Nephandi

Nephandi & Their Lords

Thou hast health; slay thyself in the fervour of thine abandonment unto Our Lady. Let thy flesh hang loose upon thy bones, and thine eyes glare with thy quenchless lust unto the Infinite, with thy passion for the Unknown, for Her that is beyond Knowledge the accursed one.

Thou hast love; tear thy mother from thine heart and spit in the face of thy father. Let thy foot trample the belly of thy wife, and let the babe at her breast be the prey of dogs and vultures.

For if thou dost not this with thy will, then shall We do this despite thy will. So that thou attain to the sacrament of Graal in the Chapel of Abominations.

Liber Cheth vel Vallum Abiegni sub figura CLVI
Nephandi Triskele

Sub Groups

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Labyrinths

Individuals

  • Anton Robinson — A completly normal poet who happens to be in love with the Wyrm

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