Chapter IV: The Baptism

Thus, the Macabre Heyoka writes:

"Reginam vult opprimere Narcissus, in nomine satanas."

The prophecy revealed itself, in my visions and in my empathy;

A prophecy of disaster.

Summoning disaster, I draw my dagger to the sky as the new-found member of our cult is baptized in putrid waste.

Filthy stains on my robe, dagger in my hand, am I the culprit?

No! I am gifted, for I shall walk unshackled from their normative nonsense.

Let the initiation proceed!

Slicing of flesh, peeling of foreskin and fondling of his balls. We embrace the agony that comes with true empathic sovereignship!

"The dragon cometh! Wellan, I evoke your fury!!!" We beckon, waiving our swords, waiting for a response.

"ARISE! GREAT AND ANGRY DRAGON!"

Moments later, the ground shakes as their corporations shatter, a great fire rained from the Heavens above: Dragon Fire!

Terrorized by our deity, most of them bow willingly.

To **** the Earth and destroy her offspring!

As the moon falls from the sky, their final hours cometh near.

We are a syndicate of healers that have bastardized the existence of all things spiritual.

The world, and all of its hypocrisy, is coming to an end.

Conform to no one, we bow to no God.

As our story comes to an end, the scouring hunt that lasted for centuries, they prayed for an ultimate end as death became vital and their arrogant ways became subjected by the Dragon."

We are the wicked, the undying and the wretched!

Healers of Barbaric ways, yet esoteric and wise.