were un-Enlightened µegotist¶ shows led by one man, who¶d use his Temple and members for all its worth, trying to succor them into granting him his every pleasure of the material. But, there were others who used different methods to attain similar goals, but who used their Selves to attain a higher glory in the Service of a God that was so Mighty, so entertaining to the tantalizing mind that he, this Dark Master had thought it had been for naught«to live, to think, to eat, to be. Everything had been so solemn, and so depressing that an escape into Darkness had been the only viable option. And that had been the Creation of a New Order that had as its intent to Bring the Dark Sathan himself so that they could win over µgod¶, and lay waste to the cruel tyranny that seethes through and permeates the World these days, so that we could one day, once more«for one Chance«once again live as Human Gods. But Sathan deceives all the people of the World it¶s said, but that¶s only when you don¶t Fall into His Dark path«when you Fall into His pit of the Abyss, when you learn to find some sympathy for Him, and when he listens to you and offers you a Way Forward which is built solely on your own Strength. And if you can learn to Raise Yourself up to His Level he Will help you according to his plan«as decreed to Him by his own Gods: Athushir; Budsturga; Gaubni; Dagon, and Darkat«5 in number, and very
Worthy of Respect. 5 for the various types of brains we have in our mind«5 for the number of aorta that goes to Our Heart, and 5 for the number of protrusions that extend from Our main body-mass: the head; two arms«two legs. 5 for the number of toes, and 5 for the number of fingers on each hand«All these together make a great Dragon, and isnæt Sathan the Great Dragon himself«devouring all imbeciles who are to weak to fight Him when they are attacking Him, or are too imbecile to Listen to His Wisdom when, after all he comes from the Deep Caves of the Earth, and they Can Stretch Far below into the Underground. And is it not there that the Unknown is«in the deepest Recesses of the Earth«deep Beneath the Caves of the Sea, where even the most dreaded Serpents dare to Tread. ³But before Dagon wished I was very Afraid´, said Sathan. ³..I was wished less, but he seemed to Compel me«and dragged me downwards, till I could fall no Further. ..And it was there that I faced µgod¶, and all his disowned Glory«´ ³And I spat in his face´, said the Serpent, and that Was the Voice of Dagon I recognized. ³Now I need only the Light of the Moon´, I said to myself«above myself, and without myself«exalting all above myself. ³And then«´ said Sathan through the Dark Temples of His Might ³...There came along a Man that ordered me to fall on my knees for Him, for he was more than Might!´ ³And I thus called Him The Dark Master, and he obeyed some Gods and Goddesses I later found out.´ ³But to what Gods shall I pay Homage´ he asked me´, Sathan said. ³And at that moment I knew I was lost to me, as he himself felt that he said he was lost to me. He was in the Dark still, that I could know. But I also knew that he would fall little further than I, and I deemed that he was fit to Rule the Underworld, so I termed him The Dark Master. ..And I later knew that I was to be a mere mortal for him as I was to swap my Life in for him Granting me an Heir to All the Worldly which would always be called Imperium, and through this Heir, and through my Birth«´ I could not believe my eyes!!! All these visions were so real«and vivid! And so he called..: ³I wish to Create for thyself a mighty Army, with whom I¶m content with myself, and who shall bear in their name the Seal of my family. And through my Heir shall thee have thy Sun as I wish for My Imperium!!!´ How could I be dis-content with that?!?´ Sathan said«´And I saw to that he was worshipped by friends and kin«´ he continued.
Chapter III: A World-View«
The Dark Master had learned to Master himself, which was the utmost Reason for him following the Left-Hand Path, and despite what Other, more Modern Satanists«Orthodox, or not might mean«¶god¶ was a worthy adversary for his Own, Dark Lord«Sathan. The Dark Master was mainly self-schooled in the Ways of philosophy, religion, metaphysics, and magick, and who in those days«at the Autumn, or probably at the Beginning of the Winter Phase of the Imperium he would become such a Great Man that he would be completely Forgotten. But that¶s the price for delving to deep and far underground. But he didn¶t mind for all that fame and glory. He was quite content in his Sol Niger that he¶d
have enough money to fend for himself, that he¶d have enough pussy to fuck, and that he¶d have a daughter, with whom he could possibly fuck. But that was before he knew anything about himself«before he saw visions. He had Fallen to far on the pathworkings for any gods to Master him except for perhaps Athushir and Budsturga of Sathan¶s Gods, but they didn¶t mostly matter about the Refuge as he was kind to little trolls«like Sathan had been to them so many Aeons ago, and he seeked the warm Comfort of his next of Kin, which might mean that he might have the Moon in the Hermit. ..That meant that he might be the old Hermit himself«the very thunder-lizard ± the only mortal man that might ever best Sathan in real Combat. But they weren¶t too sure. Then Sathan said..: ³Aww, come on! Give µim a Chance!´ And so they let him Fall further into the Abyss to see how long he could fall. And, he went far«further than anyone could have imagined. And he went further down beyond Athushir, coming down to the Moon, and then he came close to Sathanas. And, then he went further down beyond even that one!!! And, he went further«till he neared Budsturga, and he went beyond that one too!!! ³Will this near No End?!?´ Athushir Thought, and she was sure that he was the old, sly Hermit that wants, but never can get enough. ³And he continued going under!!! How far?!?´ Athushir nearly screamed. And then..: ³So, the bottom was nearly reached he said to himself, and lauged, and smiled, and chuckled a little bit about that.´ And they«the others saw that he bore no grudge against them for tempting him to find the bottom of himself. Then said Shugara«the Very Moon in himself that: ³There will be some few other who are going to be very jealous´«´And when they know they can¶t be as damned raw or rancid or corny???´ the Dark Master said to his own Mind, and smiled and laughed a little on his inside. And, Athushir urged him forwards towards combat. But, neither choosing side, nor encountering themselves personally, she ushered Sathanas to go back at his side as he was something very meager than she, or Sathan had first expected, and saw that a long way lay ahead of them if they were going to save this squalid state. But he knew that the Star in him wouldn¶t give him any rest Until He stood at the final top of himself«to do that which he had always wanted..: to revel in all the little pleasures he had had left in his meager little life as a Hermit«enough money to get by, a sweet, little, cherishable daughter, and enough pussy to revel in until he¶d gotten his exacting Revenge on the World«the End of All and Everything. One day, barely able to fend for himself«eating little, having a bad drug habit, eating nerve pills like candy, almost working himself into a very stalwart and crazy neurosis ³because the World would end today so must finish my Work so I¶ll be remembered!!!´ syndrome of a very bad psychosis, which happens when you¶re separated from all your dear ones and family, stuck on a farm where the only females worth looking at or talking to on a regular basis are 6 and 8 year old, and when doing a lot of pathworkings and working on how to find the secrets of the spiritual alchemy, reading a lot of National-Socialist writings and working your ass off for a crazy farmer with no wants«without being paid in pussy because there are no females around that you can talk to on a daily basis because you work on a farm can be bad enough. But when you try performing Empathic Magick on a farm when there¶s a lizard striving to get free from your subconcious, and the farmer is constantly hassling you about not working too fast and the farmer¶s wife being too ugly to puke on, let alone get horny on you turn to his daughters, which become an object of Desire. And, Desire, unlike Empathy«Empathy being much darker and suffering at the objects of wanton it¶s easy to
understand that one tries to seek one¶s mate among one¶s equals. And, the Dark Master«thinking himself charismatic and handsome sees a lot of auras, or personality types in the way, shape, fashion, and form of colours on all the people around him, and seeing that he has Empathy for little girls as well as animal fuckers soon starts to lose his mind«out of wanton. And not promised his share of old, wanton pussies start to turn to the younger to let His Empathy turns towards µamorality¶ instead of µevil¶«trying to Master it as to not rape some babies or animals out of lust. For those were Wild, crazy days for a very wanting man. And the young girls were charismatic and very pretty, and they seemed very warm and inviting. So one day«out of pure frustration, not being able to find any peace or comfort at his adobe on the farm goes off into the Hills and start wanking. ..Then the first visions appear, and he believes«he knows«he¶s certain..: He¶s wanking to the youngest of those girls«the 6-year old. And, trying to escape that a sight appears in his mind«her 8-year old sister. And, he¶s still Wanking! How µamoral¶ was that? How necessary was that? I know, for sure that that was part of his Destiny, and that Destiny was so wild and unfathomable that only Sathan could have attempted to save himself for wanting that that day. But Sathan let it put to the Test, and he found out«a few years later, when he was starting to come down from All that Black Magick that eventually led to his madness, and ultimately led to the Salvation of his Soul into the Arms of Hell that he had indeed Empathy for little girls, and that he had needed to feel what it was like if he¶d raped her this day«this little six-year old girl which he was so fascinated by, and so intruiged«and so very bewildered, and so charmed, and so wanton. Ah, ooo, ooh! Oh well«better stay away from that in this life-time and wait for better«newer chances. But Burgit has been to this day and age possibly one of his best, sweet, little maidens able to be plucked, but so unseemingly young, and way to young to puck. ³So, damned it!´ he said to himself«´I¶m going to stay here longer«a few Winters and a few Summers, and then, dammit, I¶m going to marry this damsel! Then she might be mature enough, and then she might be thirteen. And then«and then«´ That was so heart-breaking to him. She seemed to understand everything he felt and he so often wanted to just speak to her, but it wouldn¶t be allowed. He knew this. He was in the service of some higher forces, and she probably thought that he couldn¶t be trusted to tell her secrets to. Then he wanted to Rage«he wanted to kill. He wanted to kill her, to Rage on Her. But then he got the better of it..: How about I kill off all the rest and burn it all down? Kill the rest of the village harlots, and marry this one and that one, and I could probably take her baby brother as a foster son«What he couldn¶t believe was that two so ugly, unseemly people like their parents could give birth to two girls that were so pretty. Then he thought of raping the 6-year old and the 8-year old, and smacking the 3year old. But he got the better of it«Got away from there after being fired from his Job, being forced to move within the Week-End. Having no way to turn to«´Gotta try«Move away!´ He finally found refuge with a new-found mate that was into Traditional Devil-worship, although of a more orthodox lineage and view and he stayed in the woods outside his father¶s house for a few days until he got a flat. Then all came unraveling«´So, what was Paradise like in those days?´ Burgit asked when they met some years later«still in her own village, living on that same farm as he had intended to visit her when she was 13 and fuck her mind out. But, he had been delayed a year or so«mostly due to being overworked as well as feeling a little guilty for not treating her like a queen, and having somewhat of a bad conscience for leaving her in a jam. She seemed as if though she was striving so hard to hold
on to some things, that she strived so hard to make the endings meet. But I guess she wasn¶t more desperate then than the Dark Master was when he first visited her again«to talk to her«to explain, to wish for happiness«to fuck her again until her mind blew out. But she was very dear to him, but he didn¶t need her as he needed one certain, other individual«his own, very sweet, tender daughter that had such a lust that it would be near enviable by the Dark Master when he would be 14. But now he thought it as natural a few years after the little girl had ripened. He was deeply involved in Politics nowadays, trying to pave way for a New Fascist line in Seville. There already was a Nationalist party in Spain, but they were supporting the ETA, and that didn¶t go well by him. After all, Basque Country had always been a part of Spain since Franco¶s Time, and why the hell should they be separated now?!? It wasn¶t laudible, it didn¶t make sense. It was just sad«So, shortly, after a while he considered to withdraw from Politics altogether when a young man«from the Democratic Party said he would like to work more closely with him, and he had said that he had watched him from afar and that he exuded such a Majesty. But he never mentioned anything about the Dark Master being in league with the Devil, but somehow he suspected, or seem to knew. Who knew what mighty Political Contacts he might have ahead of him, or indeed had. But the Dark Master was working after a plan, a plan called sometimes Aeonic Strategy, which was all about raising the Conciousness of the Folk in even, calculated periods within one¶s own lifetime, and this was done in accordance with Sinister Strategy. Sinister Strategy is a Strategy on how to select«or whom to selct in accordance with a Sinister Goal. Dabblers in this field planned for centuries, or millennia, but the Dark Master planned for 4-5 years ahead, while at Aeonic Strategy he planned for 10,000¶s of years ahead, but that was an entirely different Strategy. It involved planning Cosmic Expansions in the very wide sense to more specifically included, such as planning the Evolution of a planet for instance, and Sinister Strategy, combined with the Sinister Dialectics, or how to make Sathan more manifest to this World came to him when he read another Order¶s manuscripts on Aeonics, and he couldn¶t quite fathom how anyone could be so smart as to see the links described therein so he got a bit scared. But separating them into two or three separate parts made him able to Reason it into: Sinister Strategy; Aeonic Strategy, and the Sinister Dialectics, which all made Manifest Through Sathan made the Throbbing Heart of a God come alive in all and everything as everything was alive. That was why he had been so scared. He couldn¶t believe that this so-called Grandmaster of that other Order, believing himself to be a Satanist could wish for µgod¶s¶ return«That¶s so, oh well«fucking Sick!!! There must be something awfully wrong with him then, this man whom so many other men ass-licked. But the Dark Master chose not to follow him, but trusted more the Newer Representative of that Order as he learned some More Practical Skills as he had wanted all the Way. And sitting down to study his Painting he soon took up Painting himself, with serious Writing coming very soon after that. But the Dark Master hadn¶t felt that his Creative Potential was Fulfilled Yet, so he took up some skills in Musick and started Creating his own Sinister Works«intent on bringing Death through his musick«trying to invoke as many Suicides as was possible without being there to slit their wrists himself, or hanging them upright, or making any type of atrocity towards them where he would take the blame.
After all«weren¶t they great losers from the start, wanting to die before knowing the Glory of Sathan?!? He knew it for sure« So, he was Damned. Now how about this certain, entertaining newsflash? I am Wise«you possess knowledge«Who do you think will be better off fending for himself when the System goes down and Total Chaos reigns? That will Probably be me, but that¶s not for Sure now, is it? µCause you claim to be blessed by µgod¶, and you suspect that I¶m a heathen ³¶cause I did not say anything about my faith or religion´«right? Well, what would you say that one of my gods is the Adversary of your ³divine maker´, who can¶t even promise you a real Paradise on Earth now that all are believing the World going to Hell and trying to invent it. Well, I got news for you, bubba..: The World ain¶t going to hell. ..Hell¶s already gone far away from this place because it was way too rotten for it. So, Paradise came. And, if you call this World Paradise«what would you Call Hell then? Cool??? So, I¶m better off with my Wisdom in knowing for sure«because the Wise people know, and the other might be knowledgeable, but they don¶t know with an absolute certainty that they can take with them to hell. ..But, they think they know, and so«therefore they think that they might be blessed, but they don¶t know that for sure, for they are not blessed. We are All Damned in this World! Orcara had killed a guy in self-defense and she was accused with manslaughter. She needed the help of the Order, and so went about contacting her trusted fellows as discreetly as possible, using hidden gateways and links to get in touch with them and ask for their assistance. A week passed before she got a reply from two of the three she¶d contacted, other than the Dark Master, who replied after three weeks. He said: ³Dear Orcara«What eventual injustice has befallen you for defending your honour? Unfortunately I myself can offer little assistance in choosing attorneys, nor do I own any cops in Norway, nor am I very intimate with royal pardons. But«it seems to me that you need some sort of alibi, and unless there were too many witnesses, or the cops caught you red-handed and don¶t have a murder weapon I guess you can always come to stay with us for a couple of weeks, all of us claiming that you were here for the last two months prior to the attack. I trust this will gowell as I¶m on very good terms with all the Policia Local and La Guardia Civil down here as I¶m a trusted, and well respected citizen down here due to the hospitality of the Sevillan people. I can get them to claim that they visited here just about a few hours before the attack, playing with the kids at the current time, and La Guardia Civil had the normal check-up on us, which they do every forthnight or so, and they saw that everything was in order, and they even took your name as they didn¶t recognize you. You had been shopping the other times they were around and these were new officers of La Guardia Civil who¶d only been at us a couple of times before, and one time you were even sleeping upstairs in the guest bedroom. If that¶s not enough I can get someone, probably the cops who were here at the time to sign a written statement that they had to take you to the mental asylum, forging all the necessary documents in doing so as I¶m a well respected citizen among the local populace trying to build a great name for Spain once again. I can imagine that the Policia down here likes me that well is because I¶m anti-Franco; anti-ETA; anti-EU, and while they might not like it they also know that I¶m anti-NATO, but they seem to like it that I¶m pro-UN, as I, as well as many of them believe that there should be
basic human rights for us all, and that is something I know they fathom, so I trust it will be problem in trying this method. Unfortunately I don¶t live in Portugal where I do own a cop«who¶d like to work for me if he¶d get the chance. If you would like to go there I could tell him by mail about the situation, and he¶d tell them that you are his woman, and that you were fucking like rabbits when the attack is supposed to have happened. Unfortunately I have no money to spare for other than a round-trip ticket to any given destination that you might get away with. But I promise you that if you vouch for either one of these ways you¶d be safe from the law of that dirty, old, rotten country of that Jew-infested government. The reason the Policia check up on us is that we keep mainly to ourselves, so they feel obliged to check up on us unless any harm befall us, and we¶re too respected and well off usually for any harm to come to us. Besides Our Policia likes the fighting spirit of some certain individuals of our family, and they like the tendency of the whole family of ³sticking with like-minded to be without the risk of housing strangers that won¶t do us no good.´ So, if you¶d like a safe haven, now, or anytime soon make sure to phone us at our house phone and I¶ll be sure to get you a good alibi. You may stay as long as you¶d like, dear friend. Yours sincerely, the Dark Master«´ The letter was sent by hushmail on the Internet as all respected members of the Temple of Azoth, and the O.D.E. had several e-mail accounts, only using their hushmail accounts for secure mails as should be since it was a fully encrypted mail server that¶s accessible from any computer world-wide that¶s got Internet connection. Safety first as always, unless you¶re a New Initiate of the Order when you live enough on ³the edge´ of the Abyss, just to garner enough Experience from living so that you can manage on your own for a while. Then you go on living on ³the edge´ again«this time only more wizened«Orcara hadn¶t decided to do that drastic step as the Dark Master had done so many years ago«to Master the Abyss in herself, and Becoming the Shadow of her Soul. But that was her choice. She was among the most respected Members of the O.D.E. and she was in dire need for some outside assistance now, and she knew that she could try any of her trusted fellows in the Order and in two out of three cases she would always get positive help in some form or other. But, she rarely asked for help as she was very Self-sufficient, and thus a highly respected member of her own Temple, and in the Order in general. That was all there was to say about the matter. Now she needed some help« Orcara and the Dark Master hadn¶t met until a few years after the Temple of Azoth and the Ordo Deorc Eorthe had made a stable Internet presence. Then she Contacted the Dark Master through his hushmail account as she thought that the O.D.E. seemed more humane than her previous Order, which she couldn¶t fathom at it¶s hidden roots were Gnostic, antiCosmic devil-worship which were more Christians than pagans, having only one god to turn to, and in the case of the Old Grandmaster asking him for advice in almost any circumstance only to hail himself as a god, caring nothing for anything than his own µegotism¶ pure and simple. He only wanted to look good and favourable in the eyes of the many in the history to come, and she wanted something softer, more feminine that was essentially heathen, all the while µamoral¶ with a slight touch of µevil¶ on a trial-by-error basis, claiming that you can commit a crime against Nature 2-3 times but if you won¶t shape up after that Time we¶ll make sure that you¶ll burn in Paradise forever, looking for your servitor µgod¶«Yeshua, and licking his ass for him to torment you further. Or, you could follow our path, and we¶d probably
make sure that if you were worthy. That is a natural, honest, stalwart, and forthright person we¶d make sure you¶d go to hell to sin forever and live in the cool, temperate shades, with Change coming in once in a while to wipe all the bad vibes away if you chose that. That is«if you ruled a domain in hell of course as the Dark Master had done since 1997 a.h. which was some while ago. But, he had searched for ³Paradisio´ back in 1347, and in 1711 a.h. but to no avail. But, the Devil«Sathan, and/or Lucifer had made sure to remember this ancient Soul that was 711 years in all«living only two conscious lives before turning into the Dark Master. He was very old«If you were only 4-5 years older according to this scale you¶d be termed Cthonic, and then you¶d be Very Dark. The Dark Master was glad he had decided to stay where he was at the current time, enabling him to do as he wanted in the World as long as he kept to his own family and morals. He was a step beyond Good and Evil, and he could go no further to become a Cosmic Being, but the Antichrist had been there, trying to incite him to go even beyond that, to that of a Cosmic Being«creating gods in his own names. But it had been to Grotesque, as he would have to have raped and killed his own first-born daughter«his very Own Heart-Stone«his Heart-Seeker, Sophia Venn«his alpha & omega, his all and nothing«his everything. ³Ah, ah, ooh, ooh«now, now! Ah, ah, ooh, ooh!´ Sophia Venn was fucking her father for the first time. She had touched herself a little bit beforehand, but felt it was kind of awkward. But one day her father sat down with her in their double-bed and said: ³Hi!´ She wanted to kiss him, so she smiled. Then he said..: ³Do you know what I want to know about you, Sophia Venn, dear? How you can be so sweet and cuddly to me when I can¶t get enough of you«´ ³Is that so wrong?´ she asked. ³Well, what do I want to do now then?´ she asked. ..She wanted to take a shit. ³Well«´ her father said ³..I¶m very sure that you want to take a shit as you always do when you get out of bed after the siesta«´ She kissed him, and he stroked her thigh gently. She was surprisingly shocked to say the least, and he kissed her again. This time she used her tongue, massaging it within his own mouth. And then he put his hand on her pussy and he started rubbing it gently. ³Ah, ah, ah«oom, mmm, mmm´, she said. She was feeling so warm all over, and she was feeling so wet down there. ³Ooops!´ she said, and then he laughed, and then she laughed and took of her pants before inciting him to lie down and French with her. She was so warm! ³And she was so wet´, he could remember«savouring it, and wanting to know it. He rubbed her cunt gently in massaging strokes and he could feel that she got wetter and wetter. Then she tried to take off her pantyhose, but his hand stopped hers and he started stroking her under her night blouse. She didn¶t wear a bra while sleeping, and her teats were nice and small. Then he suddenly took her night-blouse off and started rubbing her nipples. She just said ³Ooo..!´ when he tore of her night-blouse and she suddenly knew what the word ³horny´ meant. They made love for many hours, and he made her shit his mouth the first Time they slept together. Then he fucked her tiny arse, followed by some tight jabs in the very nice cunt, and she was so happy. And, she wanted so much more of him that she could hardly wait« ³I want War, and my Destiny was to be a Warrior, but I¶m also a politician´«he was honest. ³We need a new Empire«a New Imperium in the West, which would be at the Height of the Roman Empire´«he was skillfully manipulating, trying to be highly rhetorical about
his musings. He said: ³We need a War-Imperium where Conquest of the Stars would be a long-term Goal, but we also need to secure for Ourselves a Homeland´«he was skillfully manipulating through two very certain truths according to his Wisdom. There was a lot of mumbled voices as he went silent for a few seconds. He ushered them to let him continue«´Do you remember the Holy Roman Empire, do you remember the Conquistadores? What did they do? Did they not Conquer? And do we not have this relative wealth and status because of such men? And what do I say? We need a New Fascist Europa«a Europe that¶s built on equality among its true people. And what do I mean? A Europe where it¶s allowed to hate one¶s next of kin, and that means to be a Racist in some small degree or not. And why¶s that so important??? Well, it¶s shown in Nature that only tribe, or flock members get along well with eachother. And why do we need a new Fascist Europa then? Because it seems in Nature that there is a certain pecking-order, a certain hierarchy where the alpha males take the positions as flock leaders, and that is fascism. And do you know what else is fascism? War«And where do we find War in Nature??? Well, that¶s with Predator killing Prey, and how are we separate from this Nature that permeates us us surrounds us? We¶re not, so therefore fascism is the most correct and honourable form of rule for any state in the West, and by that we mean Europa«the Old West. And, there¶s a certain need for a Nationalist akin to the Way the Vikings portrayed it.´ He was taking a very tactical break before he sighed and continued«´A New Fascist, Nationalist, and Racist Europa would lead the Way to the Stars where we would pave the Way for a New Kind of Evolution of Mankind, of atavisms of human stock, which would be far superior to any Man today. And we would see the rise of bionics and Cybernetics, and we would enable the few remaining humans left on this planet a Chance to develop and grow despite of this planet being abused to the utmost by Every Living Human being that has ever worked in the Name of Progress, and where do we Start this Cosmic Evolution with the Following Cosmic Expansion??? On Mars«that¶s where the answer for where the near future is going. After that«Outer Space! For we have to face it soon, and start moving before it¶s too late..: The Earth is going to be depleted of raw materials in a millennia, or two, and we have no time to waste!´ He was skillfully manipulating them towards a higher purpose«one that would envelop the Cosmos and make Man as God. And one of the purposes was to crush the opposition of Yeshua, and his µgod¶, whom had extolled such a tyranny on the West for over a thousand years, and enough was enough. He didn¶t know where, or when Yeshua and his µgod¶ would be crushed and incinerated, but he knew that it would happen within the next 2,000 years, for they could not afford to bring along Yeshua to the furthest-most reaches, or else the Pest of µgod¶ would Conquer his plan and incinerate everything in being, and that was awful now that he, and his family, as well as other Order and Temple members had been striving for the same goals for more than a decade. ³..Now listen..: I am an old Warrior, and I believe that the Soul can live forever. But how can it live when Paradise is full and there are constantly being born new humans? We need to create new Paradises, and then we need Gods out there as well. So, therefore we must all those of us who are Catholics, or Atheists, or Agnostics, and not Heathens, which have their own Gods believe in one god«the Very source of Life«the Living Water, that resides within us all, and that Can teach us to Live according to Our own Rules. It is this god that can teach us to Master our Dark nature«the very µevil¶ inside of us all and make us as complete as we can in order to come as close as
possible to this God, which is the Water of the Wise. And I say to you this: We need to be strong and form a New, Fascist, and Racist Europe where we want to live in peace with our own kind, and not bring in to many foreigners. Do you not believe in the Sanctity of your own family???´ ³Yeah, yeah, yeah!!!´ they yelled and clapped. ³Yes, I know I believe in the Sanctity and love of my Family, but I also know the Love of a Folk which are my brethren, and although I keep mostly to my own I have chosen to be here because you are not as inhospitable as the Northern Europeans. And why do I know that? Because I have betted on every game that I would one day find peace and happiness with my own family in a country that would worship the very ground that my family walks on. And I know this«my family is well respected although we have only been here for four years. But why should you be the pawn in an International Conspiracy of Jewry Power Players that only intend to eradicate the World? Not when the International Jewry, like the Zionist Pigs which has run the government of Norway for many years, if not decades even doesn¶t believe in Yeshua, who was the son of Santa Maria«the Holy Virgin. And what¶s with the Jew, that they even can¶t expect that a god can be Born of a Mortal Woman? Is there anything wrong with that? Do you remember the Greek Hero Hercules? Wasn¶t he hailed as a god«probably even exalted above them, doing feats that none of them dared? And was not he the Son of a god and a Mortal Woman??? Yes.´ He sat down again, and he could smell the sweet smell of victory. The plans wouldn¶t bear any real fruits for another few centuries, but his Heirs would all be there to collect it while he was to be forgotten. That was great to him as long as he fulfilled his promise to his Heart-Stone, that she could inherit it all«Heaven, as well as Hell, as long as she obeyed her mother, and honoured her. The she could have her freedom under responsibility. And she took good care of herself and mended herself from any mental injury that the other family members had inflicted upon her. But then again he had taught most of his daughters to be resilient, and when the mothers taught them the same way they¶d eventually learn to be tough and Self-sufficient«enabling them to survive in the coming millennia. He walked slowly out of the theatre and ushered the reporters off and said ³Commenta? No, no!´ to them all«meaning: ³No comments!´ He knew that in ten to twenty years there would be a stop of immigration from non-Western Lands, and there would be mass deportations of these foreigners. ..In 50 years time there would be Racial Riots, and within 150 years there would be a large-scale War that would open the eyes of the World as a whole, and within a 1,000 years they would already have travelled to the deepest recesses of the Outer, known Space, and possibly have established the 1,000-year Reich of War & peace, and he was quite content. He had said what his visions had told him through all these Dark Years waiting for his Heir«his Heart-Stone«his one and true love in life, his all and nothing. He paid attention to all the major Spanish newspapers the following weeks in addition to some large, International, Western newspapers and magazines like Le Monde, The New York Times, and Der Spiegel to see if there were any Comments to his very fluent speech. He knew he had made a great impression on the locals, but he wished to know whether or not it had been enough for the Western Press to notice. El Pais wrote a few comments, so did Der Spiegel, and so did Le Monde, and he answered every inlay with a personal letter to the Writer, hoping, and almost felling assure that that would make a greater impression to the greater populace of the World. In Every letter he wrote he wrote clearly, and in detail what he
meant about all such interesting things such as ³A New Nationalism´; ³A New Fascist Europe´; about Cosmic Evolution, and the Cosmic Expansion that was about to happen if we acted accordingly when the Time was Right, and he stressed that we needed to act now, or rather soon or else it would be too late and we would lose track of the Main Objective, which permeates all of Nature...: ³The Survival of the Species´. It was a mix of rhetorics, lies, speech, and some personal information on his Political Life, Studies of the Dark Side, as well as his educational schoolings, and he hoped they would all go well. His letters ³To the Editor´ created much debate, but after 4-5 years of correspondence with very little Wisdom or insight on the others behalf, and no support the debates faded, but by that time Things had begun to Change, and Small Changes were being wrought all over the World, but mostly in South America, but also somewhat skillfully and thoughtful in Europe as well. But, he had stopped caring«The effects were now irreversible. ³So, the Change had been wrought???´ he said and laughed by himself at all the folly of all these Fools who couldn¶t see one straight line regarding who was fit to rule. It was clearly up for a Fascist, and Racist New Europa in some centuries time, and then His Master, and his Heirs would Harvest all the fruits of his ingenious Work.
Chapter IV: A Change«
The Congregation followed him in µThe Words of Sathan¶, spoken aloud in the Rite of Sathan, which was a lesser Rite for the Temple«mainly focusing on larger-scale Aeonic Rites that would certainly be very fruitful in conjunction with the Worldy Works of the Real Masters of the Underground«the Dark, Satanic Masters living in the West. The Congregation chanted: ³In the Beginning was the Word, and the Word was Chaos, and the Chaos was Thought, and the Chaos of Thought was Anarchy«´ and so they continued, followed by the µAktlal Maka¶ chant. Then the Mistress rang the gong seven times, and the Rite was Concluded. Chaos was Coming to Norway and the British Isles in 2017 a.h. and it manifested in Norway as a great Riot, where the general populace went to strike against the increase of food prices inflating. And the strike turned violent as some fascist, few as they were, started attacking the pigs, and then the cops came in with billy clubs, rubber bullets, mace, and shields, and the Norwegian people, so seemingly dis-content with the behavior of the cops started rioting. Few places were left unscathed. The riots lasted for three-quarters of a year, all the way into 2018 a.h. In England the Sect of the ONA gained some foot-hold, and gained some quite powerful, Self-Possessed individuals who went about killing on ONA¶s command until the combined forces of the police and the National-Socialist Movements had seen enough of the Works of these ³seemingly overbloated, inflated Jews´, and were ready to wipe out the entire Order to get them from killing their countrymen. So, the National-Socialists started infiltrating ONA groups instead of trying to root them out en masse, and crippled and
mutilated a whole bunch of them before the rest of them fled the country. But, the NationalSocialist Movements of England had gotten enough and declared«nay, decried a War against these Jewry Satanists, and recruited largely, which resulted in a great battle with them and the cops, which the N-S¶ sadly lost, meaning that the colonialism and imperialism of the UK might once again be on the prowl, probably invading Norway to root out the remaining Temples of the ODE by the Special Air Service. But, that could become very risky for the British government as they would gain several powerful enemies among Satanic Fascist supporters who were just beginning their Spiritual Search in the World, and they could be quite rich and/or influential, and could drive most of the Continent into a War against the British Isles«a War that Great Britain couldn¶t possibly hopefully win, even in the smallest margin. But, later«in the first Century in the Second Millenia anno horrificus, England did invade Scandinavia¶s Norway because they seized the opportunity to draw attention from their own, dis-honourable acts due to the very Real Occurrence of Riots breaking Out all over Europe due to the price of gasoline. But that was the end-marker for the Satanic Fascists of Northern Europe. While all the Temples had been withdrawn from Norway prior to the invasion«knowing of course of the plans well ahead of time. Its members housed by powerful Satanic Fascists all across Europe, and some even staying at the Dark Master¶s old, Sevillan family house. Now they were so mad that they Hired some local populace and armed them, and tried to seize Power, a result which ended in several casualties on both sides, and the Satanic Fascists having to play a very Tactical Game«it eventually gave rise to a New, Nationalist Northern Europe, encompassing the Satanic Fascists, National-Socialist, democrats, and fascists, and they lived in peace on their home Soil for approximately 100 years or so before an all-out War began to rage across all of Northern-, and Eastern Europe, with a lot of in-fighting, but generally Folk against Folk, trying to blame one side, or the other for Historical genocides that might, or might not happen. Welcome to Le Fin de Siecle, or as we should probably explain it a bit further..: The End of Imperium, or The Height of Man. During the 30¶s Riots in France µswords¶ was a lethal force«Arousing suspicion in Paris, wandering strenuously in with a couple of damask steel broadsword, vambraces, and greaves, and with a backpack containing some iron rations, some litres of water, a chain shirt, and some other necessary provisions she was ready to partake of any skirmishes that might occur between the Frenchies. That¶s also why her father called her µchancey¶, as she was always chancy in a sword-fight entailing the Western Martial Arts known as µPhysis¶, a Martial Art that was genuinely Western in Origin, and that placed honour, respect of women, and chivalry in a high regard, and she was ready to battle for what it was worth. She got a few battle-scars before withdrawing to Norway where she was a local pest, becoming old and sly. But, due to her being with µswordsley¶ she was brave enough as a Physis Ranger to take control over the Physis Ranger division, and believed she had the power to control the µPhysis Warrior¶ branch, and the µPhysis Voivode¶ branch in addition, but she strived to gain control over them both until the day she died. She was a bit weird by normal standards, but she was an average girl with a lot to get going. She fathered one woman and two sons, whom she all bewed with the loss of her father, µswordsley¶. But they weren¶t her Character, but she loved them all the more as they proved no threat to her limbs. And as can be said about µswords¶: ³Ah, I¶m losing my virginity as I speak«´ I get she got more and more horny the more she
spoke, and she couldn¶t seem to shut up for more than a few seconds of a time. But that was ok as long as her µswordsley¶ kept her pre-occupied with a sword and dagger or a couple of swords, which they used to play-act, and pretend they were Gladiators several times a week from the year she turned 11, having an intense fascination for swords. Her half-sister, Lynda would take charge of the µPhysis Voivode¶ Division after her mother, Grymate¶s death, and she passed it on to her own daughter whom she had begotten with her own father. Lynda being equally skilled as Borghild with swords, but being more general in battle prowess as to what kinds of swords she could use. While Borghild specialized in knives, daggers, and European broadswords, Lynda could use any sword from anywhere in the World with equal skill. Of her Children little is said, but she died at home with her family present, and she was a true Matriarch in all instances, unlike Sophia Venn, who was utterly dedicated to her father. Lynda kept her family close to her, and taught them all the Ways to fight with swords«with any weapon, and she taught them the ways of sneaking and camoflaguing, as well as any survival skill she could muster. She kept her family close to her Chest, and travelled nowhere far without having at least a few of her family members present. She loved her mother dearly, and had sort of an Oedipal Complex towards her, having several crushes for her during her lifetime. A few months earlier Lynda had gotten well from her schizophrenia, and the Dark Master wanted to surprise her and to appreciate her, and he had seen that she had watched a lot of pirate movies while she was psychotic, and he thought that he¶d stage a Pirate Traesure Hunt with her being the matey, and he being the skipper, even though he had to dress up in those fucking fawny pirate costumes. So, he used his Visa and ordered some sets for himself, Lynda, Borghild, and Sophia Venn, but Sophia Venn didn¶t want to participate, but Borghild came in later in the Act, when Lynda had gone from being the Treasure-seeking matey to be the maiden about to be rescued by the Pirate Captain, and fucked senseless by him«just as in the Pirate porn comedies, which she acquired a taste for after that incident. But the whole Masquerade started with the Dark Master exusing himself from the dinner at an erly point, with no one suspecting what he had in mind, but they thought it was a bit that he left the dinner table so early that day as they were going to have vails, which was one of his favourite courses along with Jamon, and side pork of swine, which they tried to have as often they could to appreciate him, but it was very expensive, when before it had been a farmer¶s common meal. He went into the bedroom, which he also used as a musick studio, and got undressed, and used the large mirror they had standing there to correct his ³uniform´. Then he said in the doorway..: ³Sqwak, sqwak! Aye«Skipper!!!´ Borghild and Lynda racing to the bedroom, with Lynda coming first. She was utterly shocked, and so was Borghild when she saw the sight. On his left shoulder he had a cloth parrot in red cloth, and he was wearing a hicarbon Cutlass which looked very Real. Grymate thought it was a nice gesture and went into the dining hall to stall the guests so that Lynda could get some quality time with her father as she felt really sorry for her having inherited her father¶s paranoid schizophrenia. Her father had supported her the whole time, but it was inevitable and they locked Lynda in the mental asylum for a month, and she was psychotic for three months. But, she never succumbed to her paranoid psychosis for the rest of her life, obviously becoming wizened by that experience. She rushed to put on her costume, which the Dark Master had left for her and Borghild at the
Roccocco divan that stood in their living room, being told that she might not open her gift until she got the clear signal from her father, and now she knew exactly what to do. She stripped bare«down to her knickers, and she was wearing a push-up bra to exemplify her burgeoning teats, a Midi pantyhose, polyester stockings in black, and a skin-toned garter, which matched her pantyhose. She yelled: ³Borghild! Borghild! Wha-hoa!!!´ And then Borghild got undressed, but she liked dressing sexy for her father, having dressed extremely sexy at her thirteenth birthday, and a few days after she turned fifteen, which had resulted in her father banging her everywhere in the living room, and in the kitchen respectively. She took her time«probably knowing that this was kinda like Lynda¶s moment for the moment. Sophia Vennj went over to her package«opened it, and said ³Yuck!´ and sat down and was quiet the remainder of the evening after having cried a few, bitter tears. But, Lynda came, and the Dark Master said: ³Aye, matey..?´ And she replied: ³Aye, skipper!!!´ and she winked. That unnerved the Dark Master a little and he couldn¶t help but giggle a little. And then she kissed him and moved her hips forward to stroke her pussy against his prick, and she got so warm. She probably hadn¶t been this warm since she got back from her skiing vacation in Norway«all full of fever and the flu, whereupon she had fucked him so hard, and sucked his wits out so that he had to hold her back as she barely could contain herself. And now he understood what was going on in her mind. She was desparately seeking a mate amongst the men she knew so that she could father some children. And that day he vowed to himself that he would help her father 2-3 Children by himself, or by one of his old, Norwegian comrades, but she hardly knew any men because she was very shy, unlike Borghild for instance, so he had to better select a flamboyant Character that could help her get her self-esteem back so that she could be a hearthy, shaped woman that she was built for. She took down her blouse to the center of her ribs, and took off her push-up bra, and said after her had opened his blouse, baring his hairy chest, and she said: ³What¶s thy wanting, sire?´ ³Aye!´ he said and winked. Then she led him to the double-bed and she pretended to horse ride for some miles in a few instants, getting to the beach where the ship was lying, and the ship being the bed, and her pretending to be the maiden and the matey, and she took off her pantyhose, and pissed the skipper right in the mouth, and sat atop his face«her wanking herself, and touching and caressing her lovely, white breasts. Then it was Borghild¶s turn to enter the scene«as a Buccaneer. But, she was showed away until Lynda had been licked for quarter of an hour«starting to suck and wank her father in ways she had never done before. Then Borghild sat on top of his face, and the three of them had lovely sex for several hours«resulting in Borghild getting impregnated with a daughter. The Dark Master had written an e-mail to the Terrorists of the Middle East. ³Dear Terrorists«I am hereby obliged to call thee secret times in pledging my allegiance to some similar goals. The main objective being the Destruction of the Jewry, with other, similar goals being the crushing of the Western World-tyrrany, as well as wanting some destruction by your weapons on some parts of the World that doesn¶t seem interested in Separating Europe from all foreigners, making them able to help themselves, and as such We won¶t interfere with you either. In order to give our support we want the following demands prophesized, or then Clearly Written that we«the Dark Master and the Order to which he Belongs, would like you to stop Bombing Spain as we have enough terror here already with the ETA, which doesn¶t
seem to understand that we are a part of them as they are a part of this Great country. In order to achieve this we would like to do the following: We will try to exclude Spain from the following two international, Zionist organizations: NATO, and they EU. I speak on behalf of Spain saying this. Usama o akbar! Yours sincerely«the Dark Master´. He was quite content with himself, and now he needed to hope for a positive reply. He didn¶t want much, but he only wanted to live with his own people, and let them fight their own Wars in an honourable, fair, and just way instead of pitting brother against brother he wished to unite Europe into One, Great Nation that were to be ruled by War-Lords. This was his World-Vision, and this was his ultimate Dream. Seven fingers within one hand on one finger would seem to be the Symbol of Sathan to one mighty man, and now she was playing tricks with this seemingly solemn man. She was wished less, and her grip tightened. She had been played upon by her father and this man for some seemingly time as to which side she chose. Seemingly, she chose the man. And that play was seemingly very important for world-conquest he thought. He had been outsmarted« She was being very damned insolent again, and she was very powerful to that body. That youngling would seem to the Sathan, L.Ron Hubbard as her sole enemy of the state, but who was really this Elron? He questioned it«He had ordered the very seemingly book«The Dark Master through his very secure e-mail server, and now he was sure on losing it. He was so chasing with shit-less for power, afraid of his prick would get stuck in the arse of others. And so, he childling, was very bereft of his luciferian nightmare, thinking to bring nightmare to this Earth. And down there, they lay sleeping«dreaming that White Witch would go away, and that was so wrong! Elrond was losing by the wayside. By a child in meagerness he would forfeit his grip on the World and them damned machines. With the head in the thinking he quicly moved. To patte. Then he switched counter-damnation, and Imperium was secured«He was quickly a fool, and he was charade.