#eblis

[skeletonfumes]

Three Thousand Years of Longing (2022) George Miller

[giygas-bandicoot]

Pibby Hell on Earth

Redrew my only piece of Pibby fanart for my Eblis with a Shotgun mood. Did some thumbnailing and expanded on my vision for the scene plus some new OCs!

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[healthyfungi]

He's one good dog owner

[cagemasterfantasy]

DND Monsters: Eblis

From: Tomb of Annihilation

Large Monstrosity, Neutral Evil

AC 13

HP 26 (4d10 + 4)

Speed 30 ft., Fly 40 ft.

Str 11 +0 Dex 16 +3 Con 12 +1 Int 12 +1 Wis 14 +2 Cha 11 +0

Skills Perception +4

Languages Auran, Common

CR 1

Traits

Innate Spellcasting. The eblis's innate spellcasting ability is Intelligence (spell save DC 11). It can innately cast the following spells, requiring no material components:

Spells can be found in my tags

1/day each: blur, hypnotic pattern, minor illusion

Actions

Multiattack. The eblis attacks twice with its beak.

Beak. Melee Weapon Attack: +5 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target Hit: 5 (1d4 + 3) piercing damage.

[geeseburger]

dunmeshi ocs :D

my unicorn and bicorn beastmen, iliya and eblis :3 (any pronouns for each)

[buddiebeginz]

"This doesn't change a thing between us."

[khr-guilded-cage]

Fon was the Strongest Storm, the title wasn’t just empty praise. He had fought battles that shook the underground, held his ground against the most dangerous fighters in the mafia world, and stood as the Fastest among the Arcobaleno. No one had ever truly outclassed him—not in speed, not in strength, not in sheer mastery.

But this girl, this slip of a young woman who couldn’t have been more than twenty, was dismantling him.

He barely dodged as her fist tore through the air, a shockwave rippling from the force of her swing. The impact missed him but struck the stone wall behind him, reducing it to rubble. His mind raced as he leaped back, already feeling the strain.

She wasn’t just faster than him—she was unthinkably faster. Her movements were fluid, sharp, and utterly relentless, a storm he couldn’t keep up with. Fon prided himself on his speed, yet against her, it felt like he was moving in slow motion.

“How is this possible?” he thought, his chest heaving. His Storm Flames flickered around him as he prepared to counter, but even with all his focus, he could barely track her. Every step she took was precise and unpredictable, her attacks hitting with a power that defied logic.

He blocked a kick aimed at his head, the impact rattling his arms and nearly sending him to his knees. It wasn’t just her speed. Her strength was unreal—more than enough to shatter bones and crush his defenses.

Fon’s mind reeled. He was the Storm Arcobaleno, the Fastest, a master of 108 martial arts, and the only neutral enforcer for the Triad. He had taken down warriors twice her size and age, crushed opponents with years more experience, and emerged unscathed countless times. Yet this girl...

She moved with a fluidity that seemed almost unnatural, and her power—her presence—was on a different level entirely. He couldn't even see her moving! How could she defeat him so easily? What was she?

Tian laughed as she danced back, white hair swaying like silk. Her crimson eyes gleamed with amusement, and the smirk on her face was infuriatingly confident. “Is this all the ‘Strongest Storm’ can do? You’re disappointing me, Feng.”

He narrowed his eyes, refusing to let her mockery get to him, though the words stung. She knew who he was, yet he knew nothing about her. No whispers in the underground, no rumors in the mafia world, not even a hint of her existence. How could someone so powerful have remained completely hidden?

“Who are you?” he demanded, voice sharp as he darted forward, launching a rapid flurry of strikes. She dodged every single one with ease, as if she already knew where he was aiming.

“Oh, just someone who got bored and decided to see what all the fuss was about,” she replied lightly, effortlessly avoiding his attacks. Her speed was staggering, her movements so quick and seamless that even his trained eyes struggled to follow.

Fon gritted his teeth, trying to close the distance. He was the Fastest Arcobaleno. His speed and precision had taken down enemies that others would have called invincible. Yet she was untouchable.

She slipped past his defenses again, a blur of motion, and landed a strike against his shoulder that sent him skidding across the ground. Pain radiated through him as he steadied himself, his pride taking a heavier blow than his body.

“How is she this fast? How is she this strong?” His mind raced for answers, but none came. The title of Strongest Storm felt hollow against her raw power, her speed, and her precision. It wasn’t just that she was faster and stronger—she was far beyond what should have been possible.

“Really, Wind Dragon?” she teased, tilting her head as if bored. “Is this the best you’ve got? I expected more from someone with such a flashy title.”

He bristled at her words but couldn’t deny the truth in them. She wasn’t just mocking him; she was completely in control of the fight.

“And you call yourself a dragon?” she added with a laugh. “What a joke. You’re no dragon, just a man pretending to be one.”

Fon’s breath hitched. Her words hit deeper than they should have. “Who are you?” he finally asked, the question burning in his throat.

Her grin widened, and for a moment, he saw something in her eyes—something ancient, untamed, and utterly other. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” she said, her voice dripping with playful malice.

Fon clenched his fists, his mind struggling to comprehend what he was facing. He didn’t know what she was or where she came from, but one thing was clear: this wasn’t just a fight. It was a lesson. Someone probally send this young Storm to beat him up. And for the first time in years, Fon realized he wasn’t the strongest in the room.

Fon steadied himself, his breathing ragged as his muscles screamed in protest. His mind, usually so calm and clear, was clouded with frustration and confusion. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was completely out of his depth.

Tian, meanwhile, looked as though she hadn’t even broken a sweat. She stood a few paces away, her stance relaxed, her mocking grin never faltering. Her white hair shimmered in the dim light, giving her an almost ethereal quality that made Fon’s unease grow.

“You’re slowing down,” she said with a teasing lilt, tilting her head as if observing a particularly unremarkable opponent. “Is that all you’ve got, Ah-Feng? Surely the ‘Fastest Arcobaleno’ can do better.”

He clenched his fists, forcing his Storm Flames to flare brighter around him. He had faced impossible odds before. He had trained under the harshest conditions, fought enemies who were considered untouchable, and won. He wouldn’t back down now—not to her, not to anyone.

With a sharp breath, he launched forward, faster this time, pushing his body to its absolute limit. His strikes came faster, harder, each one aimed to overwhelm her defenses.

But she didn’t even flinch.

Tian moved with an effortless grace, sidestepping, ducking, and weaving through his attacks as though she were merely dancing. Her movements were fluid, almost lazy, as if she wasn’t even trying.

And then she countered.

In a blur, she closed the gap between them, her palm slamming into his chest. The force of the blow sent him flying backward, skidding across the ground until he collided with a stone pillar. The impact made the structure crack and crumble, but Fon barely registered it over the searing pain in his ribs.

“That’s it?” Tian said, her tone mocking as she walked toward him. “I thought you were supposed to be the strongest Storm. I’ve met hurricanes more impressive than you.”

Fon coughed, blood staining his lips as he struggled to his feet. His pride refused to let him stay down, even as his body screamed for him to stop.

“You’re holding back,” he said through gritted teeth, glaring at her. It wasn’t a question—it was a statement.

Tian’s grin widened, and she spread her arms theatrically. “Oh, you noticed? Good. I’d hate for this to be too easy.”

He barred his teeth, his flames flickering dangerously around him. “Who are you? Are you from the Triads?”

She chuckled, her crimson eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, wouldn’t you like to know?” she said, echoing her earlier taunt. Then her expression shifted, her smile sharpening into something more feral, more dangerous.

“But I’ll tell you this, little dragon,” she said, stepping closer. “You’re not the strongest. You never were. You just lived in a world small enough to make you believe that.”

Fon’s breath caught at her words. There was something in the way she said them, something that sent a chill down his spine.

Before he could respond, she darted forward again, faster than before. He barely had time to react, raising his arms to block, but her kick tore through his defenses like paper. The force sent him crashing to the ground, and this time, he didn’t get up immediately.

Tian crouched beside him, her grin returning to its playful edge. “Don’t take it too hard, Ah-Feng. It’s not your fault you’re out of your league.”

He glared at her, frustration and confusion warring in his mind. She was faster, stronger, and entirely unknown to him. Someone like her should have been impossible to overlook, yet here she was, an enigma who had completely outclassed him.

As he struggled to rise, Tian leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “But don’t worry,” she said, her tone almost conspiratorial. “I’ll let you in on a little secret.”

Fon froze, his eyes locked on hers, waiting for her to continue.

“You call yourself the ‘Wind Dragon,’” she said, a chuckle escaping her lips. “But the ancient dragons would be insulted for such claim. And you’re nothing more than a shadow of one.”

With that, she stood and turned, walking away as if their fight had never mattered to her. Casually slaughtering a few more of arrogant Triad members who tries to attack her.

Fon remained on the ground, his mind reeling. Ancient Dragons? He couldn’t afford to think for too long, not as Tian came back, still smilling down at Fon, standing amidst the chaos of the slaughtered Triad base. Blood pooled around him as he kneeled, struggling to steady his breath. Every movement felt like it came with an immense weight.

The blood from his wounds stained the floor, but Fon couldn't focus on the pain. His mind was racing, still reeling from the fight he'd just endured. Tian’s presence was overwhelming, like a storm in human form, and he was struggling to keep up with her every move. His breathing was ragged, and his vision was blurred, but he could still feel the weight of her mocking eyes on him.

Then, he feel as something shifted in the air—a subtle change that sent a cold shiver down his spine.

A figure appeared in front of him—blocking the view of the white-haired girl who had so easily outclassed him. Fon's eyes snapped up, startled, to see the very last person he expected.

It was Skull, the Cloud Arcobaleno

Skull de Mort

Their stuntman, their civilian Cloud, his fellow Arcobaleno stepped in front of him, blocking Tian’s path. Fon blinked, his mind struggling to catch up with the sight in front of him. Is that a hallucination? What was he doing here?

His posture was casual, too casual for someone standing in front of the monster who had just decimated an entire base, yet Skull’s presence radiated an unshakable calm. Fon could feel the confusion knotting tighter in his chest.

"Skull?" The Storm muttered, his voice hoarse. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Skull simply smirked and put one hand on his hip. "Is that any way to greet an old friend, Fon?"

The monster in question's mocking smile faded slightly as she looked at Skull. There was a strange pause in the air, a shift that made the atmosphere thicken.

Tian faltered for just a second, her smile wavering as she looked down at Skull, her demeanor shifting from casual confidence to something more calculating. Fon’s confusion only deepened. He had never seen Skull take a step into the middle of anything like this, and yet here he was, standing firm, placing himself between Tian and Fon like some kind of wall. Fon couldn't fathom how a man with so little presence could stand in the way of someone like Tian.

The martial artist leaned silently against the wall, his sharp eyes watching as Tian turned her attention to Skull. The air shifted, charged with tension. The white-haired girl, who had overwhelmed Fon mere hours ago, now stood before the self-proclaimed “Immortal Stuntman,” her crimson gaze narrowing as though evaluating him.

“Eblis,” she said suddenly, her voice laced with both mockery and something almost... reverent.

Fon’s brow furrowed. Eblis? What nonsense was this? His gaze flicked to Skull, whose usually relaxed demeanor had hardened. Skull didn’t flinch at the name, but Fon caught the subtle tightening of his shoulders, the faint flicker of recognition in his eyes.

“Back off, little lizard,” Skull said, his tone even but edged with...something.

Tian tilted her head, her lips curling into a faint smirk. “Still playing the weak fool, are you? I wonder if any of them have a clue who you really are, Eblis.”

Fon’s confusion deepened. Skull—Skull, the weakest, most unassuming of the Arcobaleno—wasn’t fazed by this powerhouse of a woman. More than that, Tian, who had reduced Fon himself to a mere nothing, spoke to Skull as though she were speaking to an equal... or perhaps even something more.

“You’re pushing your luck,” Skull said, his voice low but firm.

Fon’s sharp eyes didn’t miss the subtle shift in Tian’s demeanor. It was slight, but she took a step back, her usual arrogance dimmed by an unmistakable wariness. The girl who had toyed with Fon in battle now looked at Skull with the kind of respect born from knowledge, the kind of caution that came from knowing exactly what stood before her.

“Relax,” Tian said, raising her hands in mock surrender. “I’m not here to stir up trouble. But I have to admit, seeing you play the bumbling idiot is almost entertaining.”

“Leave,” Skull said sharply, his voice brooking no argument.

Tian chuckled softly, the sound light but lacking its usual bite. “As you wish, Al-Rajim.” She turned on her heel, sparing a final glance at Fon before striding away.

Fon straightened, his mind racing as he watched Skull silently stare after her. Eblis. The word echoed in his head, bringing with it questions he had never thought to ask about the man who was supposedly the weakest among them.

Skull, who had always been dismissed as a weakest, had somehow made a girl like Tian—a force who outclassed even Fon himself—step back with nothing more than a look.

“Skull,” Fon said carefully, his voice calm but probing. “What.”

Skull didn’t turn, his gaze still fixed in the direction Tian had gone. After a long moment, he simply said, “Nothing you need to worry about, Fon.”

But the undercurrent in his voice told Fon otherwise. For the first time, he found himself questioning everything he thought he knew about their Cloud.

[blackfairy312]

anyway OC meme

eblis jumpscare 😨 i used his mohg-follower design cause i implied that he and varré are like, 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 in that hypothetical ending idea (GOD I NEED TO PLAY THE NEW DLC BUT IM BROKE AND I DONT HAVE THE MOTIVATION TO FIGHT MOHG 😭😭😭)

original below

THE MIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIC

[lcstkey]

Regarding her Will-o-Wisp ability...

From A Realm Reborn through Shadowbringers, her Eblis form will wield the ability as it requires a good amount of magic stamina. Selena will not be able to utilize it outside of her Eblis form until the Final Days in Endwalker.

[shayansaoshyant]

[giygas-bandicoot]

Red Trinitite Redraw

Been in an Eblis with a shotgun mood so I redrew Gem Eblis as Red Trinitite. Made from a red hot explosion in a long abandoned kindergarten, this radioactive superhero is gonna save the day!

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[writing-for-life]

The Endless Are Not Their Opposite--They Only Define It

I read quite often, on here and elsewhere, that the Endless are also their opposite (@tickldpnk8 and I were just talking about an interesting thread on Reddit), so I just decided to speed-complete this one and get it out of my drafts before it dies in there (so not as much in-depth as originally planned, but sometimes, you just need to run with it 🤣).

The Endless are not their opposite. They define it. It’s a (in my mind, and I’d love to hear what you think) massive difference. And they define their opposite by their absence. If they truly were their opposite, it would give very different meaning to canon, and if we were to do so, a lot of it wouldn't make sense in my view.

Dream is not also reality. He defines it. He is, and forever will be, unreality. It is his absence that defines reality. A dream that becomes real isn't a dream anymore--it's real. That’s the main reason why pulling the ship into reality in Overture weakens him. If he were reality, he could have just snapped his fingers and make it happen. If he were reality, a lot of his problems wouldn't be... well, problems. The fact he is (a) D/dream is pretty much why all his relationships are doomed to fail. Dreams don't last. Dreams are forever strange and can't be truly known.

Delirium is not also sanity/clarity. She defines it through her absence. And when she pulls herself together like in Brief Lives, it hurts her "muchly". It is immeasurable pain for her because it is what she is not and cannot be for any extended period of time without hurting herself.

Despair is not also hope. She defines it via her absence. As long as you hope, you don’t despair. If Despair were also hope, we would not have 6 issues of Overture very clearly showing us who and what H/hope is. If Despair were also hope, we wouldn't need a little girl called Hope reach out her hand and touch Dream—he would have a sister who could do it. But the only time Despair shows up for him, so to speak, is after he killed Orpheus—make of that what you will.

Death is not also life. She defines it. The fact that she is there at your beginning does not mean she is the one who gives you life. She is there so you will remember her, always (and especially when she takes your hand), hence you will cherish life. She does not directly give life to immortals either--they are immortal because of her absence, because she withholds her gift, like she does with Orpheus and Hob (the Eblis-situation has nothing to do with anything in my mind and is linked to a funeral rite, and we are clearly told it is not something she usually does [“it’s been so long”], or is remotely comfortable doing. It is just that she is the Endless that is most life-adjacent and hence the one who will have to do it. Just like Dream is the most reality-adjacent and hence the one who has to pull the ship).

Destruction is not also creation. He defines it. He is what gives us the blank slate, he is what makes creation possible, he is what starts the cycle and ends it, but he is not creation himself. Keeping on destroying makes creation impossible. There needs to be a pause, a break for creation to come to fruition—the absence of destruction. If he were also creation, he wouldn't create so badly (to the extent that it is canonically turned into a running gag), and being around him and seeking him out wouldn't be an issue. But it is.

Desire is not also hatred (I’m still not sure if hatred is really the opposite of desire, but I’ll run with it because that’s what Gaiman chose). They define it via their absence. You know how Dream doesn’t want Desire in his life anymore after one major spat (whether he had reason to or overreacted isn’t really the issue). And what feelings are often left in the absence of Desire? And what does Desire feel and gets themselves tangled up in because they are pushed away and are basically not acknowledged/desired by their own sibling despite constantly trying to show him they are important (desire is not just a sexual thing, people, get your mind out of the gutter 🤣)? Yeah, about that one… There is definitely a different type of enmeshment here which sometimes seems a bit plot-hole-y to me, but I think that might be down to the fact that Desire is the chosen antagonist (and even that, only to a degree until they aren’t). Even so, it still makes sense.

Destiny is not also freedom. He is the absence of it. All paths lead to the same end. Or a decision you make was the decision you were going to make all along, and what looks like a different ending was the ending that would have happened anyway. And even if you choose, the book will start to make that choice destiny again. Only Delirium knows what’s not in his book, and in this universe, the only true freedom is not bound by any rules, logic or sanity…

[bumble-the-sun-bee]

im thinking about moths again and I'm gonna list a few that are good for Halloween themed OCS (will add pictures eventually)

Giant tropical owl moth

Ghost moth

White witch moth

Black witch moth

nudaurelia eblis (common name not found. The caterpillar looks sick tho)

Hildago emperor moth

mini Moon moth (yes- it's real and it looks like a ghost of its normal counterpart)

Tau emperor moth

african peach moth

[satangod666]

The Satanic Ritual

1 The opening of the Gates of Pandemonium:

Grasp the Bell of Commencement and sound it once at each of the five points of the

Pentagonia while turning widdershins. Afterward, replace the bell upon the altar.

2 Grasp the Sword of Satan and point it once at each of the five points of the Pentagonia,

beginning at the upper left point of the altar and then turning widdershins as you pause

at each point, address the Dark Lords thus:

Be Present Satan, Great Adversary Of Jehovah!

Be Present Belial, Great Prince Of The Wicked!

Be Present Leviathan, Great Serpent Of Infernal Seas!

Be Present Beelzebub, Great Lord Of The Flies!

Be Present Lucifer, Great Morning Star And Light-Bringer!

Afterward, replace the sword upon the altar.

3 Face the Satanagram and recite the Invocation of Infernal Power.

IN THE NAME OF ALMIGHTY SATAN, PRINCE OF EVIL AND DARKNESS, I ENTER

INTO THE ALLIANCE OF INFERNAL POWER! THE GATES OF PANDEMONIUM

HAVE OPENED WIDE AND THE DEMONS RIDE THE NIGHTWINDS TO THIS

UNHOLY PREACHMENT! ATTEND MY WORKINGS OF BLACK ART AND FULFILL

THE DESIRES OF MY INFERNAL WILL! IN SATANICUS HONOS!

4 Offertory:

Grasp the Chalice of Change and raise it to the Satanagram in an offering manner while

saying:

I PRESENT TO YOU, DARK LORD, THE ELIXOR OF CHANGE! BRING FORTH THE

INFERNAL WILL!

Drink from the chalice.

5 Grasp the Sword of Satan and point it towards the Satanagram while calling forth the

appropriate demons.

Afterward, replace the sword upon the altar.

6 The Creative Darkness.

7 Face the Satanagram and recite the appropriate Decree of Satan.

8 The Decrees of Satan are statements of Infernal Law—words of conviction and purpose.

The demonic elements in attendance are the executors of the principles of the

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Satanagram. The Satanic Will has been exercised and the decrees are the words of

enforcement. Each Decree of Satan Correlates with a specific rite and shall be

appropriately applied. At the conclusion of the Creative Darkness, the proper decree is

recited by the celebrant while facing the Satanagram.

BY THE POWERS OF MY INFERNAL WILL AND BY THE LAWS OF THE

SATANAGRAM, I DO HEREBY ADDRESS YOU, MY DEMONIC BRETHREN OF THE

NIGHT! YOU, WHO HAVE SEEN AND FELT THE POTENCY OF MY LUST, MY ACT

OF ANOINTMENT, AND MY DESIRE FOR HER (HIM), GO FORTH! GO FORTH AND

FILL HER (HIM) WITH INSATIABLE DESIRE SO THAT SHE (HE) WILL COME

UNTO ME! FULFILL MY DESIRES! IN SATANICUS HONOS!

BY THE POWERS OF MY INFERNAL WILL AND BY THE LAWS OF THE

SATANAGRAM, I DO HEREBY ADDRESS YOU, MY DEMONIC BRETHREN OF THE

NIGHT! YOU, WHO HAVE SEEN AND FELT MY SORROWS OF THE ONE WHO

SUFFERS, GO FORTH! GO FORTH O BENEVOLENT ONES, AND SMASH THE

CHAINS THAT TORMENT THIS WORTHY ONE! STRENGTHEN AND DIRECT HER

(HIS) FLIGHT TO JOY AND CONTENTMENT! FULFILL MY DESIRES! IN

SATANICUS HONOS!

BY THE POWERS OF MY INFERNAL WILL AND BY THE LAWS OF THE

SATANAGRAM, I DO HEREBY ADDRESS YOU, MY DEMONIC BRETHREN OF THE

NIGHT! YOU, WHO HAVE SEEN AND FELT MY ANGER AND HATRED TOWARD MY

ADVERSARY, GO FORTH! GO FORTH, HERALDERS OF WOE AND DESTRUCTION,

AND REND HER (HIM) WITH INCREASE, WITHOUT END AND UNTO DEATH!

FULFILL MY DESIRES! IN SATANICUS HONOS!

9 Closing the Gates of Pandemonium:

Grasp the Bell of Commencement and sound it once at each of the five points of the

Pentagonia while turning clockwise.

Replace the bell upon the altar.

END OF RITUAL.

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Book IV:

The Satanic Philosophy

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Pandemonium: The Infernal Hierarchy

PRINCES:

Lucifer: Morning Star and Light-bringer; Satan: Adversary of God; Belial: a Vicious and Wicked

Beast; Beelzebub: Lord of the Flies; Leviathan: Prince of Heresies and Serpent of the Infernal

seas.

THE FIRST LEGION:

Set, Tiamat, Eblis, Mephistopheles, Ahriman, Fenris, Pan, Abaddon, Apollyon

THE SECOND LEGION:

Asmodeus, Adramaleck, Astaroth, Kali, Nergal, Lilith, Typhon, Moloch, Midgard, Diabolus

THE THIRD LEGION:

Caop, Amon, Skoll, Hati, Azazel, Marchocias, Serapis, Bali, Orias, Maskim, Mastema, Nebrios,

Emma, Furfur, Pazuzu

THE FOURTH LEGION:

Pursan, Nabarus, Alastor, Silcharde, Incubus, Succubus, Hekate, Asag, Mara, Euronome,

Forneus, Xaphan, Ukoback, Belphegor, Kobal, Lerva, Necrofiend, Basilisk

****** Magickal Laws Regarding Successful Evocation of Devils and Demons ******

1 Suspend “non-belief” during Ritual. Fantasy is essential to successful Ritual.

You lm

2 Suspend “non-belief” while applying Outer Magickal Art/suggestion, etc. The catalyst, in

most instances, to realizing one’s ritualized desires lies with the application of positive or

negative fantasy; created situations; the use of what is commonly known as

“superstition”.

3 The Devil and demons were created and have been re-created by Man throughout

history. The Devil and/or demons are re-created through ritual and Outer Magickal Art;

in all other instances, our doctrine maintains a stance of non-belief, i.e., Book I: The

Denouncement of Theism.

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Book V:

The Rituals of Satanic Proper

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The Pact Of Satan

Membership with most elite organizations or private societies usually require an initiation rite and/or formal membership document which is signed by the initiate. This tends to be true (though in varying forms) also with regard to Satanic organizations and “realms”.

Historically speaking, Black Arts practitioners seeking Satanic alliance would call up a demon, or Satan Himself, to make a Pact in exchange for power of various sorts instead of joining a “Satanic group”. Moreover, hundreds of years ago, such groups weren’t “open” or well-known, now were “Devil’s books” readily available to the general public through “retailers”, as any kind of “Satanic” worship was considered a crime punishable by death. Thank the Devil and Enlightenment for our freedom from some of “God’s” religio/social injustices; anyone can now enter into union with the Devil without being “completely” criminalized!

The Pact of Satan is synonymous with the Xian rites of baptism as a purification device, whereas the Xian baptism is performed to symbolically cleanse the initiate of “original sin”, the Pact of Satan represents the initiate’s willful rejection of the belief in the existence of deities, and a rejection of the widespread Xian doctrines of deceit.

Ultimately the pact serves as a greeting and acceptance into Satan’s world of Darkness.

Special note regarding solitary Satanists: making a pact with Satan is not necessary to

successfully practice the Black Arts. The Pact of Satan ritual is geared to individuals who prefer to further formalize their dedication in a group setting.

Requirements for performance The standard altar articles are employed in the customary manner in addition to the initiate’s Pact articles (which sit upon a small table to the immediate right of the altar) which consists of: one Satanagram pendant, a black robe, two Pact of Satan contracts (one for the initiate and one for the priest who represents the Devil’s emissary) and a pre-arranged Satanic (magickal) name chose by the initiate.

Attendance requirements: the priest performing the rite, an assistant and the initiate. The priest and his assistant are garbed in the customary manner. The initiate wears a silver (gray is acceptable) robe.

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The Pact of Satan

1 The celebrant grasps the Bell of Commencement and opens the Gates of Pandemonium.

2 The celebrant grasps the Sword of Satan and evokes the Dark Lords from the five points

of the Pentagonia:

BE PRESENT SATAN, GREAT ADVERSARY OF JEHOVAH!

BE PRESENT BELIAL, GREAT PRINCE OF THE WICKED!

BE PRESENT LEVIATHAN, GREAT SERPENT OF THE INFERNAL SEAS!

BE PRESENT BEELZEBUB, GREAT LORD OF THE FLIES!

BE PRESENT LUCIFER, GREAT MORNING STAR AND LIGHT-BRINGER!

3 All participants face the Satanagram as the celebrant recites the Invocation to Lucifer:

O LUCIFER, PRIDEFUL MORNING STAR, SUPREME IN BEAUTY AND POWER,

HEAR ME! GRANT HIM (HER), THIS ENLIGHTENED FALLEN ANGEL—EXODUS

FROM THE HEAVENLY ABYSS OF SLAVERY AND THE TYRANT KING—THE

KNOWLEDGE AND WILL OF YOUR DARK SOUL, SATAN! DARK CREATOR OF THE

ANGLES OF DARKNESS, HEREIN WE THE DARK SOULS DWELL! GUIDE AND

EMPOWER HIM (HER) NOW AND FOREVERMORE! IN LUCIFERI HONOS!

4 All drink from the Chalice of Change (the celebrant, then his assistant, and finally the

initiate).

5 The celebrant recites the Pact of Oration which the initiate repeats after him:

LUCIFER—LORD OF MY DARK SOUL, I (common or Xian name) DO HEREBY

RENOUNCE GOD, JESUS THE NAZARENE, XIANITY AND MY FORMER BAPTISM,

FOR I AM OF THE EARTH, DARKNESS, AND THE POWERS OF THE INFERNAL

ONE! ACCEPT ME AS YOUR EVIL ALLY BY THIS NAME, (Satanic name)! IN

LUCIFERI HONOS!

6 The celebrant presents the two Pacts of Satan to the initiate for signing.

7 The assistant removes the silver robe from the initiate who then dons the black robe.

8 The celebrant bestows the Satanagram pendant upon the initiate while saying:

WELCOME (Satanic name), BROTHER (SISTER) OF DARKNESS!

9 All turn to face the Satanagram as the celebrant finalizes the rite with the words:

IN SATANICUS HONOS!

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The Pact Of Satan

LUCIFER—LORD OF MY DARK SOUL, I __________________, DO

HEREBY RENOUNCE GOD, JESUS THE NAZARENE, XIANITY, AND

MY FORMER BAPTISM, FOR I AM OF THE EARTH, DARKNESS, AND

THE POWERS OF THE INFERNAL ONE! ACCEPT ME AS YOUR EVIL

ALLY BY THIS NAME:

________________________

INITIATE

DATED THIS NIGHT,

__________, ____ ________________________

WITNESS

________________________

PRIEST/PRIESTESS OF SATAN

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The Ritual Of Antichrist

THE SIGIL OF ANTICHRIST

If you truly have a Darkness to your soul then this ritual will be both inspiring and self-fulfilling. However, by the same token, if you’re attempting to become something you’re not, it can bring forth a demon of self-destruction. Therefore, know thyself!

The Main Focus of this Ritual

1 To purge any residual Xian influence from the essence of the celebrant’s Being.

2 To cause the essential Darkness of the celebrant to grow, thus expanding the Sixth Sense.

3 To strengthen the Will to oppose the Xian doctrines.

The ritual represents the Forces of Darkness and their emergence in the Age of Evil. During the ritual, both elements of Good and Evil are present. Evil is the most active force (excepting Nature) in existence on this planet. It is a force far superior and dominant in its nature than is goodness. This should be obvious to anyone who is aware of Man’s history and today’s socioreligious climate. Xianity always has been, and always will be, a static (and I hate to use the word) force. Just as Man is naturally endowed with Earthly instincts and desires so it is with Man’s natural predilection to evil (immorality). People as a whole, and as individuals, need to stop cheating themselves and learn to live not in the imaginary shadow of a non-existent god.

There is no time for guilt regarding sin; there is no time for paying the church for regular guilt inducement; there is no time for soiling one’s knees for the sake of appeasing an imaginary, antithetical god! There is no time for acknowledging a god who has never lived, but certainly has died!

My fellow Satanists, the Age of Evil has arrived. Our Age—for times and times eternally. Read and understand! Practice and BECOME!

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Requirements for performance

With the exception of the burning charcoal contained in the brazier, the Ritual of Antichrist

begins in complete darkness, which symbolizes the arrival of the Age of Evil. The Age when the Wicked will plunge Man and the Earth into Eternal Darkness!

The Sigil of Antichrist represents the warrior spirit of the Beast 666. The cross, of course, is

associated with the Nazarene and his teachings; the inversion of such is the symbolic

renunciation and antithesis of his religious philosophy. The lightning bolt represents the Will and Power and the cruel wrath of Antichrist. The 666 is of course, the accepted numerical symbol of Antichrist.

Ultimately, the Sigil of Antichrist is the symbol of religious revelation and anarchy—of things to come! The sigil replaces the Satanagram as the altarpiece above the altar.

Six black candles are employed as this symbolizes the singular aspect of the number of the Beast and the Sixth Sense of all antichrists. Regarding placement, five of the six candles rest upon the points of the Angles of the Pentagonia on the floor before the altar. A single black candle endowed with the Spirit of Antichrist rests in the center of the altar, directly beneath the Sigil. Ignited charcoal in a large brazier represents Hell’s flaming Pit—from which the Grand Conjuration and subsequent release of the Devils of Evilution symbolize the forces of the developing religious war between Xians and us. The brazier is placed at the left side of the altar.

The function of the Xian Bible in this ritual is two-fold: first, it is employed as a sacrifice; the celebrant tears seven leaves from its binding and casts them into the Pit to suffer destruction and damnation. The second part involves the recital of its Antichrist disclosure: Revelation 13.

The Bible is placed in front of the brazier.

Conjuration saltes are more commonly known as “flash powder”. They are employed to

emphasize evocation. A small vessel of the saltes is placed next to the brazier.

The skull is placed on the altar between the Candle of Antichrist and the Sword of Satan. The thurible burns an Earthy scent which is most pleasing to the celebrant: it is placed at the rightrear area of the altar. The Chalice of Change with its emotion-stimulating elixor is placed directly in front of the thurible. The Sword of Satan occupies its customary position, which is at the forepart of the altar.

The essence of this ritual dictates that its accompanying music would be of a supremely

triumphant nature.

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The Ritual of Antichrist

1 In the darkness, the celebrant faces the Sigil of Antichrist as he recites the Invocation of

Antichrist:

IN THE NAME OF BELIAL I INVOKE YOU—SPIRIT OF ANTICHRIST—COME

FORTH! FOR I AM THE FIRST, AND MANY WILL FOLLOW! IN THE SPIRIT OF THE

BEAST, COME FORTH—FOR I AM THE SAME, AND THE FAITHFUL ARE FEARFUL!

IN RECOGNITION OF THE NUMBER, COME FORTH—FOR THE CONQUEST HAS

BEGUN!

2 The celebrant stoops to light each candle of the Pentagonia. After lighting the first, he

evokes:

FROM THE ANGLE OF SATAN, I CONJURE THE FIRES OF EVIL!

After lighting the second, he evokes:

FROM THE ANGLE OF BELIAL, I CONJURE THE LANDS OF EVIL!

After lighting the third, he evokes:

FROM THE ANGLE OF LEVIATHAN, I CONJURE THE SEAS OF EVIL!

After lighting the fourth, he evokes:

FROM THE ANGLE OF BEELZEBUB, I CONJURE THE SKIES OF EVIL!

After lighting the fifth, he evokes:

FROM THE ANGLE OF LUCIFER, I CONJURE THE RACE OF EVIL!

The celebrant lights the Candle of Antichrist and intones:

I CONJURE THE WILL OF THE GREAT BEAST—ANTICHRIST!

Immediately following each of the six avocations, the celebrant tosses a small amount of

conjuration saltes into the candle flames.

3 The celebrant (and all participants) drink from the Chalice of Change.

4 The celebrant grasps the Sword of Satan and points it towards the Sigil of Antichrist

while reciting the Conjuration of Darkness—666:

SATAN—IN YOUR MOST UNHOLY NAME, HEAR ME! OUR TIMES—THE AGE OF

EVIL AND ITS CREATIVE SPIRIT OF ANTICHRIST HAS COME! I AM THE

REVERENT ONE—A BEAST BORN OF THE EARTH AND THE INFERNAL KINGDOM!

I AM THE CONVEYOR OF WISDOM AND FOLLY! I AM THE BESTOWER OF

STRENGTH AND WEAKNESS! I AM THE PUBLISHER OF ALIENATION AND UNITY!

I AM THE CREATOR OF LIFE AND DEATH! I AM THE SAVIOR OF MAN AND THE

DESTROYER OF THE NAZARENE! I AM THE SOUL OF DARKNESS—A BLACK

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BEACON OF INFERNAL LIGHT TO THE WORTHY, AND A SIGN OF DOOM TO THE

LAMBS! I AM THE WILL, THE PURPOSE AND THE FIGHT! I AM ANTICHRIST!

5 The Holy Sacrifice.

6 The celebrant faces the Sigil of Antichrist and recites the biblical passage, Revelation 13:

1-18.

7 The Evocation and release of the Devils of Evilution. The celebrant grasps the Sword of

Satan and steadies the point of the blade in the Flame of Antichrist as he evokes the

Devils of Evilution thus:

PAN, COME FORTH AND SMEAR THE EARTH WITH YOUR DOCTRINES OF

CARNALITY!

FENRIS, COME FORTH AND FREE THE BEAST TO WAGE THE WAR!

LEVIATHAN, COME FORTH TO FILL THE MINDS OF MEN WITH THE WISDOM OF

EVIL!

DIABOLUS, COME FORTH TO JUDGE AND IMPRISON THE LAMBS OF THE

NAZARENE!

SET, COME FORTH TO DESTROY THE XIAN FAITH AND ITS MASSES!

The sword is replaced on the altar.

8 The celebrant closes the rite by dousing the smoldering charcoal with a plentiful amount

of conjuration saltes.

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