book of darkness

[princessa]

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in the beginning, when the lord of darkness had dominion over the world, it was a formless wasteland with no living creatures. an upstart being in the the lord's otherworldly realm begged for light in order to appreciate darkness more and the request was granted with the generous power of evil. after the lord called the light "day" and the darkness "night", he was pleased because it came to pass that his followers treaured darkness more.

on the second night, the lord of darkness examined the wasteland and desired to separate the bodies of water. showing his evil might, the lord tore the substance of the world and created a dome above the water called "sky". he laughed at the weak enemies in his kingdom because they feared the display of mighty evil power.

on the third night, the lord of darkness decided to make use of a sniveling follower and threw a mighty bolt of evil at the creature, which exploded into tiny pieces of matter that showered down onto the world. the matter took root on top of the water and dry land appeared. after the lord named the land "earth" and the water "sea", he was extremely pleased at his act of destruction. as a result, he took some of his weaker enemies and rent their matter into foul plants on the earth to prove the superiority of evilness.

 

[Lethe]

The First Book of Amnon, called

Sorrowings

Translated out of the evil tongues and with the former translations diligently compared and revised by our Master’s special command. Appointed to be read in darkness.

Chapter 1

1 Know, and let it be recorded, that I am Amnon the son of David. Know that in former days my glory was like unto the sun in splendour. Know that I was betrayed by false friends and lying kindred. Know and let it be recorded that I know my enemies, and I know their children, and I know their children’s children. Know that I will take my revenge.

2 For I am Amnon the son of David. I am the speaker in nightmare. I will not be denied.

3 In times past, I lusted for the sister of my brother Absalom, Tamar, so that it was like unto a sickness. She was a virgin, and seemed pure to me. I ailed and grew infirm with my love, which I concealed, for I was young and foolish, and thought my lust an impure thing. And I despaired.

4 But I had a friend, whose name was Jonadab, son of Shimeah David’s brother, and Jonadab was a very subtle man. I know now the one he served, and I give him praise for it, for he showed me the way. Jonadab was slain in Baal’hazor. He will be avenged

5 And Jonadab said unto me, Why art thou, being the king’s son, lean from day to day? Wilt thou not tell me? And I said unto him, I love Tamar, my brother Absalom’s sister

6 And Jonadab said unto me, Lay thee down on thy bed, and make thyself sick, and when thy father cometh to see thee, say unto him, I pray thee, let my sister Tamar come, and give me meat, and dress the meat in my sight, that I may see it, and eat it from her hand

7 So I laid down, and made myself sick, and when the king was come to see me, I said unto the king my father, I pray thee let Tamar my sister come, and make me a couple of cakes in my sight that I may eat of her hand.

8 And my sister Tamar came to my house, as I was laid down, and she took flour, and kneaded it, and made cakes in my sight

9 And she took a pan, and poured them out before me, but I would not eat. And I sent every man out from the house.

10 And I took hold of Tamar, and said, Come lie with me, my sister.

11 And she answered me, Nay my brother, do not force me, for no such thing should be done in Israel, do not thou this folly.

12 Howbeit I did not hearken unto her voice, for I was far gone in folly, or wisdom, but being stronger than she, forced her, and lay with her.

13 Then I hated her exceedingly, so that the hatred wherewith I hated her was greater than the love wherewith I loved her. For we only love the things we cannot have, and what we have we destroy. For surely all things must sicken and die. And I said unto Tamar my sister, Arise, begone.

14 And she wept, and said unto me, There is no cause, this evil in sending me away is greater than the other thou didst unto me. She was pitiful and I hated her

15 And I called unto my servant that ministered unto me, and said, Put now this woman out from me, and bolt the door after her.

 

[Quiet_Cool]

The Second Book of Weisenalt, entitled

The Night Song


Chapter 6

1 And Jonadab was slain in Baal'hazor. And those that loved him grieved. Those that did hate Jonadab rejoiced and laughed at the grief of those that followed the True Master.

2 But Jonadab was not buried in Baal'hazor, but taken to the far away wastes of Burnendag'gen, and laid to rest among the ashes there, where plants could not grow and animals did not tread. And as he was laid, a chant did ensue, where those that could travel so far did join in praise of him and wish him lasting life in the Neverworld beyond.

3 I was there, as were Brobbin and Tallamar, the brothers of Droosin the widow, as was Hannoken the Wise who did start the chant, as was Lyllian and Vistor his friends, as were several others.

4 For seven days we did lay up in the town of Burnendag'gen, and there we drank and laughed and cried and lay with whores and fed a feast in Jonadab's honor.

5 We watched as the whores danced and the others drank. We drank together in grief hidden by good cheer and watched Lyllian copulate with the whores before we chose our own, then did share Lyllian as well.

6 Salty tears and rich wine and lusty whores and celebration did consume us, for we did deserve these things in our time of loss and grief, so said Hannoken the Wise. And we did as he allowed for he was wise.

7 And on the third night, we did hear the heavy steps for the first time, and the groaning of pain and the cracking of bones, along the wooden steps outside the Inn. And Lyllian did swear it must have been a demon, stalking us to torture us further in our time of weakness.

8 And on the fourth night, we did hear the sounds another time, this time stopping before the Inn door to knock loudly on its surface and trod away when no one answered.

9 And so it was that on the fifth night, as we drank and danced and missed our friend that he did come to us a third time and knock for us a second, and we opened the door, our eyes meeting his pale form and staring in disbelief.

10 "Follow me," he did announce. "For I have come with a purpose sent from a greater place that we must fulfill a prophecy. But first I must rest."

11 And for two more days we remained, as we drank and sang and he watched and waited, and we rejoiced that our friend had returned, a gift from the True Master. And Jonadab did not smile these days, not once.

12 And during these days, we brought him the raw blood of small animals and young children, as he told us this would bring him great strength in lesser time. And we did feast as he drank and he did not smile.

13 On the morning of the seventh evening we awoke to a scream and found Jonadab and the whore, and the whore bled in great amounts from her throat as Jonadab drank. And when the whore had gone still and Jonadab had finished drinking he looked to us and smiled and said, "Now we must return to Baal'hazor."

 

[poohlive]

Chesher's Rising


Exerted from a notebook left in Times Square


I didn't know what it was either. It was just my friend and me out camping you see. Jimmy, he's a good guy. We always go in the summer, when it gets too hot in the city. We both live in queens, but he's got an uncle who is kinda rich, and owns a place in upper New York. It's this small cabin, right? But it's right next to this big river, and we always go up there for a week or so and just swim and fish and do everything.

That's how it happened. In the summer, my mom dropped us both off for the week. We had a great couple of days, doing everything that we love. Every second was great. That's how it was at the cabin though, every time we went there it was just so much better than the last. Each memory fresher, more in tune in our mind.

Jimmy was the one who stumbled over it. Just an upturned root right? Trees grew wild out there, and in the full of summer, with both of us running at top speed, we could have easily missed a gnarled root growing up from the ground.

Except, I was behind him, and we had run down that trail a
hundred times before. None of us ever fell. If I didn't trust my eyes better, I could have sworn that the root had just jumped up and caught his foot. I could have sworn.

Must have been the heat though. You know how those ripples come up in your vision when it's really hot. The ground seems like a sea, waves drifting far off. That had to have been it. At least, I thought it at the time.

Jimmy had a scraped knee, right. I stopped in mid run, trying to help him. His shoe was still caught in the root, while the rest of him had slid about five feet away. Picking it up, I noticed a piece of old leather attached to it.

It was a lace of some kind, and attached to it was a small purse. Not a woman's purse, you know, like one of those old ones. It was a small pouch thing with straps. It was old leather, that looked like it had been caked in dirt for about a thousand years or so. I wondered if maybe it was an indians or not. Maybe they had buried it here.

Eager, I opened it up. Out popped something neither of us could believe.....


At this point, the words are caked in what appears to be blood. The next few pages are torn out, but little snipets of words can be seen. Water, from, and death.