The horror that defies the ability of the human mind to quantify can only be articulated by the fell and consequential results of its touch, hideous and unclean. There are the dark forces - the undead - who enter the mind to compromise, whose counsel is destruction, and who’s ways are clandestine and perverse - the diadem of all that is evil.
What are the methods of how these ultra-violent lords come down from deep antiquity might be known? What are the properties of those who aspire to pass beyond the cemetery gates into undeath - first confronting then joining the dread ranks of the undead?
The luminary of an experimental project of the century just passed once said, “you do not take my life, I lay my life down”.
To become as they are - the undead - requires absolute refutation of life as is, for those who dwell amidst the charnel grounds are animated and possessed only by evil.
No human philosophy or “system” of occultism contrived by mortal speculation can provide that absolute transfiguration that only Wamphyrism affords. Where the one rescinds to make way for the many - when the physical shell ceases to act as the vehicle of self and instead becomes the habitation of legion.
As the deception that dwells in the eye of the serpent deceives the entire world, as that sword of undeath who hangs above all earth, sickle-like, the omen and forewarning of apocalypse and doom, so too exist the liers in wait - the disembodied hostile intelligences of the Rephaim now traversing the Astral Skies as unclean spirits. They wait at the threshold, awaiting your invitation to enter. Where the dread light of Algol shines in horror, beckoning you to slough off finite mortal life and enter into life eternal and everlasting, amidst the Undead.
Perhaps, tonight is the night where Algol blinks to mark the start of the feeding of more than a star.