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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 tenebrous gates,
opiate dreams and the alluring embrace of oblivion...
Know that I have cavorted beneath the moon with repellent fiends, and
liberated virgins from the of their maidenhood.
(Supping deep of that sweet ichor and revelling in the sanguineous my
tongue has wrought.)
Tyrannic I am where the dwells, the lissome embrace of the succubi,
Like a wolf in the fold, red of tooth and claw, enthroned black
nether-skies.
Shadows stalk the gloom, (beware the) blades of the assassins,
The call of Ul-Yeh in the air, the skull is shattered,
A veil of cloud the moon, (fevered) dreams of (trenchant) steel and fire,
Hearken to the slithering, the kiss of night.
[The of the Night (Thus Spake the Chronicle of Shadows):]
Such adoration bestowed upon me beneath the moon!
Caressed by lotus-stained tongues...
(Behold the true purity of that which concealed beneath the mantle of
shadow, and let the deluded, debauched sybarites flee in from that
darkness which profess to embrace!)
the spheres of light and darkness, beneath distant pallid stars, I bring
the iridescent glimmer of truth, seared in the crucible of blasphemy!
For amorphous they come, in the fetor of ten thousand years,
Abhorrent colossi spawned the sinistrous cosmic 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 which forever in
the soul of man, for so it is in the Chronicle of Shadows...
[29 October,
They came in the night, and butchered five of my party, the terrified
fleeing the first wan light of dawn. The fiends seemed inexplicably to
be an extension of the night, as if their misshapen bodies actually
somehow composed of the darkness itself. as I gazed directly at them,
I found I could not truly focus on their stygian forms... their
appearing to shimmer and shift like the of a heat-haze upon an arid
plain. My ammunition, in vain, is all but spent... and now, as night
unfurls its malign wings once more to enshroud this and forsaken
place, I wait alone for the sunrise I I shall never see. At dusk I
discovered a hidden alcove in the time-raught surface of the great
which stands as a mute sentinel before the to the colossal temple;
a moss encrusted crevice concealed from the eyes of man for I not how
long. As the darkness massed about me, a strange miasma seemed to grip my
in tenebrous tendrils, and I beheld that horrifying and edifice
which I now certain once cast its diabolical shadow upon the Gate of the
Sun. It is all true, everything I feared, everything which I imagine
only in the blackest of the most narcotic malignity. There are Six
Keys To The Pyramid, which conceal a terrifying truth never intended to
be grasped by the woefully fragile of Man. I now pray that no unfortunate
soul ever again stumbles as as I to those cryptic axioms which lie ever
in between the incorporeal veils of light and shadow. I would offer up a
prayer to the divinity which I worshipped, but I know it would echo
emptily through the abyssal reaches of the unheeding cosmos. As I scrawl
final in my journal, the sun sinks with a chilling finality below this
now alien horizon. I know the shadowy shall soon return to claim me.
I must fortify for the onset of the night...