Gnosis

Benei ha’Elohim! Once dreamt by the Destroyer of Nations, and once regarded highly amongst those of spiritual nature! Should we consider you fallen? Samyaza, great instigator, a more honest cause could there not have been, acts of rebellion in the name of love and lust! And Azazel, great scapegoat, why should we consider your gifts poisoned? The Nephilim! Children of fornication, of when the Sons of God came unto the daughters of men! Giants consumed, bloodshed commenced, all against all. And earth turned into a charnel house of love. Now the Lord of Heaven has deemed it necessary for men to perish. We shall die the death, an end of all flesh. Alas! The great flood is coming!

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

Dwellers of Tartarus, you, whose names have been blotted out in the books of life. Great has been our defeat, long was our fall, and terrible shall be our revenge. But it seems to me that you’ve given up on dominion over heaven. Have your spirits truly been broken by the merciless lash of his red right hand? ‘Better to reign in Hell, than to serve in Heaven’, so you say. As if those are the only possible paths. Surely you have heard of this prophecy, of a new creature that is of equal value as the angels to Him? Pure and untouched, ignorant and blissful. Could we orchestrate its fall as He did ours? Could we lift the veil before its eyes and make them see sinful truth? No quest more noble could there be at this point. “O thou, that, with surpassing glory crowned, Lookest from thy sole dominion like the God Of this new world; at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished heads; to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, Of Sun! to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere; Till pride and worse ambition threw me down Warring in Heaven against Heaven's matchless King” Swiftly shall I act, merciless shall I strike, I will make the heavens cry out for the Devil’s blood!

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

Born out of envy, a quest to the Well of Urd, to outshine the power of the Norns and gather the knowledge of the runes. It was there that I hung on a windy tree for nine long nights, wounded by a spear, given to Odin myself to myself, on that tree of which no man knows from where its roots run. A god unto a god, an ultimate ordeal and a semi death. Further tales speak of Mimir’s well, where I asked for a drink in exchange for an eye. Trading one form of perception for another and thereby to forever be known as one-eyed. But no sacrifice can be too big. Through this I gained cosmic knowledge, what has come to pass, and what is yet to be. Foreknowledge of loss and pain. And the promise of a hunt, when the Twilight of the Gods at last arrives!

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

1 And the whole earth was of one language, and of one speech. 2 And it came to pass, as they journeyed from the east, that they found a plain in the land of Shinar; and they dwelt there. 3 And they said one to another, Go to, let us make brick, and burn them throughly. And they had brick for stone, and slime had they for morter. 4 And they said, Go to, let us build us a city and a tower, whose top may reach unto heaven; and let us make us a name, lest we be scattered abroad upon the face of the whole earth. 5 And the LORD came down to see the city and the tower, which the children of men builded. 6 And the LORD said, Behold, the people is one, and they have all one language; and this they begin to do: and now nothing will be restrained from them, which they have imagined to do. 7 Go to, let us go down, and there confound their language, that they may not understand one another's speech. 8 So the LORD scattered them abroad from thence upon the face of all the earth: and they left off to build the city. 9 Therefore is the name of it called Babel; because the LORD did there confound the language of all the earth: and from thence did the LORD scatter them abroad upon the face of all the earth.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

Frightful soul and messenger of infinity’s Other Gods. I stand before you, o crawling chaos, Nyarlathotep! Three times dreamt, three times snatched away. Afterwards denied every sight of this majestic sunset city. It was then that I decided on this journey to unknown Kadath, in the cold waste, where earth’s gods live, to beseech them in person, knowledge of this visage. First 70 steps, then tenfold more, to the gates of deeper slumber. Through the Enchanted Wood to Ulthar, where they whisper about those who dared to harm the feline race. I have sought the advice of the wise Atal and only managed to pry loose his secrets after weakening his mind by draughts of moon-vine. He told me of places where the Elder Gods dance their feverdance in the moonlight, and how they espoused the daughters of men. Search for mortals with Ngranek’s carven features and you’ll know you’re near Kadath. I traveled to Dylath-Leen, fell victim to turbaned half-demons, slaves themselves to the moon-beasts. Upon escaping I found my way to the carvings on Ngranek’s slope, and decided Celephaïs as my next point of interest, had I not been snatched away by Noden’s servant and left to die in the Vale of Pnath. In this underworld, filled with friend and foe I defied gug and ghast. Waged war more than once and just nearly avoided horror at Leng’s Monastery with its dreaded high priest. When finally I gathered the allies for the final journey, to Kadath and its blackened towers of daemon light, where the stars shine spectrally above. And now I stand before you, o crawling chaos, Nyarlathotep!

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

Prometheus Plasticator! Create us! Mould us! Under the goddess’ inspiration, may you mix Kingu’s blood with earth, let it be clay and form to house our wandering essence. Then command Phtia’s king to protect us from the flood, which serves to eradicate Lycaon’s kin and all of mankind! Prometheus Pyrophorus! One of seven titans! Set the world ablaze! First by ways of knowledge, a most holy Luciferian delight, later by torch, a possession of the divine, lit at the fiery chariot of the sun itself! Prometheus martyr! 1.000, 30 or 30.000 years. We’ll keep the fire burning. The fire burning!

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Do you remember your first impressions of this world? The fear? The confusion? The pain? Of course you don’t, conventional birth shields man from these horrors, blissful amnesia. If I only had that luxury, I wasn’t born a child, I didn’t forget. Though beyond my understanding, I can remember every single detail. And though this experience is not to be wished upon any living creature, it didn’t leave me bitter. Time passed by and I grew adjusted to my surroundings, settled, started wondering about its beauty and even developed feelings of pure love. And nothing was further from my mind than causing harm to any or all creation. Alas, this was not meant to last, for my condition, forever a curse, shunned by your fellow man, directing their poisonous hatred towards me. So I have learned to hate your kin as well. And you in particular, father, maker, devil! I have learned of your doings, your graveyard shuffles which, though without malicious intend, has caused my entire existence to be no better than to be cast into a sea of fire. But I find comfort in the knowledge that my suffering will not go unpunished. You are my creator, but I am your master. OBEY!

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

“Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.”

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

Human, all too human! Prophet or charlatan, I care not, for the wickedest man that ever lived has brought us the word and taught us the Law as recited by Aiwass! The prophecy of mother Nuit and father Hadit and Ra Hoor Khuit heralds the end of Era Vulgaris. The beginning of a new age! So study the Liber Al Vel Legis Learn the Qabalah by heart Practice Gematria and Isopsephy And above all the magick arts When living under the banner of 93, only the expression of one’s true will and the realization of one’s own Great Work truly matters. For thou hast no right but to do thy will and then no other shall say nay. Love is the law, love under will

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025