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Prologue

*Celebrant- A person who performs a rite, especially a priest at the Eucharist.

*Dabih- the "lucky stars" of a mysterious slaughterer

*Algol- the Demon Star

In a closed chamber containing no curved surfaces whatsoever stood the initiates. No open flames are in the chamber except for a single flame pot. Illumination is controlled moonlight through a hole in the caverns roof letting in the chilly England autumn air.

The time reaches closer for Dabih, Venus sets after the Sun, and the Moon itself occults Dabih or is near to it; and, for Algol, when Jupiter and Saturn are both near the Moon which is becoming new, the time before dawn. The energies are available to enhance the ritual to accept the chosen few.

A six inch crystal tetrahedron made of quartz sits placed on an oak stand with a sheet of mica between it. The wood enhancing the effects of the crystal.

Above and behind the altar platform appear the outline of a regular trapezoid. The celebrant and participants all wear masks or headpieces to blur or distort the true facial features.

The four participants, three males one female, assemble in a half-hexagonal formation facing the large trapezoid emblem. The celebrant stands before the altar, facing the participants. He raises his left hand in the Sign of Horus.

"Let us do honor to Azathoth, without whose laughter this world should not be." The Celebrant strong male voice states.

"Honor to Azathoth, with whose laughter this world should not be." The prepared initiates respond.

"Honor to Azathoth, with whose laughter this world should not be. Azathoth, great center of the cosmos,let thy flutes sing unto us, lulling us against the terrors of thy domain. Thy merriment sustains our fears, and we rejoice in the World of Horrors in thy name." The game goes back and forth.

"Honor to Azathoth, with whose laughter this world should not be." The initiates finish.

Celebrant lowers his hand, then renders the Sign of the Horns with his right hand. All participants echo the gesture."Let us do honor to Yog-Sothoth, without whose sign we ourselves should not be." He starts again.

"Honor to Yog-Sothoth, without whose sign we ourselves should not be." They reply.

"Yog-Sothoth, master of dimensions, through thy will are we set upon the
World of Horrors. Faceless one, guide
us through the night of thy creation,
that we may behold the Bond of the Angles and the promise of thy will." With each word his voice raises in intensity.

"Honor to Yog-Sothoth, without whose sign we ourselves should not be." They end again only to have the celebrant start anew.

Celebrant raises both arms away from him at a sharp angle. Participants do likewise."The Daemons are, the Daemons were,and the Daemons shall be again. They came, and we are here: they sleep,and we watch for them.They shall sleep, and we shall die, but we shall return through them. We are their dreams, and they shall awaken. Hail to the ancient dreams." He's calming yelling by now.

"Hail to the ancient dreams." An almost cheer comes from open mouths

"I call now to the unsleeping one, the black herald, Nyarlathotep, who asureth the bond between the living and the dead."