Diablerie

The prudential abiding of the pious saints has become a mere conformity of impervious dogma, accommodating both the emblem of ritualistic predominance, and those clandestine deviations of the carnal man. It is a mere glorification of performative alignment, from the rhapsodies of chaste abstinence, to the arbitrary judgement of disposition. There is an insatiable hunger, for bigoted jurisdiction, at the expense, of accountable precept, due to this monstrosity of fallibly administered revelation. The sovereign divinity has been procured ostensibly at best, to conceal the arsenal of human purport, and this simulation has become a defective device, for exploitive segregation. I shall no longer be part of the church, nor indulge in its self sufficing prophecies and laws. Tonight I relinquish my duties, from the bestowed altitude of representative echelon, within the church, for there is something hideous that I have witnessed. An innocent woman, Melisa her possessions have been discarded and she has been burnt, on the stake. A mere deviance of conduct, superinduced, a hysteric novelty of superstition, a panic of the masses, and the governing minister conversed with his allies, on the appropriate jurisdiction of punishment. He did not consider my negation of the prejudice, let alone seek my council. All I salvaged from the grapevine was that she was a witch, and had dredged demonic spirits from the miasm of hell. We were sufficiently acquainted through the feasible solicitation of mutual rapport. She spoke of being pursued by the clergymen of the church, not in the quixotic sense, but rather in a perverted manner. In one of her letters she wrote,

"One cannot fathom the horrors that haunt me. You believe me, and I only trust you Bernard. They will not leave me and have threatened to do many vile things, if I do not relinquish my virginity in silent acquiescence. The bishop has condemned me and I am alone"

It is unfortunate. The times are cruel and merciless. I will not forgive, so long as the embers of Melisa, cannot be recouped into pristine life. It does not end here. I have read sufficiently a grimoire on the Demon of Sigama, as a devotion of study and upon this crimson pentagram, in this candle illuminated precinct, I shall solicit its vile spirit, and render myself the energumen of its ensuing monopoly.