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My hooded form stood silent within a dense fog of myrrh and frankincense. A gathering of initiates coveted and dark beckoned to stand as one voice, one will, called forth into flames of indigo. My bones shook as a thunderous female voice echoed across the abyss in Enochian (the language of angels) the evocation of the Luciferian self. Whilst visions of Dr. Faust in his laboratory bargaining with Mephistopheles flashed impressions that literally made my flesh burn. The doors were opening and more importantly, was I ready? "Too late for that", I thought, as all I could do was muster my psychic defenses to be wary of that which approaches. Then I thought to myself. Why? Something outside of myself spoke to me, "why do you guard against that which you seek? It is yourself that you fear…only that fear will stand in your way of becoming unto your potential. Unlock the ecstasy and let yourself go, submit to the exquisite feeling and perversion of the senses. Let thyself be possessed or let thyself be enchanted, it is but a choice of will."
I then took in a deep breath, closed my eyes…suddenly as I breathed out slowly the black flame upon the altar to which I was affixed sparked a consciousness within. I slowly looked up with a sinister grin surveying my dominion, I felt as the wolf for I was no longer a sheep. I felt the restrained hunger, lust, and need for territory. I knew then my baptism was complete. The slave had dethroned the master and now held the keys to shackle earthly princes for an eternity. My will, my stand, and I vowed at that moment, my knee would never bend again. Oh the rage, the wolf had bitten me and I was blessed with lycanthropes.
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