May 7, 2025
The lifeblood of five initiates has been offered up to the Amniarch. Still He does not stir. Outward devotion can mask hidden iniquity—the blood of these was doubtless thin with the watery taint of sin.
Ensure the door remains sealed with pitch. Bring up the next vessel, ensure the needles are purged. The Master in His boundless hunger surely demands more; a kingly surfeit of blood. This is no price at all for His unending mercy. Indeed, He works in ways beyond us mere men (for what are men to the Master but maggots?)
With each He consumes and does not stir, He has rid us of a false acolyte. Truly, He is generous Lord! O, Amniarch, I pray that you swallow up the life of the world!
