THE SEERS OF THE THRONE
We’re the glitterati. The shining ones who walk down the red carpet, never recognized but cheered on all the same. We made all the movies you ever watched, wrote all the favourite songs on your Spotify list and ignored your favourite books because this is 2016 bitch – Books are only oversized movie-scripts. We’re executive producers, on everything worth having your name on.
One of us edited the scripts for 2½ Men for 3 whole seasons – That should give you an idea of the kind of mad sadists you’re dealing with. We killed Cobain, Lee, Ledger and all the rest as dark sacrifices to the Panopticon, letting our master grow fat on the delicious feast that was their fame.
We seat ourselves in UCLA, in an orgy of freshman sperm and liberal arts degrees. Conservatories and improv classes across L.A. bend the knee to our great master – We do not train writers or composers because those are true arts and dangerous in the hands of the creative spark. We train the homunculi who perform the works of others, the lip-sync’d artist who spent 5 hours in the makeup chair and the airbrushed hobbit who has a 11 season show about how she buys shoes and cries over bullshit.
We are the hidden masters of the world. We have the film-rights to the Necronomicon and an option to film Dr. Faustus within a 1500 year timespan.
In Hollywood, we are gods. You may bend or you may be broken, but you WILL worship us.
THE TREMERE LICHES
“Eritus Sicut Deus, Scientes Bonum et Malum” – “And you shall be like God, knowing Good and Evil”
Take a bite. Just a taste. Feel the knowledge of forever fill you, warm your throat, your stomach, your bowels as they travel through you. Taste it, taste us. Taste infinity.
Adam lived for 930 years, according to the bible. His first bride Lilith, it is said, yet walks the world. These antediluveans who walked the world before the fall, who saw Atlantis sparkle in the sea and the barbarians of the other-lands. We are their true heirs, the pre-flood spawn who will, like Adam and his children, live and continue our Great Work far beyond the cruel limits of flesh imposed by this wicked fallen world.
Taste it, the immortality. Take a bite. Who will know that you devoured him, if you are careful. Take the Awakened soul and make it yours, to continue your greatness. What does it matter if one, two, ten die for your mights sake?
You will be there at the end of days and face Judgment before the God of Abraham. And what shall you tell him, as he tallies your sins?
That you knew good and evil, of course. And sometimes evil must be countenanced, if good is to last forever.
WE ARE THE LITTLE ONES DOWN THE WELL
LET US IN
OURS IS THE BLACK SIGNAL-STATIC
LET US IN
I AM THE MULTITUDES OF SINGULARITY
LET ME IN
WE HAVE SUCH GLORIES TO SHOW YOU
LET US IN
IT IS THE INFINITE STATIC SIGNAL
LET IT IN
WE WILL KNOCK DOWN THE JENGAS
LET THEM IN
IF YOU WOULD ONLY OPEN UP
IF YOU COULD FIND IT IN YOUR HEART TO
LET US IN …