The Dark Master –

A Book for Prospective Initiates to Internal Adepts of the

Ordo Deorc Eorthe (ODE) & its Temples of Damnation…

©Shablor & Temple of Azoth (O.D.E.), 2008 a.h.

(anno horrificus (‘the year of cruelty’)

Chapter I:
A New Dawn Fades…
This was Change…It had been wrought by the Might of Sathan, that Dark Lord which
was so prevalent in this day and age. And this was His Age…the Age of Sathan!

The Dark Master was wishing restlessly in the foreground of the theater. He sat there
still, wishing to think not at all unless some other jerk would betray his Thoughts and unravel
all that he had built and was about to Manifest through his Will, and the Might and Force of
the Dark One Himself.

The Concerto was about to start, and, as always the Dark Master was appearing
incognito. And, by his side was his willful Mistress who had come along with him on this
particular task, as she was usually busy travelling abroad and managing the other Temples of
the Order. The Order’s name was that of the black Earth itself, and it had some certain pre-
Sumerian Roots, and while not officially grounded in the Pharao’s Egypt it had garnered some
of that ancient Thebic land’s alchymy…which in one Word meant..: Al-Khem…Black Earth.
And thus was the Order established through a Presence that would last for centuries.
 Chapter II:
The Dark Master’s Will of the Alchymy of the
Black Earth
“I have called some of you here today”, said the Dark Master. “..To pass on my
lineage of the Dark Master to this Heir, whose of my own Flesh and Blood, so that she may
care-take of the Mysteries according to the Rites of this Order. I wish you all to take heed of
her Words as she’s lived for a long time, and she will stand out in the annals of Time as the
originator of the Imperium, whilst I myself remain unknown.” The Heir’s magickal name was
revealed to those present, and he would shortly after send a letter by common means available
to all interested parties in the Order. “I have prepared for her, several years prior to her birth, a
magickal journal where I’ve Written down the Core beliefs of our Order and its Temples
according to how they would appear to her in relations to the Mysteries.” “Any comments???
If not I’d like to lead this Temple, whom you’ve all been invited to join as stable members…
on her behalf, of course, until the day and time that you get enough of the squalors of life…
embracing death or War, or that you turn on this Heir and her wishes, wishing to Separate
from this Temple, and thus turning a traitor to Our Cause, which includes many things, which
still remain unknown in the ranks of the lesser, more mediocre people of this Earth. But we,
as guardians of the Old Faith, wishing to have our lands restored to its Folks, have decided
upon Ourselves to become as Gods upon this Earth to denounce Yeshua…the Deceiver to live
truthfully, in honour according to the Precepts of this Temple. With what do you seek
admittance to the Order of the Black Earth shall now be recalled in front of this New witness
as she is now the Heir, as I once was…of the Black Earth beneath the Moon. What do you
seek?” “Candidate one, who’s name wishes to be familiar, in her seeking to be the guardian of
Sophia Venn, step forth!” Damselin stepped forth…”What do you seek, and what are your
wants?” Damselin spoke..: “I wish for my Desires to be fulfilled, and I wish for the Dark Lord
to impart knowledge according to the Precepts of the Order of the Black Earth, as I myself
might one day be like him…” “Candidate number two, whose real name wishes to be seen
through his Creative Outlets in the current, mediocre times. What do you seek?” Darcora
stepped forth…”I wish for peace of mind from all these mediocre imbeciles who worship a
false Prophet who goes under the name of Yeshua as we call him in this Order. I wished for
my own knowledge to be greater than that of Sathan, so that I might one day guide him…
from amongst the deepest recesses of the stars to destroy all of this man-made Creation, as he
of the Elder Gods, who were before Time was at the start more like a Man, but with a more
secret, sinister, and alien creed thought possible to any Man. And to honour his name, and that
of the Dark Lord…my Master…Sathan’s I wish for all of this Creation to be unfold now that I
am to be without a Master myself, and that I might one day advance in the Mysteries, so that I
might know the Mystery of the Dark Lord within myself, and externally in the World, as he
himself appears mysteriously to me and others of my kind that are to these Mysteries just an
Iniatiate seeking the Height and the Glory of the Coming Imperium. Hail Sathan! Hail
Hitler!!!” Then he performed the neo-fascist Salute, pointing his left index finger upwards…
signifying: “Towards the Stars. Up and Forth, like a Classical Greek God.” The meanings
seemed to differ with each coming neophyte, but the original meaning of this was never lost
by the Original and New Heir, as it was imparted in her genes, and she had learnt it by
devouring the Temple’s webpages, having read all that was there, and along with some other,
un-seemly manuscripts and tracts, and with all that her father had taught her on basic self-
survival and teaching her all he knew she was starting to comprehend some more things about
her fear of this Mighty Magickian who came under one name..: Sathan…the Dark Force. And,
she started to know a little bit more about the Mysteries of her own Self, and the Mystery of
Sathan, whose also called Worldly Putrefaction…Corrupting All not of His Lineage. And
now that she was an Initiate of this Order, and Master of her own Temple, she would soon…
in two-three years time, when she would officially officiate after her father’s withdrawal from
Representing the Ankh Al-Khem, she would also fully Love her father, in Body and Blood in
her Self-Possession as she would want for no other man as her lover. But, she would also be a
Master of the Mysteries as such, having learnt all her father could teach her. Her father being
in name only a Grandmaster of this Order, having founded it 17 years prior to her birth, and
ten years after her birth decided that she would be ready to know intimately some of the other
members’ names and wishes. “So, shit them!!!” the Dark Master had said to her when she was
five, trying to induce her to her standards as quickly as possible. From the age of 1 she
understood that her father was somewhat different than most other folk, and at the age of 7
she understood the meaning of “wet sex”, and at the age of 11 she understood that she was not
a “wet”, but a scatologist…highly embarrassed that she would belong so fully to her father.
So, in this day and age…in these so-called Enlightened, Modern days so many things were
still taboo to discuss…except when you visited the Water of Life, Azoth as the Al-Khemists
of Egypt and upper Thebes called it, wanting to know what the God Set could Enlighten them
with. And they did not know that he would one day come as another Man…fully reborn in
Flesh, as a Mighty Warrior, and a Great Prophet…under the Name of Aischylos, whose mark
would be the Mark of the Beast…the Ways of the Serpent, and as the Indians believed...: The
Destroyer of Times. His Real Name being Sathan in the days that were now passed. “Good”,
said the Dark Master. “Hail Sathan! Now, what do you want to pass with of as yourself, and
with this passing impart some knowledge on this Child, Candidate 3…Orcara?” “I wish to
first listen, then I wish to tell”, said Orcara who was a very Sinister Lesbian, that had been in
romantic touch with men before and liked it somewhat. But when the Dark Master had
withdrawn from his sexual intercourses with most seemly, and un-seemly women to fend for
his daughters, and to manipulate most folks to go into Azoth…I.n.cipit Vitriol, that is,
“finding the Wisdom by going into the Bowels of the Earth”, and thus visiting Sathan within,
she had decided to become a Lesbian because she despised men so much, having an
inclination to hate all men, coming from her Sumerian part of her genealogy when she was
revered as the Goddess Ishtar…goddess of wanton and healing many might believe. But, she
was also a goddess of Wealth and Greed according to herself, and she was the most
knowledgeable of the ones gathered there, although the Dark Master was the Wisest, she had
also imparted some knowledge to this Child about Woman-hood…she being the God-mother
of this Child. Sophia Venn was about to listen very carefully to Orcara’s wishes and Words.
“I am Damned, and I am thus wished insolent. I sold my Own Soul…I sold my Father’s Soul,
and I sold my Brethren’s Souls. I am wished for today, and I stand here…before you today as
a wishing woman…wholly insolent in offering my body to this new youngling, so that she
might live to Worship the Woman in Us All, and so that she may listen, and learn the
rigorousness of Woman-hood. I stand before her in all my might, so that she may contemplate
the nakedness of my Fleshly Self, so that I may one day come to linger with her in Hell and
Worship Her Body. Agios o Davcina! Agios o Hel! Agios o Baphomet! I wish to impart no
further…” Sophia Venn suckled her breasts which was lowered to mouth’s height, and Orcara
was singing a song that Sophia had invented just three years ago, going something like this:
“Oh, I wish I was a fairer maid, I wish I was laid in bed. With women and men I cannot get
enough. But by the might of the Dark Lord, Sathanas I might get more than my meager share.
But when I want, I too mostly come. For damned them little maidens swear, than I might
know them most by ear.” And so the chant went on with Sophia Venn’s humming when
Orcara licked her pussy, after Orcara had masturbated herself with Sophia kissing and
caressing her breasts. Her breast, unlike Sophia’s were large, round, and well formed, while
Sophia’s were small and very innocent. But that was the way she liked it with herself. She
was very ‘ego-centric’ with her appearance…having almost no Self-Centeredness, except for
her little dog, whom was bestowed upon her by her father’s wealth…seemingly as a gift from
her mother when she was 12. Now she was 13, and was witnessing the first betrayal of trusts
of a Man’s mind…by Darcora, a rank neophyte in the Mysteries, but a highly skilled occultist,
who’d hid the presence of the Heir, as well as that of Orcara and others…including the Dark
Master himself’s presence from all these so-called White Magickians, who could…in
Orcara’s Own Words: “Sod off!” Thus were all the mighty magickians who were Working
according to the wishes of The Sinister Dialectics…Sathan, Aeonic Strategy, Sinister
Satanism, and of course…Sinister Strategy all gathered with one common Wish in that
instance..: To impart enough magick with Sophia Venn so that she could rise to become a
Master of the Mysteries, a powerful magickian and/or a powerful occultist. But, the Dark
Master knew better. He had prophesized way back, before Sophia Venn was born that she
would be a Master of the Mysteries, somewhat Adept at Occultism, and be remembered in the
‘dark, collective unconscious of Man’ as the self-same Grandmaster of Magick that was
known by the World as: The Heir of Imperium…Velpecula Herself…the Mighty Sun of
Sathanas. And so was she Sanctioned in a Black Pledging of matrimony and hierosgamos to
her Only man…her own father by those Present, and was to undergone a Black Baptism,
sanctioning her name in the Rites of Sathan, and by her own Will, Sanctioning herself to
Witness the Rites of Sathan, and to Work in accordance with, as well as for “the bringing of
fulfillment of Wyrd”, which was her own plan…a plan that was to populate the Entire
Cosmos with new, human Atavisms that were so Primal, and so Sinister that Sathan himself
would be so honoured with that that he’d like to kill himself in the Name of His Hermit, the
Dark Master, just to witness it once More with the Birth of the Heir, which days would last
until Wyrd was coming together again, at the Height of Imperium when War would be the
modt dominant factor for All Westerners, and with the Return of the Antichrist…a Force so
Ruthless in trying to Bring Change that he would be willing to sacrifice Any human, or any
Heir just to live Forever. But that would already be millennia in the past, as it also was
centuries ahead of Time. Then she would know, and she would listen, and she would tell what
Nightmares to avoid in the Grand Scheme of things: That there are no Scary Nightmares in
Satanism unless you Wish it for Yourself, and then, and only then will they Become Your
Nightmare to Behold. And That will be thy demise, for no one would listen to the claims of
pettiness in the Age of the Strong she knew, and that was the Age when the ‘god’ of the
Nazarene was so Strong that the Gods of Sathan had to Hide Him from the Men, who would
also kill him in the Belief of this ‘god’ and his Son, the Deceiver. But a mere few believed in
the Righteousness of Sathan, and some of them knew they could be like Him, but few really
believed that he Worshipped some of their kind, as she was about to learn.

She was fourteen, and had just had sexual intercourse with her sister and her mother.
Her sister being rumoured to become very skilled with swords, and her mother being a very
skilled, dark, young magickian who had gotten impregnated with Sophia Venn when she was
just thirteen…the same age Sophia slept with a man. Now that she had done that, she was
very eager to get on with life. Being only spoiled with enough love and cherishness by her
mother and her father according to her plan, and his wishes, she wanted to fend for herself,
and she was quickly to become a great ‘egotist’ with her money, always accusing her sister, or
mother for “being in her purse and stealing all those little money”, which they never did. Oh,
but wait…Borghild, her two year younger sister tried to steal from her 3-4 times and got so
beaten up that had she not undergone extremely hard training from the age of 11 by her
father…a Martial Artist of some uncanny skill…being a mere untrained, normal neophyte she
would have been killed instantly by the power of Sophia Venn smacking her silly. But,
Borghild…normally called ‘swords’ by the other women down there, or even by her own
father, whom she insisted on calling ‘swordsley’, so that she could say in Español that:
“swordsley’s with swords”, meaning that they were together as a couple, when they were
father and daughter and lovers. Borghild had to fend for her Life in those instances, but it was
not for Sophia Venn lacking Will, but her mother wouldn’t stand her “shit-kid” being killed
by her oldest daughter as she had indeed come from her womb as well even though she wasn’t
as favoured as Sophia. But, she did really believe that they were together as a couple, and that
they were to be married at the local church this Borghild, and she really believed that she
would be “the Great Heir to All of This”, having but a small place in the grand scheme of
things, such as being the War-Rrriot’s Candidate for War, and being the Instigator of War all
across the Continent of the European States, and then…finally being remembered in Legends
as a terrible War-Hero, that was Brave and Honest. But with these things she could live, and
her father promised her mother that he would work to make her mother’s wishes come true.
But that’s enough of Borghild. ..Now we shall concentrate on the mother of the two rascals..:
She was 12 when they first met, and he was 31. “She knew she didn’t dream, but there…out
there, somewhere was a man…a man she could trust, a man whom…” she didn’t know what
to go on with. She wasn’t as mighty as him, and he didn’t seem to care. But, she was very
Sinister and dark, and he used to say to her “that she was deeper into the Mysteries” than he
was, and then she could only reason that that had to be the Mystery of Terror…laying no
hands in-between, having a near identical Thought of religion as he…though not being as
advanced in magick probably, nor in the many Mysteries. But, she knew her place at home, and
she was very pampered by her husband and her man, a lover which was very attractive and
highly sought after in an ideal woman’s world…with liberated women and free Wills. But that
was an ideal, and she thought herself lucky to be a part of this magickal man’s wishes for the
future, even though she had to give birth to Borghild, which according to her, Mariel that is,
would be akin to a “snail”. End of story!

Thus, to impart further knowledge, Mariel taught Sophia how to behave womanly, as
Sophia Venn was quite slow and dull-witted when she was young, while Borghild constantly
blabbering on about the most insane things, a thing she got from her grandmother on the
father’s side. But even she was well-cought compared to ‘swords’. ..She seemed to entirely
lack any form of some ‘common conciousness’ that was being grounded…soaring high and
low. But, she was very skilled with swords, and some might have called her a coward, but
when she felt danger, or felt treathened she instantly gripped a long sword, a replica of either
Carlos V’s sword, or Tizona del Cid being the most familiar, having been trained with such
swords since she was 10, learning the rudiments of some feinting, parrying, sword positions,
and sword grip, while Sophia Venn was a crafty, hearhty, womanly girl…little Borghild was a
boyish, tall, slender girlie, who liked to be teased about a thing from a child’s Tv-Show,
which is called ‘Mummy’, as in ‘the Mummy’, about the Mummy family, which lives in the
Mummy Valley, together with “Little Me”, “the He-mole”, and her mother and father always
teasing her with calling her “Snoring Miss”, which always cheered her up when she felt down
or low in spirits. But that’s just the family as we know them, but then come the serious Work
which they all contributed to…The Sinister Strategy of the Past was about War and Conquest,
and their new home-land, called Seville by them all, which was called in older times simply
Spain, or as the Spaniards themselves say: España still lived by this ancient principle of
Conquest, and Seville was a land particularly favoured by the Sinister Dialectics, amongst
whose others Names is…Sathan; the Dark Lord; the Dark Force…Azoth…Or, as they
themselves like to Call him: diavolus…meaning “end of god” according to the Romans in
their Roman Mystery Traditions, of whom Spain is still largely a part of, but with Spain being
a bit more “continental” these days, having incorporated much of the Mediterrenean culture
and haute couture, including that of several Arab States, as well as some ancient Egyptian
Qualities such as alchymy, and the “Art of making War”, which all stem from this country.
That is…the Roman Conquistadores learned from the Egyptians how to successfully lead an
army, and that is a part of what we call the Sinister Dialectics today…”The Art of Making
War”…on its neighbours…On the other hand there’s the Mystery of Al-Khem…It’s uncertain
where the Origin of this Semi-mythical land was once said to lie. But, according to Set it was
to lie somewhere in the Valley of the Kings…somewhere between the Sphinx, and the Great
Pyramid, some distance from Alexandria. But that ancient origin has never been found, or
verified, so it lies best in the World of Myths these days. The secrets well contained within
such orders as the Ordo Deorc Eorthe, or the Order of the Dark Earth, which is said to have
pre-Sumerian Roots, stretching it’s Way through Egypt and into the Holy Roman Empire,
before finding its way to Seville, Spain, where this meeting took place three days after Sophia
became 13.

“That was a Time of Great Joy”, said Darcora upon Sophia Venn’s questions about the
Holy Roman Empire. “But, what’s an Imperium in relation to an Empire, Sophia Venn?”
Orcara said. “Hmm…” the Dark Master replied. “Well, it’s a matter of internal politics versus
external forces”, said Sophia Venn. “In other Words more simple then”, said Damselin.
“Well, of course there’s a relations between the external forces in the ways that they correlate
to the internal politics, which creates, or produces such wares…or goods such as flour…corn
that is.” “And so on…what does this Create in the Grand scheme of Wanting? What Change
does it wreak…on the large Scale…on the External Forces???” “Well, that’s complicated for
most wise to know”, said Sophia Venn. “..But when compared to Sinister Dialectics there
would have to be a Relative Change in the World-scope, having a mayhem that can wreak
Change…” “Hmm…” said Orcara… “..On this I mean..: An Empire is usually a small
kingdom or land, controlled by a governing force that is somewhat interesting to behold for
the mediocre, sly, insolent bastards of modern historians. This basis having it’s roots in that
the Folk began as a Small Tribe which grew large due to in-breeding and controlling the
wares that were to be purchased, while as the external factors or forces of an Empire…
contrary to an Imperium lies solely on whom enters the land in what business, and this
business being trade, as opposed to Imperium whose business is War, this business is trade,
and due to the settlement of these new-comers we will see an inter-breeding of several Folk,
which can not normally lead to an Imperium, which we hope for, but with the Proper External
Forces Prevalent, being War-like enough towards this Empire, and having as it’s base
Nationalist, and fascist lineage Brot und Boden we will have the Right to Imperium by
whichever Forces are the Strongest, and what they aim, or intend to do during their long
conquest…” the Dark Master continued. “And what about the Internal Forces of the Politics,
Sophia Venn…How do they behave, and to what Agenda?” “Hmm, well…” she said. “I think,
or would guess that their long-term goal would be World Conquest them being an Empire and
All, but I really need to think about this one for a moment.” “Good”, said the Dark Master.
“So shall I…” he said then. “After an hour her thinking, sometimes philosophizing aloud and
sometimes laughing, or chuckling of a conclusion she was ready to answer. “Well, I’ve
Thought about it, and know that this may be true…so help me ‘god’!!!” There was no humour
amongst the others as they stared at her sinister-like, wanting to kill, murder, and rape the
‘god’ she was calling at. “..Hmm…I dunno, but I guess the External politics would give in to
the Internal Politics at the Height of the Imperium, which would give Riot among the
populace of this once so might Imperium, but as to what factors control the Inner…or Internal
Government could well be the External Powers, just like in A. Hitler’s Germany, or they
could be External Conflicts creating Internal Meaninglessness…just like in the Roman
Imperium. But, I don’t know what role the Internal Politics played on the External Conflicts
in the case of War, as War was being built, and created on All Fronts just to Create Internal
conflict at the End of this Imperium. But I don’t know what caused the External Conflicts to
Create such an Internal Change, but I guess I can fathom that War was the cause of the
External Conflicting, and that this was about territory. That’s easy enough, but what was the
driving Force of the Internal Politics when it came to Internal Change, which resulted in utter
desolation and Chaos. Shall I guess at it?” “Wait!” the Dark Master said, and he whispered
something in her ear for about quarter of an hour. Then she said: “Well, I’ve thought about it,
and come to this conclusion: When we Create War we Create for Ourselves a Certain Stable
Base, where internal conflicting can rise and give grounds to some meaningless…” She
paused. He wavered his finger as to go on. “..Well, to show it off I would like to give this
Example: What if the Devil…or Sathan as you say…” There was much laughter about the
Congregated, and even the Master himself Smiled a little bit. “..I should tell a comrade that I
was without Grounds in Accusing him of Raping, but I wished to put him to the Test of trying
to rape my Infant Daughter, which would place him at this..: a) he would deny…showing that
he could, or could not possibly rape, but that he’s not a pederast, or b) He could conform to
my standards and wishes, thus showing that he’s a) a pederast, and/or b) a Rapist, and then I
would have to agree with what I should take up on him based on my own ethics…or morals as
you say. And this is what I say when I meet a pederast in form of the Sun…the Mighty
Imperium: “I would not have done it so…” and in this case the pederast would be as an
Empire to the Imperium of the Sun. “..I would have don it so it could be done. By this I wish
to state that I am no pedophile, or want as one, but I might seem to agree just because that I
am ‘amoral’, or even ‘evil’, wishing the World less Worldly – thus including the Spiritual to
the Grounds I would say to him: “I would wish to wait until s/he was older so that I, or herself
could choose for Ourselves, so that we would Master Ourselves instead of giving in to the
Base urges that usually Reside in either an anxiety, or a panic-related anxiety due to the
wishes of being close to something as nubile as a newly-born, but at the same time loathing
such a closeness based on what Christianity has driven Mankind to. For such things are not
normal, and I know that they may seem ‘amoral’, or even somewhat ‘evil’. But, is it real ‘evil’
compared to what thy Soul would do to all the infants and newly-borns if it were to Rule?
Would it not be a completely tyrannical Hierarchy, which would end in the down-fall and
demise of itself?” Then I would say to him: “What if you were to Compare your base urges of
that of a small Child, which are always insolent and urging to that of a Great Imperium? What
would you then do?” “If he might, or might not be a rapist I might not be certain of, but when
he did come to rape I would be sure about his lineage…He would be a Wild heathen, that’s
very Primal, and is also wished so very sincere that he can’t hold on to the bars of himself,
thus giving way to such grave insolence. ..Then he would be like an Imperium that never got
of his start…Like an Imperium with only Spiritual Nurture, just like the Christian 1,000-year
Reich, while on the other hand he would Never Rape he would not prove his innocence, but
he would be like an Imperium that’s never-ending, and that was what Adolf Hitler tried to
create, based upon Ancient Traditions…creating for Himself a Name for the Future, so that
He could live in the Memories of All Folks for All Eternity, and that is Something I’m
worthwhile to do…for him, my father…myself, and my sisters, of whom I also count in my
Ranks Grymate and her Daughter, Grym-Grym Lyndaesen…or Lynda as she’s commonly
called. Then I/he would be like the most Splendid Star that we know of in Our galaxy…
namely Our Own Star, the Sun, which would Gleam to the darkest Despair for all, never-
ending Time, and I would be so Glad that I could be this”, I’d tell him, and I’d Say..: “That to
be wished the Brightest Star is when Nothing compared to Be the Sun that Started it all, and
which Will still Be Bright at the End, which will at the Same Time be the Beginning of a New
Change. And then, to end it all would be such a Boon, for all my Ancestors Would be
Forgotten by this New Reichsherr, which Could Prove that he was innocent by both demands,
and Really Coul Prove it despite whatever claims would be there by simply not doing it and
knowing that you Wouldn’t do it for whatever your lust it might satisfy as it went completely
against your honour, and/or ethics, and then…only then Would you be to me like my father is
to me…like A.H. was to his Imperium…like an Empire towards an Imperium, and like an
Imperium without bounds. With this I’d like to say…based on my own thinking…”
“Ahem!!!” the Dark Master said, wanting to point out that she got some help in reasoning it
through…”..Oh, well…And then got some shames…” She laughed a little, and all the others
except her daddy smiled a little. “..Without help an Empire can grow lonely, but without help
an Imperium will not flourish”, Orcara said. “..Yes, well. I don’t think I would say it just like
that, but seen in the Essence of the “dear” Aeonics, and on the contradictory Sinister Strategy
I would like to say that, yes, it is so, but I would like to add this: if you see a wayward woman
helping someone…Would you say that she’s: a) ‘evil’; b) good, or c)both. I would say c)…
both, for it is so much more difficult I am being taught to Master one’s ‘evil’ side and become
benefactor to the many than to fall off in the waywardness when was originally intent on
being ‘evil’.” What do I wish to understand?” could be the original intent of such a bitterness
or mis-contentment, or whatever you name or call it. But to climb above one such thing, and
gain Balance in whatever you do doesn’t take more than a meager Man with a hearthy Soul.
But, to Climb Really above them All, and start implementing one’s own Will, or by that
saying Cosmic Wyrd would take more than a man. ..Then he would be something divine, and
that would be to “do as one wilt”, as my daddy told me a buffoon once said…living by the
morals and the standards of his own time, and those of his own, internal darkness, instead of
‘rising above them both’, and live according to one’s own morals, however ‘amoral’, or ‘evil’
they may seem to the many. But they are not like the others…they are something more
‘amoral’…they are something more divine. They have seen the Deepest Pits of Hell, and
they’ve climbed the highest Spires of Paradise, and they’ve come to this conclusion that
Paradise might be whatever you may seem to be to the relative populace of your time. Huh?”
She was a bit confused at Reasoning so vividly at her young age, but she quickly grasped it
and continued. “Heaven and Hell are because they are. And they shall be there for much more
time. But, when you decide to Enter Hell, which is Not of This Place, which is more like
Paradisio…or Paradise. Sorry for my Spanish there!!! And when you’re Not there you must
be Somewhere Else, for it can’t be that the Hell is Void, or the Cosmos is Void when there are
so many Planets out there. How can they be if they were not meant to be Paradises, or Hells of
others? And whose given the right to proclaim that His Hell is the Only One? Who?!?
‘God’??? My father didn’t think so, but I believe that Hell is such a mighty Place that I
wished my Ancestors to go there could be one Plausible Reason if it’s to be as mighty as this
‘god’ of Yeshua, whom I hate so much…the latter one that is! And when the Devil, or Lucifer
says that he’s going to be mightier than his creator, which is commonplace in the History of
the Evolution of Man…wouldn’t Hell be even beyond Time…having existed before Our
Births, and after Our Births, and After All of Time would vanish in the face of Yeshua that
Deceiver??? I think so! And I want to be there, and I want to be there together with my father,
and by his Will alone will I serve him if he deems me needy, which is Something I’m grown
Accustomed to. Right Now I’d like nothing better than to have his puck in my wishy pussy,
and then to suck him I would need to…” “Shut up!!!” Orcara yelled. The Dark Master hushed
her down with his index finger and she tried to continue through her tears…reeking slightly of
ecstasy at the Thought that she would live an eternity at some far-off place, doing all the
things she wanted to do the most, with the man…the only man she loved…her own father, for
all eternity. And that was as if Time didn’t remember when it came back the last time and it
always remembered to come back again, and it came loud and often. “Just like fucking
horses!” she remembered that from a dream, and she remembered that this was about her
father. She had lernt to tell one dream from another just by him telling her some small,
meandering stories from a life when she would be a grown-up. And she understood
everything he said, but she was a bit slow and didn’t react closely enough to his turning point
to get the Real Essence behind these stories. But they were real to her no matter what anyone
else would say. “Nonetheless, you must always remember than there are frogs, and then there
are dragons, and then there are snakes…not just Princes.” And she wanted to flay and pound
at them all in her vision, and she could hardly resist the urge to tear away at Orcara with her
bare fists. Maybe it was some sort of black magick present? She didn’t know until later that
week that it had been a test for her to spot if there would be a traitor present, which the Master
knew already would be Darcora. But, he didn’t mind as he could always get it the way he
wanted in Seville, Spain as he was reviled and feared, and when a Spaniard fears someone
they Respect him, and when they Revile him they usually do his every Bidding. And when
he’s a Hermit as well, they just give praise to their ‘god’, which is hopefully as mighty as this
Reviled man and they thank their ‘god’ for him being a Hermit and not a Terrorist of the
Night, so they might as well honour him a little bit as the Spaniards are generally a very warm
and hospitable Folk…And he was Cold as Ice by the way…

One week later, in Norway the Temple of Azoth continued with its dark Rites in the
Service of Sathan. The original intent of the Temple like many of the other Temples of the
O.D.E. was to bring Sathan…this dark, Fiery Inferno that would instigate upon the World a
new cycle of Changes. This time on a Cosmic scale, trying to get most of Mankind to become
like Him before it was too Late, and they knew they Had the Rites if they would only become
enough Scattered around the Western World to Bring down this Dark, Mighty, Sathanic Force
so that He could revel in the Glory of His Gods, making sure that the plague ‘god’ and his liar
of a son, Yeshua would not spread beyond this World and corrupt the Remainder of the
Cosmos, knowing that if ‘he’d’ do the entire World with all its Cosmos within and without
would disappear in a flash of light and only ‘god’ and his slaves would exist, living in torment
the very lot of them, and then all would be Void for they who came before…who were Old
even when compared to Sathan, and being far mightier…entolling his worthy respect…and
Worship. Some of the Temples were un-Enlightened ‘egotist’ shows led by one man, who’d
use his Temple and members for all its worth, trying to succor them into granting him his
every pleasure of the material. But, there were others who used different methods to attain
similar goals, but who used their Selves to attain a higher glory in the Service of a God that
was so Mighty, so entertaining to the tantalizing mind that he, this Dark Master had thought it
had been for naught…to live, to think, to eat, to be. Everything had been so solemn, and so
depressing that an escape into Darkness had been the only viable option. And that had been
the Creation of a New Order that had as its intent to Bring the Dark Sathan himself so that
they could win over ‘god’, and lay waste to the cruel tyranny that seethes through and
permeates the World these days, so that we could one day, once more…for one Chance…
once again live as Human Gods. But Sathan deceives all the people of the World it’s said, but
that’s only when you don’t Fall into His Dark path…when you Fall into His pit of the Abyss,
when you learn to find some sympathy for Him, and when he listens to you and offers you a
Way Forward which is built solely on your own Strength. And if you can learn to Raise
Yourself up to His Level he Will help you according to his plan…as decreed to Him by his
own Gods: Athushir; Budsturga; Gaubni; Dagon, and Darkat…5 in number, and very Worthy
of Respect. 5 for the various types of brains we have in our mind…5 for the number of aorta
that goes to Our Heart, and 5 for the number of protrusions that extend from Our main body-
mass: the head; two arms…two legs. 5 for the number of toes, and 5 for the number of fingers
on each hand…All these together make a great Dragon, and isnæt Sathan the Great Dragon
himself…devouring all imbeciles who are to weak to fight Him when they are attacking Him,
or are too imbecile to Listen to His Wisdom when, after all he comes from the Deep Caves of
the Earth, and they Can Stretch Far below into the Underground. And is it not there that the
Unknown is…in the deepest Recesses of the Earth…deep Beneath the Caves of the Sea,
where even the most dreaded Serpents dare to Tread. “But before Dagon wished I was very
Afraid”, said Sathan. “..I was wished less, but he seemed to Compel me…and dragged me
downwards, till I could fall no Further. ..And it was there that I faced ‘god’, and all his
disowned Glory…” “And I spat in his face”, said the Serpent, and that Was the Voice of
Dagon I recognized. “Now I need only the Light of the Moon”, I said to myself…above
myself, and without myself…exalting all above myself. “And then…” said Sathan through the
Dark Temples of His Might “...There came along a Man that ordered me to fall on my knees
for Him, for he was more than Might!” “And I thus called Him The Dark Master, and he
obeyed some Gods and Goddesses I later found out.” “But to what Gods shall I pay Homage”
he asked me”, Sathan said. “And at that moment I knew I was lost to me, as he himself felt
that he said he was lost to me. He was in the Dark still, that I could know. But I also knew that
he would fall little further than I, and I deemed that he was fit to Rule the Underworld, so I
termed him The Dark Master. ..And I later knew that I was to be a mere mortal for him as I
was to swap my Life in for him Granting me an Heir to All the Worldly which would always
be called Imperium, and through this Heir, and through my Birth…” I could not believe my
eyes!!! All these visions were so real…and vivid! And so he called..: “I wish to Create for
thyself a mighty Army, with whom I’m content with myself, and who shall bear in their name
the Seal of my family. And through my Heir shall thee have thy Sun as I wish for My
Imperium!!!” How could I be dis-content with that?!?” Sathan said…”And I saw to that he
was worshipped by friends and kin…” he continued.

Chapter III:
A World-View…
The Dark Master had learned to Master himself, which was the utmost Reason for him
following the Left-Hand Path, and despite what Other, more Modern Satanists…Orthodox, or
not might mean…’god’ was a worthy adversary for his Own, Dark Lord…Sathan.

The Dark Master was mainly self-schooled in the Ways of philosophy, religion,
metaphysics, and magick, and who in those days…at the Autumn, or probably at the
Beginning of the Winter Phase of the Imperium he would become such a Great Man that he
would be completely Forgotten. But that’s the price for delving to deep and far underground.
But he didn’t mind for all that fame and glory. He was quite content in his Sol Niger that he’d
have enough money to fend for himself, that he’d have enough pussy to fuck, and that he’d
have a daughter, with whom he could possibly fuck. But that was before he knew anything
about himself…before he saw visions. He had Fallen to far on the pathworkings for any gods
to Master him except for perhaps Athushir and Budsturga of Sathan’s Gods, but they didn’t
mostly matter about the Refuge as he was kind to little trolls…like Sathan had been to them
so many Aeons ago, and he seeked the warm Comfort of his next of Kin, which might mean
that he might have the Moon in the Hermit. ..That meant that he might be the old Hermit
himself…the very thunder-lizard – the only mortal man that might ever best Sathan in real
Combat. But they weren’t too sure. Then Sathan said..: “Aww, come on! Give ‘im a Chance!”
And so they let him Fall further into the Abyss to see how long he could fall. And, he went
far…further than anyone could have imagined. And he went further down beyond Athushir,
coming down to the Moon, and then he came close to Sathanas. And, then he went further
down beyond even that one!!! And, he went further…till he neared Budsturga, and he went
beyond that one too!!! “Will this near No End?!?” Athushir Thought, and she was sure that he
was the old, sly Hermit that wants, but never can get enough. “And he continued going
under!!! How far?!?” Athushir nearly screamed. And then..: “So, the bottom was nearly
reached he said to himself, and lauged, and smiled, and chuckled a little bit about that.” And
they…the others saw that he bore no grudge against them for tempting him to find the bottom
of himself. Then said Shugara…the Very Moon in himself that: “There will be some few
other who are going to be very jealous”…”And when they know they can’t be as damned raw
or rancid or corny???” the Dark Master said to his own Mind, and smiled and laughed a little
on his inside. And, Athushir urged him forwards towards combat. But, neither choosing side,
nor encountering themselves personally, she ushered Sathanas to go back at his side as he was
something very meager than she, or Sathan had first expected, and saw that a long way lay
ahead of them if they were going to save this squalid state. But he knew that the Star in him
wouldn’t give him any rest Until He stood at the final top of himself…to do that which he had
always wanted..: to revel in all the little pleasures he had had left in his meager little life as a
Hermit…enough money to get by, a sweet, little, cherishable daughter, and enough pussy to
revel in until he’d gotten his exacting Revenge on the World…the End of All and Everything.

One day, barely able to fend for himself…eating little, having a bad drug habit, eating
nerve pills like candy, almost working himself into a very stalwart and crazy neurosis
“because the World would end today so must finish my Work so I’ll be remembered!!!”
syndrome of a very bad psychosis, which happens when you’re separated from all your dear
ones and family, stuck on a farm where the only females worth looking at or talking to on a
regular basis are 6 and 8 year old, and when doing a lot of pathworkings and working on how
to find the secrets of the spiritual alchemy, reading a lot of National-Socialist writings and
working your ass off for a crazy farmer with no wants…without being paid in pussy because
there are no females around that you can talk to on a daily basis because you work on a farm
can be bad enough. But when you try performing Empathic Magick on a farm when there’s a
lizard striving to get free from your subconcious, and the farmer is constantly hassling you
about not working too fast and the farmer’s wife being too ugly to puke on, let alone get
horny on you turn to his daughters, which become an object of Desire. And, Desire, unlike
Empathy…Empathy being much darker and suffering at the objects of wanton it’s easy to
understand that one tries to seek one’s mate among one’s equals. And, the Dark Master…
thinking himself charismatic and handsome sees a lot of auras, or personality types in the
way, shape, fashion, and form of colours on all the people around him, and seeing that he has
Empathy for little girls as well as animal fuckers soon starts to lose his mind…out of wanton.
And not promised his share of old, wanton pussies start to turn to the younger to let His
Empathy turns towards ‘amorality’ instead of ‘evil’…trying to Master it as to not rape some
babies or animals out of lust. For those were Wild, crazy days for a very wanting man. And
the young girls were charismatic and very pretty, and they seemed very warm and inviting. So
one day…out of pure frustration, not being able to find any peace or comfort at his adobe on
the farm goes off into the Hills and start wanking. ..Then the first visions appear, and he
believes…he knows…he’s certain..: He’s wanking to the youngest of those girls…the 6-year
old. And, trying to escape that a sight appears in his mind…her 8-year old sister. And, he’s
still Wanking! How ‘amoral’ was that? How necessary was that? I know, for sure that that
was part of his Destiny, and that Destiny was so wild and unfathomable that only Sathan
could have attempted to save himself for wanting that that day. But Sathan let it put to the
Test, and he found out…a few years later, when he was starting to come down from All that
Black Magick that eventually led to his madness, and ultimately led to the Salvation of his
Soul into the Arms of Hell that he had indeed Empathy for little girls, and that he had needed
to feel what it was like if he’d raped her this day…this little six-year old girl which he was so
fascinated by, and so intruiged…and so very bewildered, and so charmed, and so wanton. Ah,
ooo, ooh! Oh well…better stay away from that in this life-time and wait for better…newer
chances. But Burgit has been to this day and age possibly one of his best, sweet, little maidens
able to be plucked, but so unseemingly young, and way to young to puck. “So, damned it!” he
said to himself…”I’m going to stay here longer…a few Winters and a few Summers, and
then, dammit, I’m going to marry this damsel! Then she might be mature enough, and then
she might be thirteen. And then…and then…” That was so heart-breaking to him. She seemed
to understand everything he felt and he so often wanted to just speak to her, but it wouldn’t be
allowed. He knew this. He was in the service of some higher forces, and she probably thought
that he couldn’t be trusted to tell her secrets to. Then he wanted to Rage…he wanted to kill.
He wanted to kill her, to Rage on Her. But then he got the better of it..: How about I kill off
all the rest and burn it all down? Kill the rest of the village harlots, and marry this one and that
one, and I could probably take her baby brother as a foster son…What he couldn’t believe
was that two so ugly, unseemly people like their parents could give birth to two girls that were
so pretty. Then he thought of raping the 6-year old and the 8-year old, and smacking the 3-
year old. But he got the better of it…Got away from there after being fired from his Job, being
forced to move within the Week-End. Having no way to turn to…”Gotta try…Move away!”
He finally found refuge with a new-found mate that was into Traditional Devil-worship,
although of a more orthodox lineage and view and he stayed in the woods outside his father’s
house for a few days until he got a flat. Then all came unraveling…”So, what was Paradise
like in those days?” Burgit asked when they met some years later…still in her own village,
living on that same farm as he had intended to visit her when she was 13 and fuck her mind
out. But, he had been delayed a year or so…mostly due to being overworked as well as
feeling a little guilty for not treating her like a queen, and having somewhat of a bad
conscience for leaving her in a jam. She seemed as if though she was striving so hard to hold
on to some things, that she strived so hard to make the endings meet. But I guess she wasn’t
more desperate then than the Dark Master was when he first visited her again…to talk to
her…to explain, to wish for happiness…to fuck her again until her mind blew out. But she
was very dear to him, but he didn’t need her as he needed one certain, other individual…his
own, very sweet, tender daughter that had such a lust that it would be near enviable by the
Dark Master when he would be 14. But now he thought it as natural a few years after the little
girl had ripened.

He was deeply involved in Politics nowadays, trying to pave way for a New Fascist
line in Seville. There already was a Nationalist party in Spain, but they were supporting the
ETA, and that didn’t go well by him. After all, Basque Country had always been a part of
Spain since Franco’s Time, and why the hell should they be separated now?!? It wasn’t
laudible, it didn’t make sense. It was just sad…So, shortly, after a while he considered to
withdraw from Politics altogether when a young man…from the Democratic Party said he
would like to work more closely with him, and he had said that he had watched him from afar
and that he exuded such a Majesty. But he never mentioned anything about the Dark Master
being in league with the Devil, but somehow he suspected, or seem to knew. Who knew what
mighty Political Contacts he might have ahead of him, or indeed had. But the Dark Master
was working after a plan, a plan called sometimes Aeonic Strategy, which was all about
raising the Conciousness of the Folk in even, calculated periods within one’s own lifetime,
and this was done in accordance with Sinister Strategy. Sinister Strategy is a Strategy on how
to select…or whom to selct in accordance with a Sinister Goal. Dabblers in this field planned
for centuries, or millennia, but the Dark Master planned for 4-5 years ahead, while at Aeonic
Strategy he planned for 10,000’s of years ahead, but that was an entirely different Strategy. It
involved planning Cosmic Expansions in the very wide sense to more specifically included,
such as planning the Evolution of a planet for instance, and Sinister Strategy, combined with
the Sinister Dialectics, or how to make Sathan more manifest to this World came to him when
he read another Order’s manuscripts on Aeonics, and he couldn’t quite fathom how anyone
could be so smart as to see the links described therein so he got a bit scared. But separating
them into two or three separate parts made him able to Reason it into: Sinister Strategy;
Aeonic Strategy, and the Sinister Dialectics, which all made Manifest Through Sathan made
the Throbbing Heart of a God come alive in all and everything as everything was alive. That
was why he had been so scared. He couldn’t believe that this so-called Grandmaster of that
other Order, believing himself to be a Satanist could wish for ‘god’s’ return…That’s so, oh
well…fucking Sick!!! There must be something awfully wrong with him then, this man whom
so many other men ass-licked. But the Dark Master chose not to follow him, but trusted more
the Newer Representative of that Order as he learned some More Practical Skills as he had
wanted all the Way. And sitting down to study his Painting he soon took up Painting himself,
with serious Writing coming very soon after that. But the Dark Master hadn’t felt that his
Creative Potential was Fulfilled Yet, so he took up some skills in Musick and started Creating
his own Sinister Works…intent on bringing Death through his musick…trying to invoke as
many Suicides as was possible without being there to slit their wrists himself, or hanging
them upright, or making any type of atrocity towards them where he would take the blame.
After all…weren’t they great losers from the start, wanting to die before knowing the Glory of
Sathan?!? He knew it for sure…

So, he was Damned. Now how about this certain, entertaining newsflash? I am Wise…
you possess knowledge…Who do you think will be better off fending for himself when the
System goes down and Total Chaos reigns? That will Probably be me, but that’s not for Sure
now, is it? ‘Cause you claim to be blessed by ‘god’, and you suspect that I’m a heathen
“’cause I did not say anything about my faith or religion”…right? Well, what would you say
that one of my gods is the Adversary of your “divine maker”, who can’t even promise you a
real Paradise on Earth now that all are believing the World going to Hell and trying to invent
it. Well, I got news for you, bubba..: The World ain’t going to hell. ..Hell’s already gone far
away from this place because it was way too rotten for it. So, Paradise came. And, if you call
this World Paradise…what would you Call Hell then? Cool??? So, I’m better off with my
Wisdom in knowing for sure…because the Wise people know, and the other might be
knowledgeable, but they don’t know with an absolute certainty that they can take with them to
hell. ..But, they think they know, and so…therefore they think that they might be blessed, but
they don’t know that for sure, for they are not blessed. We are All Damned in this World!

Orcara had killed a guy in self-defense and she was accused with manslaughter. She
needed the help of the Order, and so went about contacting her trusted fellows as discreetly as
possible, using hidden gateways and links to get in touch with them and ask for their
assistance. A week passed before she got a reply from two of the three she’d contacted, other
than the Dark Master, who replied after three weeks. He said: “Dear Orcara…What eventual
injustice has befallen you for defending your honour? Unfortunately I myself can offer little
assistance in choosing attorneys, nor do I own any cops in Norway, nor am I very intimate
with royal pardons. But…it seems to me that you need some sort of alibi, and unless there
were too many witnesses, or the cops caught you red-handed and don’t have a murder weapon
I guess you can always come to stay with us for a couple of weeks, all of us claiming that you
were here for the last two months prior to the attack. I trust this will gowell as I’m on very
good terms with all the Policia Local and La Guardia Civil down here as I’m a trusted, and
well respected citizen down here due to the hospitality of the Sevillan people. I can get them
to claim that they visited here just about a few hours before the attack, playing with the kids at
the current time, and La Guardia Civil had the normal check-up on us, which they do every
forthnight or so, and they saw that everything was in order, and they even took your name as
they didn’t recognize you. You had been shopping the other times they were around and these
were new officers of La Guardia Civil who’d only been at us a couple of times before, and
one time you were even sleeping upstairs in the guest bedroom. If that’s not enough I can get
someone, probably the cops who were here at the time to sign a written statement that they
had to take you to the mental asylum, forging all the necessary documents in doing so as I’m a
well respected citizen among the local populace trying to build a great name for Spain once
again. I can imagine that the Policia down here likes me that well is because I’m anti-Franco;
anti-ETA; anti-EU, and while they might not like it they also know that I’m anti-NATO, but
they seem to like it that I’m pro-UN, as I, as well as many of them believe that there should be
basic human rights for us all, and that is something I know they fathom, so I trust it will be
problem in trying this method. Unfortunately I don’t live in Portugal where I do own a cop…
who’d like to work for me if he’d get the chance. If you would like to go there I could tell him
by mail about the situation, and he’d tell them that you are his woman, and that you were
fucking like rabbits when the attack is supposed to have happened. Unfortunately I have no
money to spare for other than a round-trip ticket to any given destination that you might get
away with. But I promise you that if you vouch for either one of these ways you’d be safe
from the law of that dirty, old, rotten country of that Jew-infested government. The reason the
Policia check up on us is that we keep mainly to ourselves, so they feel obliged to check up on
us unless any harm befall us, and we’re too respected and well off usually for any harm to
come to us. Besides Our Policia likes the fighting spirit of some certain individuals of our
family, and they like the tendency of the whole family of “sticking with like-minded to be
without the risk of housing strangers that won’t do us no good.” So, if you’d like a safe haven,
now, or anytime soon make sure to phone us at our house phone and I’ll be sure to get you a
good alibi. You may stay as long as you’d like, dear friend. Yours sincerely, the Dark
Master…” The letter was sent by hushmail on the Internet as all respected members of the
Temple of Azoth, and the O.D.E. had several e-mail accounts, only using their hushmail
accounts for secure mails as should be since it was a fully encrypted mail server that’s
accessible from any computer world-wide that’s got Internet connection. Safety first as
always, unless you’re a New Initiate of the Order when you live enough on “the edge” of the
Abyss, just to garner enough Experience from living so that you can manage on your own for
a while. Then you go on living on “the edge” again…this time only more wizened…Orcara
hadn’t decided to do that drastic step as the Dark Master had done so many years ago…to
Master the Abyss in herself, and Becoming the Shadow of her Soul. But that was her choice.
She was among the most respected Members of the O.D.E. and she was in dire need for some
outside assistance now, and she knew that she could try any of her trusted fellows in the Order
and in two out of three cases she would always get positive help in some form or other. But,
she rarely asked for help as she was very Self-sufficient, and thus a highly respected member
of her own Temple, and in the Order in general. That was all there was to say about the
matter. Now she needed some help…

Orcara and the Dark Master hadn’t met until a few years after the Temple of Azoth
and the Ordo Deorc Eorthe had made a stable Internet presence. Then she Contacted the Dark
Master through his hushmail account as she thought that the O.D.E. seemed more humane
than her previous Order, which she couldn’t fathom at it’s hidden roots were Gnostic, anti-
Cosmic devil-worship which were more Christians than pagans, having only one god to turn
to, and in the case of the Old Grandmaster asking him for advice in almost any circumstance
only to hail himself as a god, caring nothing for anything than his own ‘egotism’ pure and
simple. He only wanted to look good and favourable in the eyes of the many in the history to
come, and she wanted something softer, more feminine that was essentially heathen, all the
while ‘amoral’ with a slight touch of ‘evil’ on a trial-by-error basis, claiming that you can
commit a crime against Nature 2-3 times but if you won’t shape up after that Time we’ll make
sure that you’ll burn in Paradise forever, looking for your servitor ‘god’…Yeshua, and licking
his ass for him to torment you further. Or, you could follow our path, and we’d probably
make sure that if you were worthy. That is a natural, honest, stalwart, and forthright person
we’d make sure you’d go to hell to sin forever and live in the cool, temperate shades, with
Change coming in once in a while to wipe all the bad vibes away if you chose that. That is…if
you ruled a domain in hell of course as the Dark Master had done since 1997 a.h. which was
some while ago. But, he had searched for “Paradisio” back in 1347, and in 1711 a.h. but to no
avail. But, the Devil…Sathan, and/or Lucifer had made sure to remember this ancient Soul
that was 711 years in all…living only two conscious lives before turning into the Dark
Master. He was very old…If you were only 4-5 years older according to this scale you’d be
termed Cthonic, and then you’d be Very Dark. The Dark Master was glad he had decided to
stay where he was at the current time, enabling him to do as he wanted in the World as long as
he kept to his own family and morals. He was a step beyond Good and Evil, and he could go
no further to become a Cosmic Being, but the Antichrist had been there, trying to incite him to
go even beyond that, to that of a Cosmic Being…creating gods in his own names. But it had
been to Grotesque, as he would have to have raped and killed his own first-born daughter…
his very Own Heart-Stone…his Heart-Seeker, Sophia Venn…his alpha & omega, his all and
nothing…his everything.

“Ah, ah, ooh, ooh…now, now! Ah, ah, ooh, ooh!” Sophia Venn was fucking her father
for the first time. She had touched herself a little bit beforehand, but felt it was kind of
awkward. But one day her father sat down with her in their double-bed and said: “Hi!” She
wanted to kiss him, so she smiled. Then he said..: “Do you know what I want to know about
you, Sophia Venn, dear? How you can be so sweet and cuddly to me when I can’t get enough
of you…” “Is that so wrong?” she asked. “Well, what do I want to do now then?” she
asked. ..She wanted to take a shit. “Well…” her father said “..I’m very sure that you want to
take a shit as you always do when you get out of bed after the siesta…” She kissed him, and
he stroked her thigh gently. She was surprisingly shocked to say the least, and he kissed her
again. This time she used her tongue, massaging it within his own mouth. And then he put his
hand on her pussy and he started rubbing it gently. “Ah, ah, ah…oom, mmm, mmm”, she
said. She was feeling so warm all over, and she was feeling so wet down there. “Ooops!” she
said, and then he laughed, and then she laughed and took of her pants before inciting him to
lie down and French with her. She was so warm! “And she was so wet”, he could
remember…savouring it, and wanting to know it. He rubbed her cunt gently in massaging
strokes and he could feel that she got wetter and wetter. Then she tried to take off her
pantyhose, but his hand stopped hers and he started stroking her under her night blouse. She
didn’t wear a bra while sleeping, and her teats were nice and small. Then he suddenly took her
night-blouse off and started rubbing her nipples. She just said “Ooo..!” when he tore of her
night-blouse and she suddenly knew what the word “horny” meant. They made love for many
hours, and he made her shit his mouth the first Time they slept together. Then he fucked her
tiny arse, followed by some tight jabs in the very nice cunt, and she was so happy. And, she
wanted so much more of him that she could hardly wait…

“I want War, and my Destiny was to be a Warrior, but I’m also a politician”…he was
honest. “We need a new Empire…a New Imperium in the West, which would be at the Height
of the Roman Empire”…he was skillfully manipulating, trying to be highly rhetorical about
his musings. He said: “We need a War-Imperium where Conquest of the Stars would be a
long-term Goal, but we also need to secure for Ourselves a Homeland”…he was skillfully
manipulating through two very certain truths according to his Wisdom. There was a lot of
mumbled voices as he went silent for a few seconds. He ushered them to let him
continue…”Do you remember the Holy Roman Empire, do you remember the
Conquistadores? What did they do? Did they not Conquer? And do we not have this relative
wealth and status because of such men? And what do I say? We need a New Fascist Europa…
a Europe that’s built on equality among its true people. And what do I mean? A Europe where
it’s allowed to hate one’s next of kin, and that means to be a Racist in some small degree or
not. And why’s that so important??? Well, it’s shown in Nature that only tribe, or flock
members get along well with eachother. And why do we need a new Fascist Europa then?
Because it seems in Nature that there is a certain pecking-order, a certain hierarchy where the
alpha males take the positions as flock leaders, and that is fascism. And do you know what
else is fascism? War…And where do we find War in Nature??? Well, that’s with Predator
killing Prey, and how are we separate from this Nature that permeates us us surrounds us?
We’re not, so therefore fascism is the most correct and honourable form of rule for any state
in the West, and by that we mean Europa…the Old West. And, there’s a certain need for a
Nationalist akin to the Way the Vikings portrayed it.” He was taking a very tactical break
before he sighed and continued…”A New Fascist, Nationalist, and Racist Europa would lead
the Way to the Stars where we would pave the Way for a New Kind of Evolution of Mankind,
of atavisms of human stock, which would be far superior to any Man today. And we would
see the rise of bionics and Cybernetics, and we would enable the few remaining humans left
on this planet a Chance to develop and grow despite of this planet being abused to the utmost
by Every Living Human being that has ever worked in the Name of Progress, and where do
we Start this Cosmic Evolution with the Following Cosmic Expansion??? On Mars…that’s
where the answer for where the near future is going. After that…Outer Space! For we have to
face it soon, and start moving before it’s too late..: The Earth is going to be depleted of raw
materials in a millennia, or two, and we have no time to waste!” He was skillfully
manipulating them towards a higher purpose…one that would envelop the Cosmos and make
Man as God. And one of the purposes was to crush the opposition of Yeshua, and his ‘god’,
whom had extolled such a tyranny on the West for over a thousand years, and enough was
enough. He didn’t know where, or when Yeshua and his ‘god’ would be crushed and
incinerated, but he knew that it would happen within the next 2,000 years, for they could not
afford to bring along Yeshua to the furthest-most reaches, or else the Pest of ‘god’ would
Conquer his plan and incinerate everything in being, and that was awful now that he, and his
family, as well as other Order and Temple members had been striving for the same goals for
more than a decade. “..Now listen..: I am an old Warrior, and I believe that the Soul can live
forever. But how can it live when Paradise is full and there are constantly being born new
humans? We need to create new Paradises, and then we need Gods out there as well. So,
therefore we must all those of us who are Catholics, or Atheists, or Agnostics, and not
Heathens, which have their own Gods believe in one god…the Very source of Life…the
Living Water, that resides within us all, and that Can teach us to Live according to Our own
Rules. It is this god that can teach us to Master our Dark nature…the very ‘evil’ inside of us
all and make us as complete as we can in order to come as close as possible to this God,
which is the Water of the Wise. And I say to you this: We need to be strong and form a New,
Fascist, and Racist Europe where we want to live in peace with our own kind, and not bring in
to many foreigners. Do you not believe in the Sanctity of your own family???” “Yeah, yeah,
yeah!!!” they yelled and clapped. “Yes, I know I believe in the Sanctity and love of my
Family, but I also know the Love of a Folk which are my brethren, and although I keep
mostly to my own I have chosen to be here because you are not as inhospitable as the
Northern Europeans. And why do I know that? Because I have betted on every game that I
would one day find peace and happiness with my own family in a country that would worship
the very ground that my family walks on. And I know this…my family is well respected
although we have only been here for four years. But why should you be the pawn in an
International Conspiracy of Jewry Power Players that only intend to eradicate the World? Not
when the International Jewry, like the Zionist Pigs which has run the government of Norway
for many years, if not decades even doesn’t believe in Yeshua, who was the son of Santa
Maria…the Holy Virgin. And what’s with the Jew, that they even can’t expect that a god can
be Born of a Mortal Woman? Is there anything wrong with that? Do you remember the Greek
Hero Hercules? Wasn’t he hailed as a god…probably even exalted above them, doing feats
that none of them dared? And was not he the Son of a god and a Mortal Woman??? Yes.” He
sat down again, and he could smell the sweet smell of victory. The plans wouldn’t bear any
real fruits for another few centuries, but his Heirs would all be there to collect it while he was
to be forgotten. That was great to him as long as he fulfilled his promise to his Heart-Stone,
that she could inherit it all…Heaven, as well as Hell, as long as she obeyed her mother, and
honoured her. The she could have her freedom under responsibility. And she took good care
of herself and mended herself from any mental injury that the other family members had
inflicted upon her. But then again he had taught most of his daughters to be resilient, and
when the mothers taught them the same way they’d eventually learn to be tough and Self-
sufficient…enabling them to survive in the coming millennia. He walked slowly out of the
theatre and ushered the reporters off and said “Commenta? No, no!” to them all…meaning:
“No comments!” He knew that in ten to twenty years there would be a stop of immigration
from non-Western Lands, and there would be mass deportations of these foreigners. ..In 50
years time there would be Racial Riots, and within 150 years there would be a large-scale War
that would open the eyes of the World as a whole, and within a 1,000 years they would
already have travelled to the deepest recesses of the Outer, known Space, and possibly have
established the 1,000-year Reich of War & peace, and he was quite content. He had said what
his visions had told him through all these Dark Years waiting for his Heir…his Heart-Stone…
his one and true love in life, his all and nothing.

He paid attention to all the major Spanish newspapers the following weeks in addition
to some large, International, Western newspapers and magazines like Le Monde, The New
York Times, and Der Spiegel to see if there were any Comments to his very fluent speech. He
knew he had made a great impression on the locals, but he wished to know whether or not it
had been enough for the Western Press to notice. El Pais wrote a few comments, so did Der
Spiegel, and so did Le Monde, and he answered every inlay with a personal letter to the
Writer, hoping, and almost felling assure that that would make a greater impression to the
greater populace of the World. In Every letter he wrote he wrote clearly, and in detail what he
meant about all such interesting things such as “A New Nationalism”; “A New Fascist
Europe”; about Cosmic Evolution, and the Cosmic Expansion that was about to happen if we
acted accordingly when the Time was Right, and he stressed that we needed to act now, or
rather soon or else it would be too late and we would lose track of the Main Objective, which
permeates all of Nature...: “The Survival of the Species”. It was a mix of rhetorics, lies,
speech, and some personal information on his Political Life, Studies of the Dark Side, as well
as his educational schoolings, and he hoped they would all go well. His letters “To the Editor”
created much debate, but after 4-5 years of correspondence with very little Wisdom or insight
on the others behalf, and no support the debates faded, but by that time Things had begun to
Change, and Small Changes were being wrought all over the World, but mostly in South
America, but also somewhat skillfully and thoughtful in Europe as well. But, he had stopped
caring…The effects were now irreversible. “So, the Change had been wrought???” he said
and laughed by himself at all the folly of all these Fools who couldn’t see one straight line
regarding who was fit to rule. It was clearly up for a Fascist, and Racist New Europa in some
centuries time, and then His Master, and his Heirs would Harvest all the fruits of his
ingenious Work.

Chapter IV:
A Change…
The Congregation followed him in ‘The Words of Sathan’, spoken aloud in the Rite of
Sathan, which was a lesser Rite for the Temple…mainly focusing on larger-scale Aeonic
Rites that would certainly be very fruitful in conjunction with the Worldy Works of the Real
Masters of the Underground…the Dark, Satanic Masters living in the West. The Congregation
chanted: “In the Beginning was the Word, and the Word was Chaos, and the Chaos was
Thought, and the Chaos of Thought was Anarchy…” and so they continued, followed by the
‘Aktlal Maka’ chant. Then the Mistress rang the gong seven times, and the Rite was
Concluded.

Chaos was Coming to Norway and the British Isles in 2017 a.h. and it manifested in
Norway as a great Riot, where the general populace went to strike against the increase of food
prices inflating. And the strike turned violent as some fascist, few as they were, started
attacking the pigs, and then the cops came in with billy clubs, rubber bullets, mace, and
shields, and the Norwegian people, so seemingly dis-content with the behavior of the cops
started rioting. Few places were left unscathed. The riots lasted for three-quarters of a year, all
the way into 2018 a.h. In England the Sect of the ONA gained some foot-hold, and gained
some quite powerful, Self-Possessed individuals who went about killing on ONA’s command
until the combined forces of the police and the National-Socialist Movements had seen
enough of the Works of these “seemingly overbloated, inflated Jews”, and were ready to wipe
out the entire Order to get them from killing their countrymen. So, the National-Socialists
started infiltrating ONA groups instead of trying to root them out en masse, and crippled and
mutilated a whole bunch of them before the rest of them fled the country. But, the National-
Socialist Movements of England had gotten enough and declared…nay, decried a War against
these Jewry Satanists, and recruited largely, which resulted in a great battle with them and the
cops, which the N-S’ sadly lost, meaning that the colonialism and imperialism of the UK
might once again be on the prowl, probably invading Norway to root out the remaining
Temples of the ODE by the Special Air Service. But, that could become very risky for the
British government as they would gain several powerful enemies among Satanic Fascist
supporters who were just beginning their Spiritual Search in the World, and they could be
quite rich and/or influential, and could drive most of the Continent into a War against the
British Isles…a War that Great Britain couldn’t possibly hopefully win, even in the smallest
margin. But, later…in the first Century in the Second Millenia anno horrificus, England did
invade Scandinavia’s Norway because they seized the opportunity to draw attention from
their own, dis-honourable acts due to the very Real Occurrence of Riots breaking Out all over
Europe due to the price of gasoline. But that was the end-marker for the Satanic Fascists of
Northern Europe. While all the Temples had been withdrawn from Norway prior to the
invasion…knowing of course of the plans well ahead of time. Its members housed by
powerful Satanic Fascists all across Europe, and some even staying at the Dark Master’s old,
Sevillan family house. Now they were so mad that they Hired some local populace and armed
them, and tried to seize Power, a result which ended in several casualties on both sides, and
the Satanic Fascists having to play a very Tactical Game…it eventually gave rise to a New,
Nationalist Northern Europe, encompassing the Satanic Fascists, National-Socialist,
democrats, and fascists, and they lived in peace on their home Soil for approximately 100
years or so before an all-out War began to rage across all of Northern-, and Eastern Europe,
with a lot of in-fighting, but generally Folk against Folk, trying to blame one side, or the other
for Historical genocides that might, or might not happen. Welcome to Le Fin de Siecle, or as
we should probably explain it a bit further..: The End of Imperium, or The Height of Man.

During the 30’s Riots in France ‘swords’ was a lethal force…Arousing suspicion in
Paris, wandering strenuously in with a couple of damask steel broadsword, vambraces, and
greaves, and with a backpack containing some iron rations, some litres of water, a chain shirt,
and some other necessary provisions she was ready to partake of any skirmishes that might
occur between the Frenchies. That’s also why her father called her ‘chancey’, as she was
always chancy in a sword-fight entailing the Western Martial Arts known as ‘Physis’, a
Martial Art that was genuinely Western in Origin, and that placed honour, respect of women,
and chivalry in a high regard, and she was ready to battle for what it was worth. She got a few
battle-scars before withdrawing to Norway where she was a local pest, becoming old and sly.
But, due to her being with ‘swordsley’ she was brave enough as a Physis Ranger to take
control over the Physis Ranger division, and believed she had the power to control the ‘Physis
Warrior’ branch, and the ‘Physis Voivode’ branch in addition, but she strived to gain control
over them both until the day she died. She was a bit weird by normal standards, but she was
an average girl with a lot to get going. She fathered one woman and two sons, whom she all
bewed with the loss of her father, ‘swordsley’. But they weren’t her Character, but she loved
them all the more as they proved no threat to her limbs. And as can be said about ‘swords’:
“Ah, I’m losing my virginity as I speak…” I get she got more and more horny the more she
spoke, and she couldn’t seem to shut up for more than a few seconds of a time. But that was
ok as long as her ‘swordsley’ kept her pre-occupied with a sword and dagger or a couple of
swords, which they used to play-act, and pretend they were Gladiators several times a week
from the year she turned 11, having an intense fascination for swords. Her half-sister, Lynda
would take charge of the ‘Physis Voivode’ Division after her mother, Grymate’s death, and
she passed it on to her own daughter whom she had begotten with her own father. Lynda
being equally skilled as Borghild with swords, but being more general in battle prowess as to
what kinds of swords she could use. While Borghild specialized in knives, daggers, and
European broadswords, Lynda could use any sword from anywhere in the World with equal
skill. Of her Children little is said, but she died at home with her family present, and she was a
true Matriarch in all instances, unlike Sophia Venn, who was utterly dedicated to her father.
Lynda kept her family close to her, and taught them all the Ways to fight with swords…with
any weapon, and she taught them the ways of sneaking and camoflaguing, as well as any
survival skill she could muster. She kept her family close to her Chest, and travelled nowhere
far without having at least a few of her family members present. She loved her mother dearly,
and had sort of an Oedipal Complex towards her, having several crushes for her during her
lifetime.

A few months earlier Lynda had gotten well from her schizophrenia, and the Dark
Master wanted to surprise her and to appreciate her, and he had seen that she had watched a
lot of pirate movies while she was psychotic, and he thought that he’d stage a Pirate Traesure
Hunt with her being the matey, and he being the skipper, even though he had to dress up in
those fucking fawny pirate costumes. So, he used his Visa and ordered some sets for himself,
Lynda, Borghild, and Sophia Venn, but Sophia Venn didn’t want to participate, but Borghild
came in later in the Act, when Lynda had gone from being the Treasure-seeking matey to be
the maiden about to be rescued by the Pirate Captain, and fucked senseless by him…just as in
the Pirate porn comedies, which she acquired a taste for after that incident. But the whole
Masquerade started with the Dark Master exusing himself from the dinner at an erly point,
with no one suspecting what he had in mind, but they thought it was a bit that he left the
dinner table so early that day as they were going to have vails, which was one of his favourite
courses along with Jamon, and side pork of swine, which they tried to have as often they
could to appreciate him, but it was very expensive, when before it had been a farmer’s
common meal. He went into the bedroom, which he also used as a musick studio, and got
undressed, and used the large mirror they had standing there to correct his “uniform”. Then he
said in the doorway..: “Sqwak, sqwak! Aye…Skipper!!!” Borghild and Lynda racing to the
bedroom, with Lynda coming first. She was utterly shocked, and so was Borghild when she
saw the sight. On his left shoulder he had a cloth parrot in red cloth, and he was wearing a hi-
carbon Cutlass which looked very Real. Grymate thought it was a nice gesture and went into
the dining hall to stall the guests so that Lynda could get some quality time with her father as
she felt really sorry for her having inherited her father’s paranoid schizophrenia. Her father
had supported her the whole time, but it was inevitable and they locked Lynda in the mental
asylum for a month, and she was psychotic for three months. But, she never succumbed to her
paranoid psychosis for the rest of her life, obviously becoming wizened by that experience.
She rushed to put on her costume, which the Dark Master had left for her and Borghild at the
Roccocco divan that stood in their living room, being told that she might not open her gift
until she got the clear signal from her father, and now she knew exactly what to do. She
stripped bare…down to her knickers, and she was wearing a push-up bra to exemplify her
burgeoning teats, a Midi pantyhose, polyester stockings in black, and a skin-toned garter,
which matched her pantyhose. She yelled: “Borghild! Borghild! Wha-hoa!!!” And then
Borghild got undressed, but she liked dressing sexy for her father, having dressed extremely
sexy at her thirteenth birthday, and a few days after she turned fifteen, which had resulted in
her father banging her everywhere in the living room, and in the kitchen respectively. She
took her time…probably knowing that this was kinda like Lynda’s moment for the moment.
Sophia Vennj went over to her package…opened it, and said “Yuck!” and sat down and was
quiet the remainder of the evening after having cried a few, bitter tears. But, Lynda came, and
the Dark Master said: “Aye, matey..?” And she replied: “Aye, skipper!!!” and she winked.
That unnerved the Dark Master a little and he couldn’t help but giggle a little. And then she
kissed him and moved her hips forward to stroke her pussy against his prick, and she got so
warm. She probably hadn’t been this warm since she got back from her skiing vacation in
Norway…all full of fever and the flu, whereupon she had fucked him so hard, and sucked his
wits out so that he had to hold her back as she barely could contain herself. And now he
understood what was going on in her mind. She was desparately seeking a mate amongst the
men she knew so that she could father some children. And that day he vowed to himself that
he would help her father 2-3 Children by himself, or by one of his old, Norwegian comrades,
but she hardly knew any men because she was very shy, unlike Borghild for instance, so he
had to better select a flamboyant Character that could help her get her self-esteem back so that
she could be a hearthy, shaped woman that she was built for. She took down her blouse to the
center of her ribs, and took off her push-up bra, and said after her had opened his blouse,
baring his hairy chest, and she said: “What’s thy wanting, sire?” “Aye!” he said and winked.
Then she led him to the double-bed and she pretended to horse ride for some miles in a few
instants, getting to the beach where the ship was lying, and the ship being the bed, and her
pretending to be the maiden and the matey, and she took off her pantyhose, and pissed the
skipper right in the mouth, and sat atop his face…her wanking herself, and touching and
caressing her lovely, white breasts. Then it was Borghild’s turn to enter the scene…as a
Buccaneer. But, she was showed away until Lynda had been licked for quarter of an hour…
starting to suck and wank her father in ways she had never done before. Then Borghild sat on
top of his face, and the three of them had lovely sex for several hours…resulting in Borghild
getting impregnated with a daughter.

The Dark Master had written an e-mail to the Terrorists of the Middle East. “Dear
Terrorists…I am hereby obliged to call thee secret times in pledging my allegiance to some
similar goals. The main objective being the Destruction of the Jewry, with other, similar goals
being the crushing of the Western World-tyrrany, as well as wanting some destruction by your
weapons on some parts of the World that doesn’t seem interested in Separating Europe from
all foreigners, making them able to help themselves, and as such We won’t interfere with you
either. In order to give our support we want the following demands prophesized, or then
Clearly Written that we…the Dark Master and the Order to which he Belongs, would like you
to stop Bombing Spain as we have enough terror here already with the ETA, which doesn’t
seem to understand that we are a part of them as they are a part of this Great country. In order
to achieve this we would like to do the following: We will try to exclude Spain from the
following two international, Zionist organizations: NATO, and they EU. I speak on behalf of
Spain saying this. Usama o akbar! Yours sincerely…the Dark Master”. He was quite content
with himself, and now he needed to hope for a positive reply. He didn’t want much, but he
only wanted to live with his own people, and let them fight their own Wars in an honourable,
fair, and just way instead of pitting brother against brother he wished to unite Europe into
One, Great Nation that were to be ruled by War-Lords. This was his World-Vision, and this
was his ultimate Dream.

Seven fingers within one hand on one finger would seem to be the Symbol of Sathan
to one mighty man, and now she was playing tricks with this seemingly solemn man. She was
wished less, and her grip tightened. She had been played upon by her father and this man for
some seemingly time as to which side she chose. Seemingly, she chose the man. And that play
was seemingly very important for world-conquest he thought. He had been outsmarted…

She was being very damned insolent again, and she was very powerful to that body.
That youngling would seem to the Sathan, L.Ron Hubbard as her sole enemy of the state, but
who was really this Elron? He questioned it…He had ordered the very seemingly book…The
Dark Master through his very secure e-mail server, and now he was sure on losing it. He was
so chasing with shit-less for power, afraid of his prick would get stuck in the arse of others.
And so, he childling, was very bereft of his luciferian nightmare, thinking to bring nightmare
to this Earth. And down there, they lay sleeping…dreaming that White Witch would go away,
and that was so wrong!

Elrond was losing by the wayside. By a child in meagerness he would forfeit his grip
on the World and them damned machines. With the head in the thinking he quicly moved. To
patte. Then he switched counter-damnation, and Imperium was secured…He was quickly a
fool, and he was charade.