Chapter 1

(Translated from Latin by Scribe Ghoul #4)

For what state of being was I, to be the prime mover to the eldest lord emeritus, while keeping the court of his dark eminence I believe he stole my heart aswell as my soul. On the year of our dark lord 1855 I was wedded to Papa Salem Emeritus, he was a man who may have been considered by the court to be cold, unloving, primal, but to me I sank into a normalcy of his dark tendencies. First came the most painful of penetration, taking my girlhood, and then the sodomy and the violation of my mouth so he may have me completely. That be the way of the prime mover, uncaring, unwavering and unconditional for that of his dark eminence Papa Emeritus. By the time the cicadas began to sing a summers song, I was with child. My husband his dark eminence Papa Salem did wage war to the Temple of god Christianity, a fools war and death would come to the ministry of Satan like a plague upon men. A plague of dark devastation and plunder. For when the leaves fell I was ripe with child and nearly ready for birth by the hunters moon to follow, but without Salem I was struggling with the coming duties of motherhood. By the new years star my son was born, Exilis Aedoneus Emeritus. A most cherub like child and heathy, however for nearly a Fortnite I was unwell. The after effects of birthing my child, and the penetration of my husband to create another. My womb and un-healing wound.

With time the sins of the flesh became pleasureless and loathsome from the touch of his dark eminence, I cared only of my child, a most beautiful and earthly child. Eventually I did go into the night, cloaked and to take my child and away myself from the painful force of his eminence. Into the woods and so did my child and I sleep beneath stars and commune with the wolves and the devils of the wood. I a nomadic image upon man of beauty and fertility, a most sexual and powerful image not unlike Lilith herself. And my child on he went as a man of the beast, collared to mimic the Christian man of god but instead spreading the word of our dark lord. I, a dark wisteria within the realm of a thousand willows, I, a woman of the dark lord to bewitch any man, for the female genital holds power over men, men crave the pleasures of the wetness between a woman’s thigh. I, taking pleasure within my own self, loving myself as an entity of the dark abyss, the mother of ghouls, shall fuck the dark lord in his most primal form, and take forth his seed creating horned children, skins of grey and blood upon blood to serve the dark lords Emeritus. I, the horned goddess saint Stella of the abyss and my children the soot and fire carved beings of lust and hellish sin do serve the bloodline as their slaves forevermore in devotion to my emeritus son. I, The mother of ghouls.
Lady Stella of the abyss.