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Before you continue reading, I am warning my readers not to write anything similar, much less apply the things herein. I grew heavy-loaded by the entity of mine when I wrote this for you. The reason why I am doing this is to show my readers what a twisted and strong mindset it requires to even consider The Dark Arts Of Our Order. I do not advice you to step any further. There's a reason they've put Set in mindset. Luckily, however, it does not provide you any real answers anyway. By reading any further, you have taken part, agreed and fully understood this warning. We shall take great pleasure when you fail. But please, come forth my child!
~WZ
Before we have begun, I have warned you. This makes the weak strong and the strong weak. ~ WZ
At the beginning of my life, I was given the privilege to have my own name. Before my father had passed away, before conception, he had been looking for approval. My father did not want to let a stillborn be born. This to make sure I could have the same last name in my family. He asked, no, demanded our ancient order to let his child be called: Wextan Zilton. This was meant to be the name of his sweet little girl, HAH! He who wanted me to be a sweet comic writer after school, HAH! I have my ways to make these heroes and villains come to life!
You might think that's strange, but that's how it works. Nobody orders our order anything without a sacrifice, gently speaking. How foolish he was, my father. Just before my great transformation, he should have seen me. I would have made sure his soul would walk among the undead throughout all the eternities. This had already been dealt with by some of the greatest necromancers of our order. How you'd ask? B-Ooo, should I give you the secrets of the dangerous art: Necromancy? Maybe I should. This would most definitely cause you so much harm and to this world, that it could prevent the entire human race from awakening and put those who are awakened, back to sleep. How lovely now, isn't that thought to you? To you, I say Abadra cadaver! Fools! All of you! As they say in the movies, you-tiny-little-lamb-for-Slaughter! Disgusting child!
Now, this is what I really wanted to teach you. The Great Transformation of a figure, so destructive in nature that there's only been so few in history who has been able to summon forth and control this entity, for short periods of time. The majority who've tried has died. What a lovely rhyme that is! The thing is, by the time you're reading, I would've let this entity control me so that we can control each other. We Are The Zet Of Power - ONE! Just turn the te-tra-gram-ma-ton upside down and I will be giving you a mantra to make similar things happen to you. I am controlled by this entity, and I control this entity. This entity is so occult and sacred to our order, that I cannot give you its real name. Hence, you cannot summon this entity to you. Oh, I forgot I was writing a children's book. Due to the current state of ignorance, we could name this entity: Zeten.
Now, pay close attention to the very simple mantra I now give you:
Not-am-marg-art-et
Now as you repeat this, you still need the correct preparations. Summon to you, The Great Virgin of Your Season. As we know, all seasonings require its sauce. The virgins are obviously going to differ due to the season, location and to your zodiac sign having paid very close attention to your birth chart. Once done, have sex with her. Make her bleed and let her scream her very soul away, to the eternally dead, while you're doing it. Now, all it comes down to is the rhythm of the mantra I gave you. You'll have to find the rhythm yourself. The arts belong only to the experienced souls. When you've found it, then it must be done in the EXACT same rhythm as with the intercourse you're having, with your virgin. Be underneath the surface of the earth and make sure she's in a fetus-position by the time of her death. Now all you should have in mind is the great entity Zeten itself. Let it integrate and take you over completely!
Now before you reach the climax and free her from the living with a black onyx knife, with a black silken robe. The black power location should only be found by you. Now you only need to have prepared one thing: A stronger soul than the virgin soul. Not until you have found what I am asking you, should you be able to summon forth the great destructive entities of our universe, in which I've already succeeded. All the fortune and destruction of our worlds can only be done when we're facing the meanings of our words.
Let your soul be forever dead, should you fail.
Should you succeed as well, I will be inviting you.
If we both shall, then let us eat together.
~WZ
This is my entry for the Twenty-four hour short story contest for @mctiller/writers-win-5-steem-twenty-four-hour-short-story-contest-for-may-2-a-comic-book-writer-s-creation-comes-to-life
by @mctiller
Hope you enjoyed reading.
And Love For All
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