Writings on the Black Doctrine - The Black Truth

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The Black Truth

Writings on the Dark Truth of the Black Doctrine, by Black Scribe Felix Wick

 

All can lie, but what happens when a lie is revealed for the Sin that it is? Is the victim of the lie left with a hollow feeling empty? Is their reality sundered irrevocably? Or do they come to accept the Lie as a Lie and live in its ignorance only because the opposite is too terrible to rationalize?

 

This is the terrible reality that Truth reveals, to show us the misery of Three Truths which through its collective trinity of sorrow of these black wounds does one bleed the Lie from the soul.

 

One Truth Denies Life.

ˎ⸜ᛁ ⸍◟╮ו ⸍ᛁ⸜ᛁᛁ╵ ⸌ᛁᛙᛁ

One Truth Denies Death.

ˎ⸜ᛁ ⸍◟╮ו ⸍ᛁ⸜ᛁᛁ╵ ⸍⸝ו

One Truth Immortalizes Victory.

ˎ⸜ᛁ ⸍◟╮ו ᛁ⠃⠃ˎ◟⸍⸝⸌ᛁ╵ᛁ╵ ╮ᛁᛍ⸍ˎ◟ᛁ
Truth is Eternal to Witness Me.

ިᛁᛍˎ⠃ᛁ ᛁ⸍ᛁ◟⸜⸝⸌ ⸍ˎ ╮ᛁ⸍⸜ᛁ╵╵ ⠃ᛁ

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Truth does not promise hope. It is not meant to promise comfort, nor will it show mercy in its revelation. Instead it promises to show reality for what it is; broken by both Gods and Descendents for hubris in thinking they hold the sole right to play Dominion over the creations of The One. It is Truth that no one can rule absolutely, and Truth demands total submission to its workings for the sake of granting everlasting life through death.

 

The Truth of Flesh

 

Flesh Born of a Mother’s Womb.

ᛙ⸌ᛁ╵ᚽ ިˎ◟⸜ ˎᛙ ⸝ ⠃ˎוᛁ╵ ╮ˎ⠃ި

Beauty scorned and fades to dust.

ި⸝╮⸍ᛁ ╵ᛍˎ◟⸜ᛁ⸍ ⸝⸜⸍ ᛙ⸝⸍ᛁ╵ ⸍ˎ ⸍╮╵⸍

My heart aches within my breast.

⠃ᛁ ᚽ⸝◟⸍ ⸝ᛍᚽᛁ╵ ╮ᛁוᛁ⸜ ⠃ᛁ ި◟⸝╵⸍

My blood shall weep so the soul may rest.

⠃ᛁ ި⸌ˎˎ⸍ ╵ᚽ⸝⸌⸌ ╮ᛁᛁި ╵ˎ וᛁ ╵ˎ╮⸌ ⠃⸝ᛁ ◟ᛁ╵⸍

 

Black Doctrine

 

The body we live in is a vessel for our true self, that is the soul. Blood and Bone are naught but puppets to which our true divine essence lives within so it may interact with the creations of The One. Flesh is as much of a prison as it is an opportunity and a means to conceal the soul from the greater threat of the AengulDaemonica that would seek to consume the soul. It is thus realized that the only way to perfect Flesh is to entrap it within a state between when it thrives and when it dies. Undeath is liberation, acceptance of the fallacy of the living blood to one of everlasting memory.

 

It is here within stasis that the other Truths can be obtained thusly. Escape from one purgatory to a world that can never change save by the hand now the Arisen itself. What is life to the lifeless? What is Death to the Deathless? The answer is the same: everlasting eternity caught in the Black Shadow of Truth to which the Brightest Lies can no longer pierce.

 

The Truth of Memory

 

History is a measure of stories.

ᚽᛁ╵⸍ˎ◟ᛁ ᛁ╵ ⸝ ⠃⸝╵╮◟ᛁ ˎᛙ ╵⸍ˎ◟ᛁᛁ╵

Celebrated by the Victor,

ᛍᛁ⸌ᛁި◟⸝⸍ᛁ⸍ ިᛁ וᛁ ╮ᛁᛍ⸍ˎ◟

Mourned by the Vanquished.

⠃ˎ╮◟⸜ᛁ⸍ ިᛁ וᛁ ╮⸝⸜ᛍ╮ᛁ╵ᚽᛁ⸍

Both hide behind glory and myth.

ˎו ᚽᛁ⸍ᛁ ިᛁᚽᛁ⸜⸍ ᛍ⸌ˎ◟ᛁ ⸝⸜⸍ ⠃ᛁו

Undying does Memory remain unchanged.

╮⸜⸍ᛁᛁŊ ⸍ˎᛁ╵ ⠃ᛁ⠃ˎ◟ᛁ ◟ᛁ⠃⸝ᛁ⸜ ╮⸜ᛍᚽ⸝Ŋᛁ⸍

Black Doctrine

 

Our minds are as much a part of the soul as the soul is the mind. One gives the other purpose, one gives the other meaning. Memory is the food to which both find nourishment to grow. Yet so often do mortal minds, stuck in the fallacy of the Bright Lie come to twist what truly occurs or curse it in measures of hatred. History is said to be written by the victorious, yet when the victorious use history to justify their crimes, has the memory truly been kept?

Only the Undying can one see how life began and ends. Being removed from the cycle, the arisen must look at history with all of its blemishes and know that what occurred had occurred, for no moral mouth can alter the flow of time. There is no honour in recalling the past. There is no joy with it either. Only the everlasting toil to record, recall, and remember remain. Only in death does a story end.

 

 

The Truth of Divinity

 

Guardians of Creation.

ᛍ╮⸝◟⸍ˎ⸜╵ ˎᛙ ᛍ◟⸝⸍Ö⸜

Twisting they define Order.

⸍╮ᛁ╵⸍ᛁŊ וᛁᛁ ⸍ᛁᛙᛁ⸜ᛁ ˎ◟⸍ᛁ⡄

Iron willed they breed Chaos.

ᛁ◟ˎ⸜ ╮ᛁ⸌⸌ᛁ⸍ וᛁᛁ ި◟ᛁᛁ⸍ ᛍᚽ⸝ˎ╵

Eternal is Time,

ᛁ⸍ᛁ◟⸜⸝⸌ ᛁ╵ ⸍ᛁ⠃ᛁ

Undying is the Witness.

╮⸜⸍ᛁᛁŊ ᛁ╵ וᛁ ╮ᛁ⸍⸜ᛁ╵╵

Black Doctrine

 

Custodians turned into pilferers of divine treasure, those which we dub the AengulDaemonica are they who partook in the First Sin of creation. They trampled upon creation, perverting men with short lives and a false heaven. Dwarfs with a false resilience and insatiable greed. Elves with long lives but barren fields. Orcs with fallacious strength and murderous minds. Some of these divine guardians promised Order, yet were devoured. Some promise courage, yet send good men to death. Some have sinned so utterly that The One himself exhumed His will from his everlasting stasis to smite the Sinner for his crime. Iblees cursed Descendent Kind, and Ariel gave them false hope.

 

These grand beings take their power and make sport of our world. Plucking at the strands which hold it together, they bend and shape reality to serve their own ultimate purpose: the collection of the Essence of The One to feed their ever growing hunger which never ends. Yet they cannot stand against Truth, for to Witness their crimes is to understand the fundamental disconnect between Mortals and Immortals; they are editors, and we are what is written. Only when Man becomes unchanging like The One are we capable of persevering without the meddling of their changes. They abandoned the Undying simply because those caught between life and death are no longer bound by their script, and thus they seek to excise such a tumour from the body despite the inverse of their true nature and the nature of Descendent Kind.

 

 

Every Light must cast a Shadow, yet Shadows need not light to exist. Thus does the Bright lie attempt to drown the Truth by smothering it wholesale. Yet what all forget is that the brighter the light, the darker the shadow it shall cast. Thus do those who would reject the Bright Lie find comfort in the cloak of darkness they must wrap themselves within. Thus the Three Truths exist to remind us what we stand to gain in the rejection of the Bright Lie, a fabrication which never existed in the first place. Cloth yourself in flesh that lives, only to watch it rot away. Rewrite your history to better suit your needs, but know you change nothing. Bask in the radiance of Divine Light, only for you to walk willingly into a grasping maw.

 

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