Meanwhile in Dwilight:
Orders from Apollo Hyacinthus Lacedaemon
(Personal message to Arkady R. Mayhem)
Foul Sorcerer Arkady,
Behold the vanity of the snares you have set in the open. You lie in a grave dug with your own hands.
You have shunned the light of redemption and cleaved to sin and darkness.
Reap now the fullest of the fruit of your labour and drink deeply of every last dreg of the cup that is before you.
The Golden Dawn of Truth has revealed the blackness of your heart. With the world as our witness, we cast you out forever from the Light of the Stars. Begone from the land of the living, alone and despised into the eternal night;
Where the worm of your guilt gnaws forever on your husk as you are consumed by the everlasting rage of your impotence and shame.
Anathema is your Name and Legacy. Anathema is your Family and all that spawns from its foul womb. The Land itself rejects your bones. You will become nothing more than a tale of folly while your wraith never rests.
This Doom I pronounce,
By Dwilight, The Bloodstars and Luria,
Through Night and Blood to Light,
Apollo Hyacinthus Lacedaemon
Knight of Unterstrom
Priest of Ecclesial Sanguiastroism
