OUR HOME OF PUNISHMENT
          From "Der Pazuzu", Tempel of Azagthoth (C) Emperor Norduk


      Black and grey clouds passed quickly above this hate-swept land. Just
   as  the  dark  earth  has  housed  the  carriages of chuckling Victorian
   lovers,  without  really  caring what may happen in their future, hoping
   for  Immortal  Life  through  their  Lord  Jesus Christ - but not really
   caring  of understanding - the earth had also seen the trampling feet of
   great White horses of war. And upon the steeds, sat grim and hateful men
   -  bearing  swords  and  maces which were crusted with the Blood of many
   slain  foes.  This  land  had also been home one dark morning to a dying
   woman,  plagued with a hideous disease - one of many in her time period.
   It  was  this same black earth that soaked up the tears she cried as her
   lungs bled and her mouth dripped dark sweet blood upon the cold ground.

      It  was  a  land  of hate and love, and land of darkness and Light. I
   walked  through  the  forest  during this night, cloaked in a dark black
   hood - as the shadows lengthened and the clouds moved ever closer to the
   earth.  These  were the depths of the woods, far away from the places of
   human  inhabitation,  behind  the wall of the harsh winds could be heard
   the sounds of many a Nocturnal insect and animal. But as I moved through
   the  forest these dark creatures did not move in, they gladly parted the
   way in respect and reverence. Even the grey wolf looked up in respect as
   I  passed  through  the  land. Many have traveled these woods with fear,
   expecting  the  darkened  predators to come unto their death call at any
   moment.  And, in the nature of things, their wishes were duly met as the
   pack  of  Wolves  surrounding  the screaming Opfer and tore him to bits.
   Hungrily gnawing on his bloodied flesh, gladly consuming that red elixer
   which  split  forth  from  his  arteries. And when they had left, he lay
   there, being brought into the realm which he had only encountered (so he
   thought)  in  dreams.  The  realm  which he had tried to ignore at every
   turn.

      But  I did not travel with fear, I traveled with understanding. These
   were no horrible places for me, but a place of beauty. Just as one would
   look upon a beautiful horse running across an open field in the light of
   day,  I  recognized the inherent beauty in this nocturnal landscape. But
   what  is  more,  I  understood.  The  Deeps Ones, those who dwell in the
   rivers  and  lakes  and  pools  within  the  forest, greeted me smiling.
   Treating  me  like  a  long lost friend. The Trolls too had no animosity
   towards  my  presence,  for  they  too were a part of this Older greater
   knowledge. For those who were, in all ways, Predators, they held love in
   respect,  for those who traveled with ignorance and fear, they knew what
   their  purpose  was, for the better of the Universe at large - they must
   be used for a purpose if they will not unlock their own inner potential.

      But  I had not come to the forest for mere observance, I had observed
   these  things many times before. There was a meeting tonight my friends,
   a beautiful meeting, a wonderful meeting! The young girls in the village
   turned  back  their heads upon the morning before and let out a laugh to
   the  skies.  Tonight  the reward for their culling would be presented to
   them. Tonight - they shall see their Black Master.

      The  Priestess  of the group was a young English beauty named Leisel,
   her ancestors had the blood of the Alp running through their veins, they
   had  been the Anglo-Saxon invaders that had come into the land. And with
   them a great Host of Spirits from the Black Woods of Old Germany, and in
   the  Astral  realm,  there was much rejoicing. She was around seventeen,
   her  current physical parents were hard workers, they dwelt in the field
   and  hills.  Watching  their  sheep-herd,  farming their fields. She was
   ravishing in appearance, shining blonde hair and blue eyes - her figure,
   voluptuous  and  full. Her eyes shone with the wisdom that could be seen
   in  few, for she was a Predator, a daughter of that High Werewolf of the
   Forest! And through her veins, a powerful blood flowed, the Blood of the
   Alp,  the inheritance of the Sexual Predators of her bright homeland and
   of  even  Older  Traditions,  that of the Death Goddess Lilith and Hekal
   Tiamat.

      She  stood  now at the gate of some old ruins that were in the woods,
   smiling  as  I and the other members of the cult arrived at the place of
   ritual.  She kissed and embraced each person. The Varcolaci were pleased
   by her, they crowded about her in their hideous blackened acasual forms.
   Now  a brooding silence came over the place of ritual, which was welcome
   for  Leisel and the other members of the cult. The Hunt was now about to
   begin.  A small child began hitting the gong which was placed on a large
   piece  of  stone  between two twisted trees, and the shiftshaping began.
   The  forms  were numerous, but because of the purpose at this time, they
   were all hideous. Leisel, who had since disrobed from her white garments
   and  stood  before  the cult naked, arched her back as a ripple of power
   went  through  her  body.  Her  shape  began  to  change  from that of a
   beautiful  girl into that of a hideous beast, a Varcolaci. Her eyes were
   now  yellow,  her  stature  well  over  ten  feet  tall,  her skin was a
   blackened  crust with vapourous liquid dripping from the boils and scars
   which  she  had  placed  there  -  in accordance with WILL - for her own
   purposes.  Her  lips curled back in a Satanic grin, and her black tongue
   darted out - serpentine - to drink of a goblet of blood upon the altar.

      All   the   other   Vampires   followed  suit,  upon  their  complete
   transformations  there  were  many different forms. Varcolaci, Werewolfs
   both  of  black and grey, pale and royal figures of the ascended Undead,
   bats,  mists,  and  satyrs.  By  their  astral  eyes they spied into the
   Chapel, there, on the altar of Christ, adorned with the Cross, symbol of
   Death  and  Lilith  awakened,  the  black robed figure of their Werewolf
   master  grinned  showing  rows  of  razor-like fangs. It lifted a furred
   black paw, The Hunt Has Begun.





                      THE WAMPYRE-VARCOLACI PENTAGRAM

      Project through the sphere of the Wampyre-Varcolaci Pentagram. Travel
   in  your astral form to the sleeping body of your chosen Opfer (Victim).
   Do  not  just  predate  upon  them, terrorize them, punish them, extract
   their  Life-Force  while  injecting  the most hideous and bizarre scenes
   into  the  Opfers  dreams  that you can muster. If they struggle, a fast
   swipe  of  a  long  taloned claw shall do the trick. Enlarge your astral
   body and merge into theirs, and drink deeply of the Blood.