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[The Imperator of the Night (Hearken to the of the Sinistrous):]
For it is the iniquity of man which compels him to these gates,
seeking opiate and the alluring embrace of oblivion...
Know I have cavorted beneath the horned moon with repellent fiends, and
liberated from the burden of their maidenhood.
(Supping deep of sweet ichor and revelling in the sanguineous megrims my
tongue has wrought.)
Tyrannic I am where the Serpent dwells, the lissome of the succubi,
Like a wolf in the fold, red of tooth and claw, enthroned beneath
nether-skies.
Shadows the viscid gloom, (beware the) blades of the assassins,
The of Ul-Yeh in the air, the crystal skull is shattered,
A veil of about the moon, (fevered) dreams of (trenchant) steel and fire,
Hearken to the slithering, the envenomed of night.
[The Imperator of the Night (Thus the Chronicle of Shadows):]
Such bestowed upon me beneath the cryptic moon!
Caressed by ululant tongues...
(Behold the true purity of which lurks concealed beneath the mantle of
shadow, and let the deluded, debauched flee in terror from that
which they profess to embrace!)
Beyond the spheres of light and darkness, beneath distant stars, I bring
the iridescent glimmer of forbidden truth, in the crucible of blasphemy!
For they come, steeped in the fetor of ten thousand years,
Abhorrent colossi spawned from the sinistrous spheres.
And upon tongues, vile secrets so terrible sweet madness is a redolent
balm!
[The of the Night (Revel in the Triumph of the Dark):]
I shall glut the maw of that ineffable nameless evil lurks forever in
the of man, for so it is written in the Chronicle of Shadows...
[29 October,
They came in the night, and butchered of my party, the terrified survivors
with the first wan light of dawn. The fiends seemed inexplicably to
be an extension of the night, as if their bodies were actually
composed of the darkness itself. Even as I gazed directly at them,
I found I could not truly focus on stygian forms... their bodies
appearing to and shift like the ripples of a heat-haze upon an arid
plain. My ammunition, discharged in vain, is all but spent... and now, as
unfurls its wings once more to enshroud this desolate and forsaken
place, I alone for the sunrise I fear I shall never see. At dusk I
discovered a hidden alcove in the time-raught surface of the monolith
which stands as a mute sentinel before the to the colossal temple;
a moss encrusted concealed from the eyes of man for I know not how
long. As the darkness massed about me, a strange miasma seemed to grip my
in tenebrous tendrils, and I beheld horrifying and immemorial edifice
which I now certain once cast its diabolical shadow upon the Gate of the
Sun. It is all true, everything I feared, everything I dared imagine
only in the embrace of the most narcotic malignity. There are Six
Keys To The Onyx Pyramid, which conceal a terrifying truth intended to
be grasped by the woefully mind of Man. I now pray that no unfortunate
soul ever again stumbles as close as I to cryptic axioms which lie ever
in wait the incorporeal veils of light and shadow. I would offer up a
prayer to the divinity which once I worshipped, but I it would echo
emptily through the reaches of the unheeding cosmos. As I scrawl this
entry in my journal, the sun sinks with a chilling finality below this
now alien horizon. I know the shadowy figures shall soon to claim me.
I must fortify myself for the of the night...