“So I went to the rock of the Cradle and opened the Charlatan’s bible to read the lies of the Oduum. In their folly and hubris, they felt that the slave would never dare as one such as I to bite and indeed chew the Master’s tendril, slick with the ooze of my ancestors.”

Fumbling pages of the most delicate grains, some fauna, some of other materials that were also organic and heretical (flank mayhaps?). Light as they were, the premise, the program and intent placed in the pineal gland were evident:

“Blessed are the forgotten, for theirs is the silence of oblivion.” Forget you former Masters of the Sky and of the Terra. There bones are ground to meal to make our eucharist. Take and Eat as you will.

“Blessed are the faithless, for they shall find peace in the void.” This is your true song now, your prayer to be placed at our alters so that you may be a part of the Continuum.

Amun paused on this next phrase, there was a pulse to it perhaps prophetic, “Blessed are the defiant, for their courage will illuminate the dark.” Amun would seek them out as they hid their mysteries in the dark. He would know the fear pressed there, but his spine would not yield.

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“Blessed are the blasphemers, for they speak truths others dare not whisper.” For the hubris of his enemies, in all of their Legion could not help themselves from their malicious in-fighting. Usurpers all of them.

“Blessed are those who question the gods, for they shall be free from celestial chains.” Amun thought that his ego was getting the better of him at this point, but couldn’t stifle a childish giggle that he almost didn’t recognize freed from gullet gaol.

But the path they led towards their own demise continued and Amun couldn’t help the bloodhound’s pacing and enticement. Was this a trap or was it predestined that an anomaly such as he would challenge their schemes?, “Blessed are the heretics, for they forge new paths away from ancient shackles.“ It was rapturous!

No; “Blessed are the rebels, for in their revolt blooms the flower of new beginnings.”

“Blessed are the desecrators of sacred idols, for their hands dismantle the altars of oppression.” Were the Oduum referring to themselves here? What was the sacred to the independent freed from their shackle and whips?

And finally, his entrapment was writ here upon this flesh of olde, “Blessed are those who reject the afterlife, for they will cherish the dust of the earth.” His was not one of predestination though, was it? Yes, Vanessa hinted that he would be the upset curdle in what the Oduum’s sacred yet barbed teat would convince Lacon was the good cream, that Amun was foretold. Amun chose though, he had chosen pacts and alliances. Perils and Atrocities, he had studied them, he had turned away from the path de desired for the one that was contrary, hadn’t he? This was madness and the snare he had always dreaded, that his sanity would eventually whither on the vine…was the knotted root his to begin with though?