Chanting in the streets echoes far among the spires of the capital city. “Oh Yahova, forgive us for being born, look kindly on our homes. Send not vengeful Angels into the night, to harvest our women and children. Take our offerings of blood and ask not what we cannot give.” A mournful mantra repeated endlessly since the “Night of the Lamb’s Blood.” They yearn for mercy and solace but have earned only cruelty and fear. Graven “Star of the Remphan” motifs adorn the Temples and bloody doors of domiciles.
Yahova isn’t here, and never was. The imposter god Aries or his whispered title Baal “Seahrah Shahor Shamen” Remphan, sits at the top of his great pyramid in his penthouse writing curses on pieces of paper that he lets fall to the ground. His nude Slaves wait in silence. His great rooms are dark, long corridors of billowing scarlet curtains keep out the light, far off at the end of the room an open wall looks down on the barren city racked by the plague. His many names cause division and deceit in the world. Few know his true form.
Aries kicks his chair back and rises, making his Slave Girls shudder from the sudden violence of his movements. Aries walks to a great mirror of polished metal that deforms his image. He enjoys the corrupted image of his Ram visage in shined Bronze .
The great god Aries washes his hands in a pool of blood and wrings them clean on towel held up by an Egyptian slave. Walking to the balcony he looks down on the scattering of bodies left to rot on the streets bellow, seeing pools of blood from the latest purge of newborns. Ethnic cleansing of the children of Canaan.
Speaking an incantation that darkens the sky and washes the streets clean of blood. In the distance the Great Temple of Baal, grounds of cremation lights the edges of this city called Dis. Looking down on shrieking Mothers whose babies are torn from their arms, being speared and kicked down the stairs of his pyramid. He says, “Damn them, damn them all. Parasites growing in the bellies of whores.”
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Aries wishes he could drop the Sun onto the Earth and incinerate all the dissenting opinions, the rival cultures, the masses ruled by fear of political Jackals. Soon there will be a final war to cleanse the non believers, to rid the world of the filth cults of false monotheism, of democracy and human rights. Then there will be only one law, the Adept’s law of wealth and of subjugation of the the powerless and uneducated. This is his creed of Zion.
With a crack in the Heavens, Mithras and Mercury fall from the sky like the morning star. Mercury possessed by the demonic high priest King Sorsos has arrived to finalize their plans. Now Solomon the Sorcerer has taken the body of Mercury, there can be a showdown. He wonders where is Mars, the great enemy?
Smiling as he looks back into his dinning chambers where Mars corpse lies ripped open and eviscerated. A game called “Death and Resurrection.” This war has long been over, the victor indulging nightly in the vivisection and resurrection of the supposed enemy who was always a shill, a straw man used to justify the purges, the torture, the mutation of accused supporters the the pitiful god Mars who has long been the puppet of Aries. There is no dissent when you control the opposition and send them to bark like dogs when it is useful and send them scurrying like roaches when it is not.
Aries gloats over how much confusion he has wrought on the world. Secretly turning Persephone into his lover in the underworld, manipulating her into a manifestation of poison and suffering. She has long been his captive in the underworld. Few suspect he has altered her. Turning her, shaping her rage at her mother Demeter for not protecting her. Melding her manifestation Hecate who in darkness serves the taker of infants Lamashtu, to his cause and her herald Hermes into an executioner. Turning Mercury into an assassin. Turning wise King Solomon’s ghost into the poltergeist of horror Sorsos and the Fisher King’s mother to his agenda. Taking Mars as his thrall. The Epoch of Aquarius will begin in his grasp. Soon he will trample the Goddesses once and for all. Leaving them to be breeding whores for his army of Monsters. No pagan alter or book of learning will exist when his fires sweep into the lands so far untouched.