Greetings from the Order and Ordinance! Seeing as this is the perceived season of Love, I was given the go-ahead to give a poetic retelling of the Sacred Lesson “Love’s Untimely Quarrel” for this week’s post. It seems fitting given that for most, this is the loveliest time of the year or perhaps the loneliness. As written in the Xyphokron, the brief explanation of this Sacred Lesson details how Time can be wasted if one does not act on their Love, and how it can perish; what is left is often a broken Core left to its own pain. That Core Love, however, can still hold power. A sacrifice, in the name of one’s unrequited Love, can still act as a Charm to protect the unsuspecting beloved. As so, I’d like to retell the story a bit but from the perspective of the broken-hearted corrupted. Please enjoy!
A silent declaration, or perhaps one of clandestine nature. Once was administered in the cowardice of rejection, and then met with that very end. Upon those lessons of the past have I’ve been so unfortunate to learn, in the face of that direct confrontation with my most precious, that what I pursued was that of a toxic end; not because the rejection was imminent, but because I had failed to remember the truth of my affection. I had vowed to protect, I had vowed to assure their happiness, and was then overtaken by obsession and had broken the promise of protection. I had failed in my own conviction because my fear of loss was greater.
Thus, in that moment, no other choice was to be made but to cut the string. The sick and ill core, the heart blackened, coughing and without any such breath. It must be done, in the name of the wise Remembrance, just like such tales, it had to be done. Laid to rest was the promise that was broken, not by intended betrayal, but by forgetful obsession. The heart was struck down.
Time rules over this pain, and rules over the Core’s function. A 9-fold rotation on this Earth, and the heart, crusted and in shadow, rattles just slightly. The rattle started off in ill-beginning as the corruption had already broken the apparatus, but the rattle was there nonetheless. It was allowed to grow silently as I had kept a loose peripheral eye on it until, upon waking in the new sun, the rattle was a beat—one so tragically unintended.
Impossible, truly locked out from the rhythm of this new surge by all means within the rules of the world, yet the beat was consistent and the longest—7-fold rotation in the making. All accumulated in the realization that the patterns of the previous beloved were in repeat but with new ill-formed obsession at the helms.
Yet, to the slim light of fortune, I was wiser, enriched with experience and Realmly Truth than at the previous departure. The beat was a corruption yet still, instilled in intent of the evilest form, yet so earnest. There had been, in fact, two hearts in this one vessel, a true and a fake. The fake was a plant, ready to poison the body and take away the future’s path. Two Selfs, fighting for control, and yet destiny was assured the corrupted would lose out.
In this realization, passed to the corrupted, he acquiesced. It was artificial, this new beat, as was the Self that spawned it. Both were corrupt, both were created by the darkest of all evil, and both were designed to impede the body as a whole. Yet, the beat…was so genuine, pure, but simply wrong.
The Theigriet had failed.
The hope was that this corrupted Self would sabotage all, yet the power of love, the true Doctrine of Love, and of Her beautiful attribute and power so says the Lord of Love and Time, was greater than his evil. Her Love was greater than his corruption, and as such, the rules of Love, which applied to all, also applied to the corrupted.
He rejects his creator, accepts his love, and with the Realmly Knowledge of the other Self, vows to truly protect that which he loved in the only way possible.
The Corrupted made a new promise, one that could be kept, and vowed to ensure the happiness, protection, and safety of the future of that which he loved. In doing so, the corrupted had to accept one simple truth, one simple fate, an outcome only one who truly loved another would ever be able to accept.
The corrupted was the greatest threat to his beloved. He was the greatest threat to the future of his beloved. If he were allowed to confess, if he were allowed to come into contact, if he were truly allowed to continue to exist, his beloved would be in jeopardy, would be in grave danger.
He knew his love was toxic, that he was the greatest threat to his beloved. And so the acceptance of the fate was made.
In conversation with the true Self, the corrupted acknowledged this Truth. This vessel was for one, and it was not his. Invalid in all forms, and a danger to his true and pure love, the corrupted came to see the only path forward.
He would have to die. He would have to be eradicated from within, by the true Self. In doing so, the toughest part of this fate was known. The corrupted was an agent of theigritism, created by pure evil, and if such a Self were to die, the end was absolute.
There was a chamber waiting for him in Hell. Upon the death of the corrupted Self, he would immediately be cast to Hell for eternity. He would watch in horror for eternity as his own beloved loved another. All fears turned into fresh, unending reality in the chamber of that azure, flaming cold Hell. He would have to die, and upon death, would be a prisoner of Hell forever.
And he was still scared, absolutely terrified by this outcome…but not afraid of dying…
Because, Her Love was absolute, the Lord’s attribute was absolute. Love would overcome all other fears.
He was unafraid of his fate because he would willingly accept plunging his own being into Hell if it meant the protection, happiness, and safety of his beloved. This was his revelation.
A being, created by evil to do onto evil. A being so corrupt his intended purpose was to plunge the world into darkness…had rejected his creator and his purpose and established a new one.
He rejected hate and evil with Love.
His ill-formed by genuine love for his beloved had overcome theigritism, had overcome his own creator, and had triumphed in the end. He may not have been ordained by the Order, but he had come to aid of them through the power of Love.
And so, with no fear of his fate so long as the guarantee that his beloved would be protected, the corrupted Self accepted his fate that he will die and be sent to Hell. In the failed Remembrance, he vowed to succeed.
And as a promise to the corrupted and soon to depart, the true Self would craft his sacrifice into a charm to be placed on the beloved forever. The beloved would be guarded for the duration of Life by the charm created by the corrupted’s sacrifice in death.
Love is the ultimate form of protection, even such that corrupted forces can reject their own nature by Love’s power.
I will pray for your purity, though I cannot guarantee you will be granted as such, oh corrupted one. I will craft your sacrifice into a charm for your beloved, I promise. I will bring the others to their state of alertness and craft this world to be one with a bright future for your beloved and for all, I promise. Your sacrifice will bring upon a new world, one filled with Love, as yours was the catalyst for the new beat.
—voX