I am Hatred:

I am shadowed. My patience never ending. My touch is cool and calm. I linger in
the darkest corners of your heart. Beating. Thumping. Churning just beneath the
stony surface. I am shielded with lies, hidden by deception. I etch my whispers
into your skull. My will chills the back of your mind. My silence is deafening.
I lie poised. Tensed. I shall bubble for ages. I will wait for the perfect
moment, and I will strike

I am burning crimson. I am virgin wrath. I am unspoiled and pure. I shall rain
down, like blood from the sky. I shall burst forth like a shattered dam. I
tremble like the earth. I demand flesh, marrow, and tears. I am the greatest of
fears. I am your worst enemy. I rupture your veins. I consume your thoughts. I
shatter your virtues. I shall cut you down, for I am unforgiving and cruel.

I am eternal as the Gods. I am relentless as almighty Kethuru. I am the endless
clashing of steel and flesh. When all is silent, I remain. Though all hearts
stop, I never cease. I linger in the darkness of history. I slumber in eternal
tales. I lie in legends. Time is not my enemy, for I am greater than eternity. I
am forever, and the world is mine.

I am HATRED, and I will not be denied.

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Sermon of Greed:

The true apostles of the Red Masque are not simple servants of lust and whim.
They are more than priests who have embraced their desires and cast off the
supposed virtues of others. They have embraced their eternal starvation. They
walk the basin in undying torment, knowing their path is impossible. Apostles of
the Greed have filled their being with the void of endless desire, a void that
would devour the will of lesser mortals. Instead, these priests take the spark
of avarice that lives within each of us, and fan it into a raging inferno. These
priests strive after one single goal, an impossible goal, the goal of perfection

The truth of His apostles is a simple one, there is always more. May
each fulfilled desire be a drop in your chalice. May your chalice be as deep as
the sea. May each small goal achieved be a star. A single light in the endless
night sky. May no task be too difficult, no sacrifice too great. Do not let the
flimsy morals of your past life corrupt your pure mind. There is nothing beyond
what you desire, and His will. Your greed is your sole purpose, and let no
mortal stand in your way. Let your Hunger consume you, and you shall feed off
your eternal despair. May the pursuit of more drive you, through frailty,
madness,and death itself. May it be the stairs upon which you climb closer to
His feet.

Never again will you know weakness, for you have transcended your mortal shell.
You are the immortal hunger! Insatiable. Undying. Forever.

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The Return:

Every fractured shard, meaningless in it's existence
All the creatures of earth and sea
and the maggots that crawl upon the soil
They shall fall upon inglorious knees
Souls trembling in veneration

And the clouds shall burn and from them blood shall rain
An unforgiving deluge
clogging the rivers that flow and the earth that quakes
There will be no question that the world is HIS
and the unworthy shall weep

In HIS shackles we find freedom
escaping the failings of our mortality
Only chained forever in servitude
to the first known as TRAITOR
are we more than naught

-Celina d'Murani
The Sarlet Priestess