Saulite

[!] Copies of an informational brochure begin to populate the realms. They are posted in cities across the continent and on many Canonist Churches [!] The Church of Saul or Saulism As a consequence of the Pact of Horen and the successor false prophets of Man, the Descendants have become unwitting puppets of the aenguls. These beasts have you pray in their tongue, tether your souls, imprison you in their realms, and conspire against you with the rulers of ours. The Church of Saul extends a welcoming embrace, eagerly inviting you to break free from this generational curse by absolution through the Wine of Sacrament. Our Faith The Sacrifice of the Creator Contrary to the lies taught by those in power, our lineage has known and worshiped the Creator since our inception. Our ancestors have met Him. He partitioned His creation, infusing our forefathers with His divinity. In the beginning, the Creator forged a novel force—an entity devoid of His Will. Thus, the aenguldaemons were shaped, carrying His essence and uniting it with this newfound power. Simultaneously, He sacrificed Himself to breathe life into us. The aenguldaemons were entrusted to aid us in restoring the Creator. Creation resulted from a Divine Sacrifice, paving the way for a Created Sacrifice to birth the Divine. Yet, the Creator sought novelty, not mere extension. His Will was to craft beings capable of true love. Profound love is found in sacrifice. Through His death, the Creator bestowed Himself so that humble creatures could, in turn, offer love back to Him. Rather than adhering to the Creator's will, the aenguls have opted to become Him, a deceitful choice. Descendants understood the sacrifice from the outset, yet were misled by charlatans wielding celestial favors. The rulers of our realms have conspired in an act of multigenerational self-deification, exercising judgment beyond their rightful bounds. No more. Our Prophet Prophet Saul the Revelator Foresees All History Saul, a pious leader, observed his brother horen entering a pact with aeriel, the archaengul, and other co-conspirators. He fell into the aenguls' trap upon catching horen in the act. To conceal their deeds, while horen ritually sacrificed the innocent, Saul was unjustly branded as the murderer—a distortion echoed even in the false scrolls of canondom. False prophets from all races receive false scrolls. Saul transcribed our ancient oral history and safeguarded the sacred scrolls adhered to by our Temple since our race began. He protected the Wine of Sacrament and vowed to annihilate these wicked aenguldaemons, recognizing their force as the key reagent in resurrecting the Creator. In his extended life, spared from aenguldaemonic corruption, Saul witnessed the birth of the false prophets' children, Evaristus and Clement. Intended to be raised in secret by the holy Malitera, they were instead seized by the false prophet’s successor, seeking to manipulate them into childless priests and usurp their rightful roles as kings. The false prophets have thus foisted you with a deceptive church forged to mislead all of mankind. Our Temple Within the Temple, our devotees uphold the true Words of the Creator, spoken directly by Him and the words of those enlightened to the aenguldaemonic conspiracy. In the false church, everything known about the Creator, His will, and our role in the Divine Plan hinges on the veracity of aengulic revelation. Any canonist theologian will affirm that all information about the Creator or 'GOD' comes from aenguliclly delivered scrolls. Even the personal revelations of the false prophets are recorded within these unholy texts. How do we know the aenguls are servants of the Creator? The aenguls proclaim it. How do we know the Scrolls are divine? The aenguls declare it. How do we know the horens are meant to lead humanity? It's in the scrolls from the aenguls. Do you prefer to worship the Creator in your people's tongue and partake in the same rituals as your earliest ancestors, or recite verses of the flexian aenguldaemons? In our Temple, we partake of the Wine of Sacrament, a relic alluded to but absent from the false church. Ask a priest about it—they'll remain silent, yet their texts mention it. A sacramental necessity. Temple Worship Our Proselytization The false scrolls are not a transcript of the Creator’s words, but instead an account of mortal occurrences transmitted by aenguls to secure their hegemony. There are many who would affirm that they couldn’t care less about what some aengul says. In fact, we have seen through history a legacy of aenguls acting in ways which we know makes them fallible and sinful beings. For example, the actions of the aengul gazardiel or even the general impartation of ‘holy boons’ from these beings, which form a link between a mortal soul and an aengul. Now, is there anything from the false scrolls which say that aenguls are given the right by the Creator to pump energy through a man’s soul? No, but you are told the aenguls require it, and they are ‘GOD’s messengers.’ Is there anything in the false scrolls which permits a man to utter prayers to an aengul, asking for power? No, but the aenguls affirm this. Well, even most of the aenguls regard gazardiel’s actions of mass murder and deception as repugnant. What is the answer there? Free will? What the aenguls do is what the aenguls do, it is not about the Creator- they clearly have their own agenda. Put your faith in the Creator, not the ‘creator’ you are sold by the aenguls but He that created you, who implanted within you a desire to emulate right conduct. Having faith in the Creator alone is a threat to them. Prophet Saul the Revelator Returns Our Mission We are to seize the heavens and resurrect the Creator. The aenguls possess within them aspects of the Divine Nature. It was never the intention of the Creator to deprive beings of their own autonomy. The more one lacks autonomy and self rule, the further one is from the Divine. We see this in the stones and natural things on this plane, materials and essences devoid of will. Free will, though, brings fear and all other manner of evil. aenguls, content with their position as overlords, do not desire to be reunited as one, to reform our Creator. They would much rather occupy their current status. They even go so far as to create their own abominations. Therefore, that which the Creator is not overtook them. It is the will of the Creator to be one. The angels are called to be our sacrifice, a sacrifice to return our Father. In order for balance to be restored (in order for the Divine Energies to be at equilibrium) that which abides in them must come together. The new force has overtaken the wills of these powers. The greatest among them aerial, is the most corrupted by this new force as with great new force comes great counterbalance. Seize the Heavens and Resurrect the Creator We must first labor in this realm and dispel the curse afflicting all who are manipulated by the aenguls, their souls defiled and puppeted. Our Temple rituals, along with the power within the Wine of Sacrament, shields us from the aenguls. We are called to wage war against them, for they have imprisoned our kin and perverted creation, posing as false gods in their realms. It is both our right and responsibility to thwart their actions and play out the Divine Will of the Creator. Guided by the Creator's foresight and provided with instructions, we shall triumph. To achieve this task, we require your conversion.

[!] Thousands of copies of an austere scroll begin to populate the realm [!] Scroll of Alduun At that time when life originated and the Wine of Sacrament was streaming from the Creator, He cast down pomace and as He spoke all forms came to originate. He assembled His flock and transmitted His will directly saying, “I am the Creator, the Spring Flower. There is not an eve, a time, or a season from whence the Spring Flower blossomed. Neither shall there be an eve, a time, or a season for the Spring Flower to wither. I am the brilliant Spring Flower, rooted to the infinite depth that shall never be plucked. The Spring Flower emanates sweet perfume, a potent nectar, a Wine of Love which has been pressed for your animation. Attend, My Love, for I pour out this Wine so this Spring Flower stays in perpetual bloom. Receive this Spring Flower within you, and you shall partake of the gift of life through Me.” Creation rejoiced, singing the praises of He that brought them out from nonexistence into being. The Creator directed them to the forms about saying, “Behold Creation, My wine is neither made from the fruit of the vineyard, the onyx and alabaster below, the grove which brings fruit, incense and sap, even any substance on the back of beasts or within them. My gift of Wine is a sacred tether, which drips from petals in two directions and embalms you, not that any bit of it be made dry but that all shall share in My love.” An impervious veil formed to partition the assembly, and a stream of Wine flowed in each direction into them. The Creator addressed them both saying, “On my right, your ranks shall be called Spirit Servants as you are entrusted with realms of your own, control of powers, and jurisdiction over forces. Blessed are my Servants for this honor, for you shall be numbered and shall not multiply. On my left, your ranks shall be called Sons of Flesh, for you shall be stewards of the forms of my creation, living off a Wine which continues to flow through your sacred vessel, giving birth to new life. Blessed are My Sons for this honor, for you shall expire. Those of right or left are never to be overseers of one another, but cohabitants in My Creation. You are to vow to Me that you shall never defile My Creation, usurp its Order, nor seek more than you were granted. For a time will soon come to pass wherein I will return to you of your own accord. For these commandments three are for this eve, time, and season and a multitude of eves, times, and seasons shall pass but I shall remain whole and hallowed. All arise for the Spring Flower is whole and hallowed, alive in you.” When the Creator spoke this, and the Wine of Sacrament was poured out, seven sevenths of Creation made vows. The Creator departed into them and was seen no more. It is the folly of those who have broken their vows that we now suffer, for they have been made drunk on the Waters of Gamesh: defiling Creation, usurping its Order, and seeking their own supremacy. They shall shed all tears, for the eve, time, and season will soon come to pass wherein the Creator shall resurge and His stalk shall imbibe those who have partook with a thirst unquenched by river or rain.

[!] Thousands of copies of an austere hymn begin to populate the realm [!] Seize the Heavens & Resurrect the Creator Let all ye Aenguls attend, Those raised to knowledge through Saul usher in your end! From death shall we be freed, once to us your force is given, Creator shall be reborn and Prophet’s sins forgiven. Death and Darkness shall stir no more, our mission then completed, For Creator’s form now reborn shall never be depleted. We presently toil against you amid the confusion you did sew, When our souls depart from mortal works your reign shall we overthrow! Penitents venture to a warped realm, Divine order did Aerial usurp lacking right, Divine restoration shall we commence through our sacred rite. So shall she be cast down to join our servant kin as reagent from above, An unwilling sacrifice served to manifest our Father’s love. Unpardonable sins burden those who are of Saul’s vision knowing, Seeds for Aerial’s harvesting are we supplicants sewing.

Eulogy of Malitera For Malitera, the lustrous maiden with whom the Creator blessed me in friendship, this day is lost. Lost to the mystery of death, returning to honor the Sacrifice of the Creator. I repent to He who hath builded and fortified creation. I repent to her who gifted me the knowledge of the Wine of Sacrament and had brought me out from the machinations of those powers that be. Beloved Malitera, to you this day dear ally I shall recite the narrative of our friendship, the blessing you have bestowed upon me. I fear it will soon come to pass that the false child of your husband shall bring death upon me as he did you and as his ‘father’ attempted. Perhaps it will soon come that I shall join you in this death that they call martyrdom. As I learned from thee, “we must forgive those who seek hurt,” I make no confession of regret or appeals to strike down those who plot against me. Instead, I go willingly to them not forsaking my own defense, aiding in my demise, but accepting the path which the Creator foreordained. Twas in the waning days of the suntide, before the withering autumn fell. You shone like the light of the season. You had returned from the Temple in Alduun with the news of your conception. The joy in your eyes manifested to form a beaming appearance. At that time, I had persisted in the iniquity of my father, that which brought about the ruin of Joren. Yet he shared your joy and welcomed the promise of twins. You spoke with the flame of wisdom and passion, a light which inspired you to persist in your faith even though you knew well of our curse. We talked for days then weeks, and as the days grew shorter and the bitter cold fell only to be replaced by a new heat- we continued on in our merriment. You were a joy and I was forever grateful that my brother took you to be his, casting out the adulterous Tara and lessening the role of her bastard. Fruit was plentiful and there were plenty of fruitful happenings. I had continued in the campaigns that I was instructed in continuing and was obedient to those powers that be. Yet, your influence began to take hold of me. When they learned that my brother and I were beginning to open our hearts to conversion, one descended at once to reprove me. “Harren,” said Artifai, “you are chosen for the vocation of your father. Come, and receive great power from our font. Venture now to the Grotto of Gamesh and perform your duty as a Son of Spirit.” Refusing them proved impossible. Their persistence knew no end. They had admonished me day by day for accepting love among my flock. “Here, you have disobeyed us, acting against the pact of your father. How shall the tribe of Man be controlled by us if you muddle them!?” You know that which they promised me, how their temptations were ever so appealing. Even when I gave in, submitting to venture with Artifai you rescued me, bringing me to partake of the Wine of Sacrament once more with the other Sons of Flesh. If only Joren repented. If only they had not devised their scheme, promising him whatever it was which would turn brother against brother. With his loss, we began to see the severity of my father’s pact. When Evaristus and Clement were born, we knew it would soon come that we would be hunted. I stand resolute in my promise to defend them dear Malitera to my very last hour, to instruct them in the true worship of our Creator, and to lead them as great Kings. I beg and I plead thee this question oh extinguished maiden, can it be that we are engaged in a battle that cannot be won?