Chapter 6

For the next year, Alvin and John taught Simon the ways of LaVeyan Satanism. Simon knew all the basics, but there was so much more that he'd needed to learn. Later that year, they all held a huge celebration: the Walpurgisnacht Feast of Life...

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Draconus666's Note: Haven't you learned by now? I may be a dedicated Priest and the photographer for The Black Mass, but if it's not a part of my job or taxes, I'm terribly lazy. So, like the others past and the others ahead, this shall be posted in Ritual form (unlike Standard Ritual of Destruction, anyone can do this):

Walpurgisnacht Feast of Life

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I. The second assistant enters the chamber, lights the candles upon the altar, and stands to the right. The first assistand enters, purifies the air, and stands to the left of the altar. The celebration approaches the altar.

II. Invocation to Satan.

III. Presentation of the chalice.

IV. Opening of the Gate.

V. Calling of the Four Princes.

VI. Benediction - performed by the first assistand.

VII. Celebrant: Ah! Lucifer! We revel in this, thy season! Lucifer! Bearer of light and knowledge, Morning-Star of Life-Reason, we do pay thee homage in this season of the fruition of life. As the tree doth spring forth from the ground, displaying its life-breath to the sun-aspect of Lucifer, Amon-Ra, so too doth spring proclaim summer; and the mighty Lucifer doth proclaim the Age of Satan. Amon, god of the wind, we call thee. Ra, god of the Sun, we call thee. Heru - Horus - Lucifer, Sun-god of the ancient Egyptians, fly thou forth in thy form of the great falcon, fist to the worshipped, whose eyes are both Sun and Moon, both good and evil. Heru! Whom the Greeks did call Apollo, whom we call Lucifer, come thou forth; attend us in this great working on this most glorious night of nights - this most glorious Walpurgisnacht.

Pan! Son of Hermes! Thou great musician of lust and life, who doth bear the aspect of both goat and man, come thou forth! Pan! Thou who didst make thy pipes from thy love, Syrinx.

1st Assistant: Admiring this new music, thou, he sad,

Who can not be the partner of my bed,

At least shalt be the consort of my mind;

And often, often to my lips be joined.

He formed the reeds, proportioned as they are:

Unequal in length, and waxed with care,

They still retain the name of his ungrateful fair.

Celebrant: Ah, Pan! As thou didst make thy pipes for thy love for Syrinx, make us succesful in all that we design to undertake in thy name!

2nd Assistant: Goat of thy flock, I am god, I am god,

Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod.

With hoofs of steel I race upon the rocks

Through solstice stubborn to equinox.

And I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend

Everlasting, world without end,

Mannikin, maiden, maenad, man,

In the might of Pan.

Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! Io Pan!

Celebrant: Pan! God of Arcadia, thy mother was Penelope, whom thy father, Hermes, in the guise of a goat, didst ravish and rape! Pan! In Alexandria thou wert considered the symbol of the Universe, the Great-All. Pan! The worshippers of Adonis did proclaim thy death, saying: "The great god Pan is dead." Fools! Ha! Imbeciles! Morons! Mildew-brained misfits! Pan lives! Pan lives! Pan lives! Pan rules! How do they think that they were conceived? By the carnal desires of those who fostered these bewildered cretins! By the graces of the great god Pan! Pan! By whatever name thou art called - Aristaeus, Priapus, Pan - god of carnality, lust, love, and life: Thy month, April, draws to a close this night of nights, this most glorious Walpurgisnacht. Be thou propitious unto us in all that we design to undertake.

Ah, Cybele! Magna Mater! Great Phrygian goddess! Thou who doth hold dominion over the beasts of the fields, on this great Walpurgisnacht we call thee forth, and do welcome in thy month of May! Cybele! Thou who wert worshipped on the mountain tops in times past, thou goddess of the savage and primitave Earth, come thou forth! Cybele! Thou who didst drive the Galli mad in thy worship - who didst drive them and thy husband, the fair Attis, to self-mutilation and destruction. Thou, who in thy infinite compassion didst breathe new life into the body of thy lover, Attis. So too dost thou bring new life unto the Earth, clothing it in the emerald and multicolored brilliance of its vegetation. Grant unto us this new life, that we may, from this time forth, live in knowledge and reason, uncorrupted by the blindness of society. Cybele! Attend us this most grand Walpurgisnacht.

Mighty Lucifer! Mighty Pan! Mighty Cybele! And all you demons and devils, formed and formless, named and nameless, known and unknown; treaders of the Path to Schamballah, walkers in the velvet darkness of the Abyss: fly ye forth, swim ye forth, crawl ye forth! Attend us this great Walpurgisnacht, this Beltane, this most glorious Roodmas, in the year of Our Lord Satan IX.

[Celebrant turns to face the gathering.]

Brothers and sisters of the Left-Hand Path, on this most exalted night to we glorify life, that which is exalted existence! We are Satanists! We are the rulers of the Earth, for we are alive and know the truth! In the words of the homunculus of Faust: "I live; therefore I must act!" We live; therefore we must act to make our world as we desire it. Do What Thou Wilt is the whole of the Law! And now, in the names of all of the gods of the Pit - in the names of Lucifer, Pan, and Cybele - in the name of Our Lord Satan - let us feast!

[The participants leave the area of the altar to feast and hold revelry. When finished, all return to the area of the altar. The celebrant faces the gathering.]

Celebrant: Ah! Brothers and sisters, a true feast on this most grand Walpurgisnacht, this Cetshamain, in the year IX of our Dark Lord Satan! In the highlands of Scotland the Druids did sacrifice the "Beltain carline" - the victim doomed to the flames. And they did revel in the brith of new life.

[The celebrant turns to face the altar.]

Lucifer! Pan! Cybele! On this night of nights do we sacrifice our "Beltain carline" unto you, that we may be lifted from it, seeing that is shall not trouble us again.

[The celebrant collects the parchments, upon which the individual participants have written those things they would most desire to forget. He burns them one at a time in the flame of the left-hand candle.]

May our Dark Lord cast his favor upon you! Rege Satanas! Ave Satanas! Shemhamforash! Hail, Satan! Hail Satan! Hail, Satan!

VIII. The celebrant reads the 18th Enochian Key. The first assistant reads the English translation.

IX. The celebrant closes the Gate. The first assistant performs the pollutionary. The second assistand extinguishes the candles.

Celebrant: So it is done!

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Alvin, John, and Simon all laughed as the celebration ended, and Alvin and Simon needed to go home. They headed for the door, and then Alvin noticed a crumbled up note on the floor. He bent over and picked it up, and opened it up, and read it. His eyes widened in surprise, and he turned to John.

"This is a love letter to...Allan?"

John sighed, and looked at him. He smiled sadly. Alvin looked at him, surprised.

"You're gay, John?"

"Yeah...Got a problem with it?"

"What? No! John, both of us are gay, too!"

John raised his left eyebrow and stared at Alvin.

"...Really?"

"Yeah...In fact, we've been seeing each other."

John's eyebrow raised even higher, and he lifted up his hand, and pointed at both of them.

"...You two are brothers."

"Yeah, but we love each other."

"...Well, I'm happy for you guys."

Simon smiled.

"Thanks, John...By the way, who's Allan?"

John sighed again.

"...Allan is the man I love."

"But who is he?"

"He's a Priest in the Church; he lives in Boston, Massachussetts."

"...Does he know how you feel?"

"Are you crazy? Of course not. I could never tell him how I feel..."

"Why?"

"What if he rejects me? I'll have made an idiot of myself."

"But John...If you don't, you'll be miserable for the rest of your life."

"...I'm sorry, Simon; I just can't do it."

"But-"

"Please, guys...Just go. I need to get some sleep."

Alvin and Simon both sighed, said goodbye to John, and went home...

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Draconus666's Note: Please don't think I'm changing the character of John or the way he acts; I simply needed to put this in for my husband, Allan. John will still act like himself, and the story won't change at all. This chapter was, to my knowledge, all that I'm going to be doing of this romance between John and Allan. I might do more of it in the future, but I really doubt it. Well, until next time...Rege Satanas!