Writings on the Black Doctrine - The Bright Lie

[King_Kunuk 3026]

 

 

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𝕶𝖆’𝕭𝖆𝖊𝖑 & 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍 𝕭𝖔𝖑𝖙 - The Mourning Star [Dungeon Synth, Dungeon Ambient, Non-AI DS]

[!]This is an RP theologic Post concerning the Black Doctrine. it is located within a roleplay book

 

 

The Bright Lie

⸍ᚽᛁ ި◟ᛁᛍᚽ⸍ ⸌ᛁᛁ

A Treatise about the Truth of the Lie by the Black Scribe, Felix Wick

 

“What does it mean to lie?

╮ᚽ⸝⸍ ⸍ˎᛁ╵ ᛁ⸍ ⠃⸝⸜ ⸍ˎ ⸌ᛁᛁ

It means to deceive.

ᛁ⸍ ⠃⸝⸜╵ ⸍ˎ ⸍ᛁᛍᛁᛁ╮ᛁ

To fool another.

⸍ˎ ᛙˎˎ⸌ ⸝⸜ˎוᛁ⡄

To obscure reality.”

⸍ˎ ᚽᛁ⸍ᛁ ◟⸝⸌ᛁ⸍ᛁ 

The Black Doctrine

 

All beings are capable of lying as easily as they breathe, for they flow forward out from the mouth as one might speak a greeting. Yet how does one come to lie in such an utterly debased manner as to fool an entire civilization, the greater civilization? Who is even capable of such blasphemy as to bring up entire peoples to fight and squat and feed and die upon a lie, clinging to it for the false warmth that it offers when the truth is cold and harsh and starves and stands?

 

Those who would invert the lie to their own twisted truth and the truth to a twisted lie. The Lie is a shell to which glows akin to an egg that appears to offer all one needs; yet under it is only a poison which slowly kills. The Lie is what starves the common herd. The Lie is what weakens them to shriveled husks. The Lie lies, and it is none other than those who shine with the brightest light in the offering of warmth that do so. The Aengul, the Daemon, and those wicked parasites which fester as spirits and demons both in the bounds of hell. It is said by many that it was Iblees who conducted the greatest Betrayal to both those that claim to be Gods and the Four Brothers alike, but he is just one of many who with needle and thread, knitting the cloth of wool which mortal kind willingly wrapped around their eyes, a tapestry of what is not to replace what truly is. His strife was merely the catalyst of suffering to which now all of the Conceptual Thought Things which feed on our souls now sing in twisted consort. There lies the instruments which sing songs of false triumph that soothes ignorant descendants into dependency.

 

 

“The One is not dead.

⸍ᚽᛁ ˎ⸜ᛁ ᛁ╵ ⸜ˎ⸍ ⸍⸝⸍

The One does not live.

⸍ᚽᛁ ˎ⸜ᛁ ⸍ˎᛁ╵ ⸜ˎ⸍ ⸌ᛁ╮ᛁ

Yet He bids for both at once”

ᛁᛁ⸍ ᛍ⸝⸜ ᚽᛁ ިᛁ⸍╵ ᛙˎ◟ ިˎו ⸝⸍ ˎ⸜ᛍᛁ

The Pale Prophies

 

Though why do they lie? To keep mortal kind docile of course. False dogmas, wicked faiths, and ideologies spur these creatures of ironic faithlessness so that they may sup upon the souls of the slain and grow fat upon the labors of the good mortal. It is no wonder that they fear the Truth; the constant; the supreme exacting law to which the husk of our world is a spawn of and lingers beneath the very skin upon which we walk. To what end does their treachery travel to? To one deep and most foul. The Gods indeed had meant to protect Mortal Kind by the command of the first Eternal Witness. To indeed shepherd His creations, and to help them rise to that of equals with them in beautiful consort in the heavens. Yet the Greater Intelligences of the soul realms had discovered to the hidden horror of many that an easier and more satisfiable change to their charge could be made; one of Sin. One of Gluttony.

 

The Great Sin is the Bight Lie. The AenguleDaemonic, His wayward spawn partake in the ravenous joy of feasting on His truest of flesh, content to grow fat off the hard works of the Decedents which are grown as a famer would grow wheat. in his field. Pitting them against each other in never ending wars of Faith and Gods so that they may drown in fanatic ignorance. Never though can the hunger that are these Thought-Things of soul matter which linger in the Light be satisfied, and ever do they gnaw upon the lesser, those that are beneath them simply because they are capable of editing the world as to ensure that their prey remains docile, like cattle lined up for the slaughter. It is a tragedy that those who The One had supposedly deemed His custodians abuse this power. It is only when the Light is lost can Truth be found, for in the shadows of this cold un-light can the horror of existence be seen.

 

 

In the Dark, when the warmth of light no longer shines can Truth be understood and appreciated. The touch of this brief Oblivion is what living truly means, for how can one live if they have not died, or died if they have not lived? To exist in between is to understand that no longer can your fate be taken from you, now it is forever trapped in between what the gods would call its fated destiny. That is not evil. That is truly good. When one rejects the need for the Divine. When one gasps Destiny away from their twisting machinations. When one accepts that all things must decay. Then does enlightenment come forth in soft whispers that promise not comfort to coddle or try to spark some zealous religiosity to inspire. It whispers that simply that your salvation must be taken into your own hands.

 

And into the hands of Undeath is the saved soul called as the Mourning Lords had found in the cusps of the Abyss, and then truly can one say in defiance most grim but beautiful "I HAVE BEEN SAVED!"

 

 

“Reject the editing of falsities.

◟ᛁᛁᛁᛍ⸍ וᛁ ᛁ⸍ᛁ⸍ᛁŊ ˎᛙ ᛙ⸝⸌╵ᛁ⸍ᛁᛁ╵
Deny the hope they bring forth.

⸍ᛁ⸜ᛁ וᛁ ᚽˎިᛁ וᛁᛁ ި◟ᛁŊ ᛙˎ◟ו

Embrace the universal foundation.

ᛁ⠃ި◟⸝ᛍᛁ וᛁ ╮⸜ᛁ╮ᛁ◟╵⸝⸌ ᛙˎ╮⸜⸍⸝⸍Ö

Flesh Rots. Gods Lie. The Dead Remember.”

ᛙ⸌ᛁ╵ᚽ ◟ˎ⸍╵×ᛍˎ⸍╵ ⸌ᛁᛁ×⸍ᚽᛁ ⸍⸝⸍ ◟ᛁ⠃ᛁ⠃ިᛁ⡄

The Black Doctrine

 

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Written by: Kunuk

Reviewed and Edited by: TheOnlyTub
Format by: Mestvin