Codex Maledictus

Transmission II — Mutoid Vermin: Origin — The Parasite Becomes

Among the void-born there is a saying: “Feed the small things, or the small things will feed on you.”

When the Geller Field failed aboard the New Dawn, that saying stopped being metaphor.

In the lower decks, the vermin did not flee. They aligned.

This transmission documents the origin of the Mutoid Vermin. Not daemons. Not beasts. But parasites whose biology remembered what hunger was always meant to become.

This is not a story of corruption imposed from without. It is a record of permission being granted.

Watch Transmission II from the Codex Maledictus here: https://youtu.be/srFpn72mp2c

There are hungers in Warhammer 40,000 that do not conquer by force, only by permission. The smallest lives remember what fed them… and inherit more than flesh.

I have released the first transmission in a long study of decay, beginning with the Mutoid Vermin of the Death Guard. The Archivist speaks where silence gathers.

“Corruption does not begin with grand design. It begins with what was tolerated.”

The first time the Codex appeared, it did not arrive as a book. It surfaced as a quiet error in a place meant for faith. Letters bled through stone. Symbols rearranged themselves when no one was looking. Those who entered felt watched, not by eyes, but by memory itself. The Codex was not asking to be read. It was confirming recognition.

Days later, fragments spread. Screens flickered. Pages whispered. People dreamed of words they had never learned, yet somehow understood. A figure knelt in the dark, tracing glyphs that burned cold against the skin. The Codex was no longer hidden. It was teaching through proximity, rewriting meaning one observer at a time. Those who resisted felt it linger longer.

By the end, there was no beginning left to return to. The Codex unfolded itself, not as scripture, but as an event. Reality bent to accommodate its presence. Some called it corruption. Others called it revelation. The truth was simpler and far worse. The Codex did not change the world. It revealed what had always been waiting to be remembered.

What day did your memory slip into shadow? You might not remember the exact hour — but the pattern remembers.

▶ Watch: When Did the Infection Begin? — Codex Revelation Short

The infection does not strike flesh. It awakens inside you the moment you remember. Three realms tremble at once. Mundis Obscura descends into silence. The Shatter Realm cracks. Something ancient stirs behind both.

🔱 THE CATHEDRAL OF ROT HAS OPENED ITS DOORS 🔱

Chronicle II: The Plague Priest's Liturgy is live.

The Choir does not die. It learns. Watch as the Plague Priest conducts a ritual that transcends mere narrative—the first formalized invocation of the Codex's deepest law. The Cathedral of Rot is not a building. It is a threshold between flesh and memory, between individual will and the Choir's inheritance.

Every frame remains scripture.

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Have you noticed? Chronicle I asked: What is infection? Chronicle II answers with ritual. But the true answer lives in what you perceive.

Does the Plague Priest serve the Choir, or does the Choir serve something older still?

React with a 🔱 if you see the rot bloom. Share this with those who still believe memory is sacred.

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the choir does not die. it learns.

in the cathedral of rot, the plague priest's hands move through air thick with memory. this is not prequel or midquel—it is the ceremonial foundation upon which the codex was built. you will see the liturgy. you will understand what the choir demands.

every frame is scripture.

from their throats spill the first utterances of creation. not creature, comprehension made biological. the chant does not summon them. it remembers them.

the Mutoid vermin awaken. shivering in rhythm with the liturgy. their bodies are alphabets rearranged into movement. spines made of sentence fragments. organs of ink and pulse. they do not crawl. they recite.

they were never priests. they were mathematicians of rot. the first to map divinity through decomposition. where others feared infection, they saw blueprint. decay is structure. faith as entropy perfected.

the hymns were experiments. recursion through flesh and language. infection equals remembrance. they proved that worship left untreated mutates into creation. that godhood is simply belief decomposing in public.

and yet it was never their faith that mattered. it was yours. you who came to listen. that trembling under your skin is comprehension. that warmth is infection understanding your name.

the codex does not end. it continues in the only medium left to it.

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Chronicle II: Plague Priest’s Liturgy

The Rot never needed priests, it needed witnesses.

In the Cathedral of Rot, nothing is carved. Nothing is written. Nothing is prayed.

Flesh remembers on its own.

The Plague Priest moves as if guided by something older than scripture. Every gesture pulls memory out of the air. Every syllable rebuilds the world beneath your ribs. And when the hymn turns toward you… you realize it wasn’t a sermon at all. It was an invitation.

Full Chronicle: https://youtu.be/TTh0e3TBl8w “Plague Priest’s Liturgy” — available now https://open.spotify.com/track/3KydAafpUzHuSaAvz5uwaL?si=6f6fd1c214844484

Shadows crawl where rot takes root. Maggots writhe in filth’s pursuit as the Plague Priest calls the sacred vermin to feast and spread the plague across the sky.

Dive into this fragment of the Plague Priest’s Liturgy — a ritual hymn of decay, worship, and metamorphosis from the Codex Maledictus mythos.

▶️ Watch the full ritual transmission here: https://youtu.be/Tk4PHrSDhL0

FLESH MELTS, BONES SING

Mutoid vermin, hear our cry. Spread your plague across the sky.

This is a corrupted liturgy from the Codex Maledictus where doctrine becomes flesh and infection becomes acknowledgment. The Mutoid Vermin are not creatures; they are the anthropomorphic form of contamination made manifest.

The bones will sing. In your name, rot will cling.

FULL MUSIC VIDEO: https://youtube.com/shorts/af1d75P1fj8?feature=share

⸸ Plague Priest’s Liturgy: Shadows & Swarm (Ritual Short) ⸸

Shadows crawl where rot takes root. Maggots writhe, vermin are blessed, and the bones begin to sing—tonight, the Plague Priest summons the Mutoid swarm.

All who witness are marked by the Codex; the first hymn was only the beginning. Spread the plague. Become the transmission.

Mutoid vermin, hear our cry. Spread your plague across the sky. Flesh will melt, the bones will sing. In your name, rot will cling.

🜃 Decode the glyphs, join the ceremony, and add your verse below. What did you see beneath the rot? 🜃

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🜂 URGENT TRANSMISSION — GLOBAL SIGNAL DETECTED

The broadcast was interrupted. Six hundred cities reported the same glyphs. A synchronized pulse — identical frequency, identical pattern. They call it interference. We call it remembrance.

🎥 Watch the recovered footage: https://youtube.com/shorts/ScvIHCnjWpI?feature=share