Seven Oracles

Promulgate, Oh Supplicant! Promulgate thus.

That thou mightest see, we giveth stars unto thee as eyes to witness proclamation.

Behold! For we have ripped out the throat of Aeon, and bid ye go as a plague of worms, as a legion of countless serpents to infest the rooted veins of the earth.

For now thou seest the well of celestial fire is a void which burneth black. And now thou hearest how every living thing doth howl in suffering with every dawn, as with a thousand dawns of a thousand stars in whose timeless silence are all as naught.

And beyond it all lieth the churning black maw of Apollyon. Thence emerge seven dooms, seven decrees of cosmic dread, and the seven grim faces of the coming beast.

Thus do Seven Oracles reveal.