Iconoclastic Astroism/Writings/The Decree of the Maddening

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The Prince of Strife came unto me, and showed me of things that will be, of things that have been, and of things that are. He showed me a Beast rising from the sea, and the Beast had the body of a Lion, and the head of a Serpent and the tail of a Dragon. The Beast came ashore beneath a Moon of Blood, and he summoned to him the Beasts of the land, and they worshiped the Beast, who was called Temeluchus. The Beast fed upon the flesh of Man, and from his scraps, the lesser Beasts so fed, and acquired a taste for Man. The Beast had been born of the Whore of Xinhai, and gorged on her Corruption. As all things of Xinhai, the Beast coveted the West, with its fertile fields and glorious cities. The Beast came West, and with it came the Hordes, who bred and fed. The fertile lands were turned black, and the Church torn asunder by the Beast. The Beast looked upon his work and returned to the land in which he was sired.

He showed me seven priests, holding seven vials. Three vials contain the Light of the Stars, and four are dark. False. Empty. The Four turn upon the three, and silence their cries for help. The Beast rewards the Four, and gives them succor. The Four are each given a Horn, and the Four Horns of the Beast are his promise. In service to the Beast, they will have the power of a King, but it is fleeting, false. So will begin the end. The Four Puppets of the Beast will rise and tear down all that is Holy. I cannot see salvation. Blackness is all that follows. So begins the End.

It began with the Whore of Xinhai, who left the North to join the Godless, and came North again to die. Upon her forehead, a mystery and a name were written. The Godless fell once abandoned by the Whore, polluter of the Holy, Scourge of Saints. Her death prompted the Sky to weep tears of Joy, but they would soon turn to sorrow. For she shall return, and it shall rain fire for ten days and ten nights across the plains, and the Stars will be invisible to man. The Blackened fields will give birth to the Dead, who shall consume the living, and the land shall be as they... Lifeless.

The Sword gleams, shining, brightly. Its grip offered to the champions of Man, but it is ignored. Will the realms of men take their proffered salvation? It cannot be seen. The land of the Harlot has been offered it first, but they are lead astray by one dressed in Scarlet and Purple, wearing precious stones, and holding a golden cup in her hand full of the abomination and filth of her fornication. The Beast laughs, and they worship it. I see three stars upon a field of gray, a Tower, burnt. I see the Whore's filth here as well, and the men and women bend knee and give praise to the Beast, who in turn praises the Heretic. The South, ablaze, withers under the grasp of the Heretic.

Heathen and Faithful are slain, a murder is prevented. Halls of Earth come crumbling down before the Legions. The Beast rages, and marches South. Temluchus en Luries, praetor flere super terminum. Rapta sunt liberi arbitrii, et bestiae haereticus complectitur.

Five fires burning. Three lives cut short. Darkness rises. The Sword beckons.