Mad Gods - Predatory Ethics: Book I

by Athanasios

  “It still doesn’t make it right. These misguided tribalists, Templars, Freemasons, Xians, Luciferians,” he snickered. “All they need is leadership, Adam. They will never take responsibility of their actions or their decisions. They need to be led.” He didn’t boast like the rest, and Adam reluctantly accepted that He was his father.

  “Is that what your Illuminati are doing? Leading and providing distractions to keep them docile? Pitting one against the other in a thesis antithesis? Keeping them so intent on manufactured enemies they don’t know who their true enemies are?”

  Impatient with the sermon, Satan answered, “Don’t you see? Nobody wants to accept blame when things go wrong. Things always go wrong, and that’s why they need us. They give us control so they can then blame us. It’s not any more complicated than that. Stop with all this nonsense about the collective will of humanity.” His tone had become condescending as he addressed Adam. “Who are you to renounce the power they give us? We live to enjoy our lives and continue doing what gives us pleasure. As you grow up, you’ll discover what that is.” He paused briefly, allowing Adam a chance to interject, but before he could, He added, “They give us absolute power to do what we want.”

  “Our happiness and joy come from the misery of others. What about the pain and the terror on which we feed?” This had been the most agonizing question of Adam’s life. Why would someone do these appalling things?

  “Why should I care? Fair is a misconception between specific people, not everyone. Priests and philosophers try to translate what Gods say and always lose something in the translation”

  “What should we believe when we aren’t the ideal they worship? Do we follow predatory ethics?” Adam asked, straining to hold onto a dawning understanding.

  “You’re telling me about ethics? Look around your life, Adam; all of this is your fault. You and Kosta caused this,” he stated, sincere in his condemnation. “What Balzeer said was true; you can still lead as you wish. If you take control, you can mould the Luciferians, the Illuminati, everybody to be what you want. Why do you renounce this? If you had only done as you were told, all of this would’ve never happened.”

  “Do as I’m told? Fulfill St. John’s Revelation? This death around us would be nothing; who are you kidding?” Adam exploded.

  “Did this retard Greek drive you crazy?” He was now belligerent and condescending. “They deserve what Revelation foretold. It will revert to the way it was before Jesus changed original sin. Once again, we’ll have our way with the sinners. Look at how they’ve squandered their earth, lives, even the sacrifice of their first Messiah. Jesus died to save mankind from being born damned, from original sin. After His sacrifice, all were born innocent, and each individual judged, earning salvation or damnation in their lives.” As He continued, He pointed to the horrors man wrought. “Let them be punished as they deserve, for abusing their power and privilege.”

  “Is this another last temptation? Like you tried at Gethsemane? I’m not interested now, as I wasn’t then.”

  “You believe the propaganda Kostadino sold you?” he said in a low growl of exasperation. “You believe that you’re both Christ and Antichrist?”

  “It’s the truth!” At that instant, Adam renounced what his Father tried to force on him, and because of it, Adam was both.

  He told Him about past lives and the lessons learned through each of them. Thermopylae taught that we fight and die for each other, not ideals. At the arena, death is the last point in life and doesn’t stop learning. Golgotha showed that, at best, God was an absentee parent. The battle against the Byzantines revealed individual responsibility. Over the centuries, all the lessons he learned culminated in knowing Natalie. They both vowed never to lead, or be used, again.

  “You go too far, boy. You will do as you’re told and follow your destiny.” He finished with a finality that would’ve terrified anybody else, and Adam responded with an answer that would have done the same.

  Adam told Him that He is just God on a bad day. A schizophrenic God, grown mad with the power humanity gave Him. Adam continued to insult Him with vicious, rude slurs, while Satan winced and glared at their truth.

  “No, I will not do as I am told,” Adam and the Darkness answered. Adam reached down and picked up one of the Ritual Romana the Templars left. “I’ll show you truth, Prince of Lies. I’ll show you hype and propaganda. I am both Christ and Antichrist.”

  Adam started the Ritual, and at the end of the first verse, picked up vials of holy water, dropped by the good knights, and doused Him at every indicated instance. “I’ll be the tower of strength for him, in the face of the enemy.”

  Satan screamed in pain and horror. There was a bottomless anguish in his voice. “How could you do this to your own father?”

  “Let my powerful strength force the serpent to let go of your servant so that it no longer possess him,” Adam retorted, before laughing out loud and pausing at His pathetic attempt for mercy. “I’m the son of Satan. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

  The pun infuriated Satan and He tried to lunge at Adam with His will. Though Adam felt the malevolence try to throw him against a far wall, he doused Him with more holy water and restarted the ritual.

  “Go, Satan! Inventor and master of all falsehood! Enemy of human salvation! Fear and take flight when my holy and terrible name is invoked!”

  He continued to scream, bellow and moan in misery. Each time he named Jesus in the Ritual, Adam inserted his name, adding salt to His wounds. In between verses, Satan continued to appeal for mercy, but Adam continued, regardless of His pleas for familial loyalty. “I hear you. Humiliate this enemy of the church.”

  Adam was almost finished and Satan knew that He would be forced to leave Kosta as soon as Adam was done. Before the end, He roared His final threat. “I will take him with me. Renounce your actions and do as you’re told and I’ll allow him to live. Your precious Paleologos can either live the rest of his life with you, or eternity with me.”

  Adam never hesitated, but continued. He knew Kosta made his decision when he took Revelation’s Antichrist to grant Him choice. The many lives he had read in the Idammah-Gan Codex showed dissatisfaction with the power given the Messiah, given humanity’s blame.

  Adam wanted to scream, “It’s everyone’s fault; nobody is innocent. Everybody grow up! We no longer believe powerful men control the weather or strong women have dominion over fucking and crops. We don’t need white-haired geriatrics and horned, cloven foot throwbacks to clash with each other, leaving us in the middle of their fight. We are responsible for our own actions, both individually and collectively. There is only one golden rule: Do onto others as you would have them do onto you.”

  The final words were almost out Adam’s lips when Satan departed with a curse. “Adam, you will live out your life here, knowing I will delight in hurting your precious Kosta.”

  Adam set his jaw to the curse and promised eternal misery, and screamed the final blessing of exorcism. The holy water released both a roar of agony and his Biblical father. Adam rushed to Kosta and held him close as he watched the last of him go.

  Kosta used his last breath to tell Adam not to feel bad. He had chosen the road that led to that moment. He also told Adam where to find instructions and how to continue. The answers to his questions were in Alexandria.

  Watching Kosta leave, Adam cried, just as he had when Kosta first asked him his name. This time, he knew the tears flowed and were welcome. When they ran out, he remembered more of Kosta’s words. The dead have no problems; death was only terrible for the living. Crying was for those still alive.

  - Epiphalogue -

  TIME: JUNE 15TH, 1972. TEMPLAR CHAPTER HOUSE, NEW YORK, U.S.A.

  Father Martin finally found his friend and companion of the past decade, imprisoned. He spent months combing through Templar chapter houses throughout the world, finally finding him in the same one where he started his search.

  Martin went to Grand Master Hapsburg an
d requested to know why Father Quentin was imprisoned. The Grand Master said Father Quentin was unstable and too militant in his conduct. He had jeopardized their order and the mother church through rash actions and foolhardy tactics. With or without Papal sanctions, Seneschal Quentin was still a Templar and Grand Master Hapsburg was still his Grand Master. He would be released when he showed a proper respect for the required manner in which a Templar should conduct himself. In the meantime, he would be unavailable.

  Martin inquired about the task Pope Paul VI had given, in regard to the Antichrist, who had been living in the wilds of Canada. Were they to abandon their mission because a single clergyman, no matter how important, was unable to continue his work?

  Hapsburg told Martin the mission had continued and been successful; the boy was taken care of and was no longer a threat. When Martin asked what that meant, the Grand Master merely repeated himself and ended the discussion. The matter of the task, given to Seneschal Quentin and Father Martin, was now closed and completed to Pope Paul VI’s satisfaction.

  “Is it also to the satisfaction of the Secretary of State and the Major Prefect?” Martin asked, watching the Grand Master closely as he replied.

  “It is. They replied for Pope Paul VI. The matter is closed and your mission has ended. Thank you for your efforts,” he stated turning from Father Martin dismissively.

  The former Jesuit was not surprised by this, since many months ago, Father Quentin had expressed reservations about his leader. He thanked the Supreme Templar, walked out to where he packed bags and left the chapter house.

  Eventually, Father Lancaster Martin was laicized by a grateful Roman Catholic Church and began to write books about the labyrinthine activities of his past. A year later, he served as a consultant for a film, based upon his exploits. He became an authority and a minor celebrity among those interested in dark conspiracies and disillusioned with the good church.

  TIME: JULY 10TH, 1972. WHITTIER MANSION, SAN FRANCISCO, U.S.A.

  The leftmost telephone on the desk of the Supreme Tribunal of the Luciferian Church, or Church of Satan, Mordecai Aronovich, had been ringing intermittently since June 10th. The few hapless initiates, unfortunate enough to answer it, couldn’t help the voice on the other end and chose to leave the mansion, never to be seen or heard from again.

  It stopped ringing as a calloused hand picked it up and answered. The voice rang out and demanded to speak to the Supreme Tribunal, and this time, received a reply. It was a gravely voice, which had been heard in high-ranking political offices, secret archives and behind many years of ecclesiastical battles. Bernhardt Hapsburg barely noticed the marks applied to his skin a few weeks before, when nameless, grim men came to his Templar chapter house in New York.

  As a member of the Dark Nobility he was aware what the marks meant and was surprised he had been chosen to lead the Prince’s church. Previously, the honor had always fallen to one of the cattle, not their predators. He once again repeated he was the Supreme Tribunal.

  “George H.W.?” Hapsburg asked.

  “Bernhardt?” H.W. was surprised, to say the least. “You’re the new Supreme Tribunal?”

  “Yes I am, George. It seems the Prince has lost patience with His whelp. I am the Grand Master and the Supreme Tribunal. We have a lot of work to do; His son will do as he is told.”

  Predatory Ethics — Book I: Mad Gods

  Copyright 2011, Athanasios

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  Table of Contents

  Copyright

  - Prologue -

  - Monaxia -

  - Triumph of Xos -

  - Dangerous Words -

  - Zealots -

  - Idammah-Gan Codex - Depth of Correction I -

  - Idammah-Gan Codex - Depth of Correction II —

  - Idammah-Gan Codex - Depth of Correction III -

  - Predatory Ethics -

  - Idammah-Gan Codex - Depth of Correction IV -

  - Dark Genesis -

  - Faith: Father Figure -

  - Routine -

  - Separate Views -

  - Perspective -

  - Vantage -

  - Fight, Fight -

  - Paper Trail -

  - Tome de Les Parfaits - Depth of Correction V: Wounded Rib -

  Meet The New Boss

  A New Dawn

  Sangrael Gospel - Depth of Correction VI: Wounded Rib II

  - Dark Revelation -

  - Menace D’Ours D’Enfer - Depth of Correction VII: Wounded Rib III-

  - Brought To Light -

  - Promise of Life Rewarded -

  - Idammah-Gan Codex - Depth of Correction VIII: Wounded Rib IV: -

  - Life Rewarded -

  - Allotted Existence -

  Hell in a Handbasket on Wheels

  - Collision -

  - Epiphalogue -