[The Imperator of the Night (Hearken to the Attestation of the Sinistrous):]
For it is the iniquity of man which compels him to
these tenebrous gates,
seeking opiate dreams and the alluring embrace of oblivion...
Know that I have cavorted beneath the horned
moon with repellent fiends, and
liberated virgins from the burden of their maidenhood.
(Supping deep of that sweet ichor and
revelling in the sanguineous megrims my
ophidian tongue has wrought.)
Tyrannic I am where the Serpent dwells, the lissome embrace of
Like a wolf in the fold, red of tooth and claw, enthroned beneath black
Shadows stalk the viscid
gloom, (beware the) blades of the assassins,
The call of Ul-Yeh in the air, the crystal skull is shattered,
A veil of cloud about
the moon, (fevered) dreams of (trenchant) steel and fire,
Hearken to the slithering, the envenomed kiss of night.
of the Night (Thus Spake the Chronicle of Shadows):]
Such adoration bestowed upon me beneath the cryptic moon!
Caressed by ululant
(Behold the true purity of that which lurks concealed beneath the mantle of
shadow, and let the deluded,
debauched sybarites flee in terror from that
darkness which they profess to embrace!)
Beyond the spheres of light and darkness,
beneath distant pallid stars, I bring
the iridescent glimmer of forbidden truth, seared in the crucible of blasphemy!
they come, steeped in the fetor of ten thousand years,
Abhorrent colossi spawned from the sinistrous cosmic spheres.
And upon their
tongues, vile secrets so terrible sweet madness is a redolent
[The Imperator of the Night (Revel in the Triumph of the
I shall glut the maw of that ineffable nameless evil which lurks forever in
the soul of man, for so it is written in the
Chronicle of Shadows...
[29 October, 1893]
They came in the night, and butchered five of my party, the terrified
fleeing with the first wan light of dawn. The fiends seemed inexplicably to
be an extension of the night, as if their
misshapen bodies were actually
somehow composed of the darkness itself. Even as I gazed directly at them,
I found I could not truly
focus on their stygian forms... their bodies
appearing to shimmer and shift like the ripples of a heat-haze upon an arid
ammunition, discharged in vain, is all but spent... and now, as night
unfurls its malign wings once more to enshroud this desolate and
place, I wait alone for the sunrise I fear I shall never see. At dusk I
discovered a hidden alcove in the time-raught
surface of the great monolith
which stands as a mute sentinel before the entrance to the colossal temple;
a moss encrusted crevice
concealed from the eyes of man for I know not how
long. As the darkness massed about me, a strange miasma seemed to grip my mind
tenebrous tendrils, and I beheld that horrifying and immemorial edifice
which I now feel certain once cast its diabolical shadow upon
the Gate of the
Sun. It is all true, everything I feared, everything which I dared imagine
only in the blackest embrace of the most
narcotic malignity. There are Six
Keys To The Onyx Pyramid, which conceal a terrifying truth never intended to
be grasped by the
woefully fragile mind of Man. I now pray that no unfortunate
soul ever again stumbles as close as I to those cryptic axioms which lie
in wait between the incorporeal veils of light and shadow. I would offer up a
prayer to the divinity which once I worshipped,
but I know it would echo
emptily through the abyssal reaches of the unheeding cosmos. As I scrawl this
final entry in my journal,
the sun sinks with a chilling finality below this
now alien horizon. I know the shadowy figures shall soon return to claim me.
must fortify myself for the onset of the night...