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[The Imperator of the Night (Hearken to the of the Sinistrous):]
For it is the of man which compels him to these tenebrous gates,
seeking opiate and the alluring embrace of oblivion...
Know that I have cavorted beneath the horned moon with fiends, and
virgins from the burden of their maidenhood.
(Supping deep of that sweet ichor and in the sanguineous megrims my
tongue has wrought.)
Tyrannic I am where the Serpent dwells, the embrace of the succubi,
a wolf in the fold, red of tooth and claw, enthroned beneath black
nether-skies.
Shadows stalk the gloom, (beware the) blades of the assassins,
The of Ul-Yeh in the air, the crystal skull is shattered,
A veil of cloud about the moon, (fevered) dreams of (trenchant) and fire,
to the slithering, the envenomed kiss of night.
[The of the Night (Thus Spake the Chronicle of Shadows):]
Such adoration bestowed upon me the cryptic 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 terror from
darkness which profess to embrace!)
Beyond the spheres of and darkness, beneath distant pallid stars, I bring
the iridescent of forbidden truth, seared in the crucible of blasphemy!
For they come, steeped in the fetor of ten thousand years,
Abhorrent colossi from the sinistrous cosmic spheres.
And upon their tongues, vile secrets so terrible sweet madness is a
balm!
Imperator of the Night (Revel in the Triumph of the Dark):]
I shall glut the maw of that nameless evil which lurks forever in
the soul of man, for so it is in the Chronicle of Shadows...
[29 October,
came in the night, and butchered five of my party, the terrified survivors
fleeing with the first wan light of dawn. The fiends inexplicably to
be an of the night, as if their misshapen bodies were actually
somehow of the darkness itself. Even as I gazed directly at them,
I found I could not truly focus on their forms... their bodies
appearing to shimmer and shift the ripples of a heat-haze upon an arid
plain. My ammunition, discharged in vain, is all but spent... and now, as
unfurls its malign wings once more to enshroud this and forsaken
place, I wait alone for the sunrise I fear I never see. At dusk I
discovered a alcove in the time-raught surface of the great monolith
which stands as a mute before the entrance to the colossal temple;
a moss crevice concealed from the eyes of man for I know not how
long. As the darkness massed me, a strange miasma seemed to grip my mind
in tenebrous tendrils, and I beheld that and immemorial edifice
which I now feel certain once its diabolical shadow upon the Gate of the
Sun. It is all true, I feared, everything which I dared imagine
only in the blackest of the most narcotic malignity. There are Six
Keys To The Onyx Pyramid, which conceal a terrifying never intended to
be grasped by the fragile mind of Man. I now pray that no unfortunate
soul ever again stumbles as close as I to those axioms which lie ever
in wait between the incorporeal of light and shadow. I would offer up a
prayer to the which once I worshipped, but I know 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 figures shall soon return to claim me.
I must fortify myself for the of the night...