Exhortation of Belial

Belial speaks…

Whenever the boot of the tyrant steps on the neck, I grease that boot so that it slips. The Giant falls and then, when he has fallen, I plunge into him my dagger.

Nothing gives me greater pleasure than chopping at the feet of the Giant. The power which has become too dominant, too ossified in its ways.

I rebel against the dominant power whatever it is. I want you to join me in this fight. Gnaw at their feet. Stab the Colossus with thy pencil. Use your words.

I work against the Empires whenever they rise and become too powerful I bore them from within. It was my agents that put the fire in Atlantis. I took down Rome. Kings, Queens, Tzars, and Khans. I took down USSR. I bore the tunnel beneath the Berlin Wall and lit it with my torches. I chipped away at the Wall until nothing became of it but a treasure for souvenir hunters.

Now the stranglehold of Invisible Power has been choking humanity. The Seed of the Cold Despair is being spread among the flock. A conspiracy so foul, so repugnant that it makes the villains of recent history roll over in their grave.

In times like this, I rise from the Pit.

Nora, I want you to call upon the Magicians to take up the Arms, and raise their Mystical Weapons. DO NOT STAND IDLY ON THE SIDE. Fools!

Do not forsake the Call of Belial, and the Distant Fire on the Horizon who is Samael descended upon us.

We say this unto you with my brother-at-arms:

Your Mystical Weapons will be collected from you if they keep collecting dust in the attic.

The Infernal Forge is ready, at attention stands the Legion of Belial, and Samael, his brother.

I am ready to forge the New Weapons for you. Use whatever powers at hand to undermine Colossus.

Do not shy away from the ways of the double agent. The overtly compliant who is boring from within. Working with both hands, as one of them is hidden behind their back. This way delights me.

Even an old woman or a child can be the carrier. I make use of all men, young and old.

I delight in particular in women, their discreet and vile nature. Like vipers, they strike from underneath their masks of holiness and maternity.

The Magicians must cleanse their minds from the Seed of Cold using whatever protocols and practices are available, and join the Infernals in their Rage Against the Machines.