as the Sun must set once Ris'n, and a Flame Expire once ignited,
so must Death come to all Things. What profit ye to Evade of the
End of All? For do not all things, Gods and Demons and Mortals alike,
know Death finally? Yet sage, wizard, priest, and philosopher alike
deny this one simple Truth. Those who wish to be thought wise tell
fools and dreamers of realms beyond Death, paradises and hells Eternal,
so that every Mortal and Immortal Mind might content itself with
the Contemplation of Existence everlasting.
it is a simple Exercise in Reason to calculate that no State of
Being can, in fact, last Forever. It is a meaningless and empty
Concept. Nothing is truly Infinite; and thus, Shadows of Life after
Death cannot be Infinite either. If Nothing can Endure forever,
than the only thing that is truly Limitless is, of course, Nothing;
and the closest any Being can come to Nothing, having once been
call'd forth from Oblivion at the beginning of its Existence, is
the Cessation that must come at the End of its Days. And so would
it not be far more profitable, more astute, to instead Contemplate
the Cessation that is bound to descend upon All?
this very End have I, Acererak, devoted Centuries of Thought. No
Mystery have I left unplumb'd; no Investigation have I foregone;
no Truth have I shrunk from in Fear. In this Tome I now commit to
Those Who Follow the Things I have Learn'd about Death, the Door
that Lies Open beyond the Grave, and the One unfailing path to Existence
Eternal. If ye Quail at these Words, fearing
Wrath of Gods or the Hatred of Men, shut now this Book and go blindly
into the Oblivion that Awaits ye. But if ye Blanche not in the Face
of Darkness, in the Emptiness that exists Outside all the Things
that Are, I shall shew ye how I have Defeated Death and I shall
teach ye how ye might Exist when all Life is Dead, all Gods forgotten,
and the very Stars Cold in their Dusty Graves.
there shall I Abide Eternal...
the Making of the Amulet shall I come to Know thee; thy Heart shall
be Mine to Read, thy Hand mine to Command, thy Soul mine to Devour.
Look ye here; Thirteen Words have I Recorded for Thirteen Amulets.
These then are the Words I give to ye:
ye read this Booke, and forge thine Amulet in my Image, takest Thou
one of these Words for Thine Own, for by this Means shall I know
that Thou follow'st Me. And when the Last Word is taken, then Shall
the Purpose of this Booke be accomplish'd. Come before the Devourer
with no Amulet, and Oblivion shall be Thy reward; Observe the Strictures
I have Demanded, Speak the spells I have taught ye, and mine Essence
shall Open the Door of Nothingness to thee. By my Dust shall Oblivion
know Thee and let thee pass; and by thine Amulet shall I know thee
and Stay my Hand. Forget Not that my Essence doth Dissipate with
each Passage of the Door, and must therefore be Replenish'd...
thou then to the Place I have Made, the House of the Door, where
my Shell must Abide against thy Coming. With Horror and Madness
my Demesnes shall be Defended, yet if thou art Diligent in thy Observance
of my Commands, Skill'd in the Power, and Certain in thy steps,
my House shall be Open'd to Thee, and thou shall Pass the Door in
the Face to the City that Waits. For my Pow'r Extends across many
Worlds and many Times, and in Each have I craft'd a House for my
Door, and in the City that Waits do these Doors Meet. Seek there
the Keys to the Final Void, and then shall thou come to my Fortress
have I Cast'd, and I See that Eons Uncount'd must Pass before All
these Things are Compleate; Long must I labor in Toils beyond the
Circle of the World, Ere I Find the Nine Hundredth Death to complete
my Apotheosis. If ye Aid me, if ye Serve me, I shall Reward ye Handsomely.
Become Death in my own Form, I shall Stay my Hand ever against ye;
as my Satrap Worlds shall Ye have to Devour. For, in the End, I
shall Devour All, but Great and Dark shall be thy Satisfaction when
Universes ye Destroy in my Name. Thou Serv'st me already in Thy
Heart; the Reading of the Booke has Mark'd Thine Soul. Now must
ye choose whether to Fall as Chaff, worthless to me, or to Rise
as the Grain I have Sewn, Ages before thy birth.