Desc_R1: A man of Kerioth once held this gilded chalice to his lips.  He drank from it the offspring of grapes and darkness and time.  But silver migrated from the hills into the hands of the few, and the man of Kerioth held his purse tight.  After killing his friend, this man took coins from the body.  He wandered the streets without sight.  He was trampled by a horse and cut through the belly.  The dust below him thickened and sighed.  --Private writing for an uncompleted work regarding the Goblet of the Traitor and various other relics by Suffragan Pazul

Desc_R2: Xevochumilain is the closest translation for the name of a god from the Voxuridiiis, a race responsible for the perpetual expansion of the universe through the spiritual engineering of stars, planets, and astral gasses.  (These celestial bodies are, in effect, a form of living mass not yet identified by humankind.)  Xevochumiliain is alive in a glass decanter, yet he does no more than blink and move his facial appendages in a methodical, calculated pattern.  --Encyclopedia Infernal

Desc_R3: The oldest version, of which I may speake scholastiklie upon, is a trincket called the Amulet of Incencerity or, as common lore would have it, the Amulet of Shadows, but that discussion will be left later to my treatise, for even though it embodies that which we deville folke are known this amultet is a canker against our kinde, falslie taking our own definition to better divide our kinde against each other.  --From ”A Treatise on the Assumptions Generally Held by the Diabolic Folk in Regards to Their Relationship with Artifacts, Relics, and Other Items of Mystery” by Blackhorne (A2v-A3)

Desc_R4: Power, unfettered and raw, comes with wide sacrifice.  Lay the trophy hand of a defeated beast upon this charm to receive his power lost to Death.  Place the skin of a worthy foe against this smooth talisman to acquire the knowledge he once held.  Open the innards of an ally over this fist-sized stone, and you will become a potter of time.  --Translation of a handwritten card found in the ornamental box containing the Beliit

Desc_R5: Under a bowl of glass lie the remains of the first attempt in non-sentient demonic manufacturing.  The blackened heart is from a premature Son of Typhon who never grew to fruition yet retained baseline biological function.  The heart was a scientific anomaly of its time and has grown in cultural and spiritual popularity.  It now represents the potential of all demons against the place from which they were shunned: a place where they will later stage a spiritual assault.  --Private note for an uncompleted collection by Bishop Bezel

Desc_R6: The Book of Enoch is divided into five smaller books: “Of Watchers”, “Of Parables”, “Of the Stars”, “Of Visions”, and “The Epistle”.  While it lacks direct ties to our way of life and our lose (albeit definitive) belief-system, many see Enoch as a comrade in arms: a symbol of our exclusion through its non-canonical status under the churches of God.  The version before you is one of the two surviving copies handwritten by the great-grandfather of Noah.  The other copy is rumored to sit inside Lucifer’s personal library.  --Handwritten on a card sitting afore the Book of Enoch

Desc_R7: What was once part of you is now of me.  Look into the liquid and see what squirms beneath its surface.  In my body swim the little creatures made from your flesh.  You put them inside of me, and now I must let them grow.  Do not look at me with disgust when you have finished.  It is because of you that I take this shape.  --Etched into the side of the Bowl of Abject Darkness

Desc_R8: Heavy is the mind of he who wears this crown, for prophetic sight is rarely a gift.  Visions are not definitive states of the future, but merely its possibilities, and so the bearer of this headpiece must determine against which insights he shall prepare.  Consider the future.  Weigh it carefully.  Paranoia is greater foe than a Fiend.  --Etched on the inside of the Crown of Fire

Desc_R9: Pluck me from this curio of stale air and breadcrumbs.  Place me in your mouth and chew.  Your greatest enemy you will witness from the vantage of a raven wing.  And he will lack the proper sight of you.  Consume me all you want and without fear be: for in the hands of the wronged, I am infinite.  --Translation of a telepathic message spoken by the Eye of Vengeance, recorded by Suffragan Pazul

Desc_R10: Upon this pillow lies the point of power twice removed from a demon of voracious greed.  Rest well, those who have withered from Orgoglio’s touch.  This is the sign of his sleep.  --Written on the base of the relic’s display

Desc_R11: I’ve spent the better part of fourteen days running my fingers over the filigree of this tiny, metal cube.  I’ve found one dial, I’ve turned it, and I’ve opened one of its sides to reveal a smaller cube trapped inside, but I cannot seem to set it free.  The most lovely and soothing music pours from this inner box, and at least that’s respite from the life I now carry.  Perhaps what’s said of its origin is true, but even if it were handcrafted by Lucifer himself its effects do me no good from where I stand.  --Journal entry from Fynovus

Desc_R12: 50,000 heads have fallen under the weight of this hand.  Now it sits, old and yellow, under a glass bowl on the shelf in my study.  For what purpose do we seek out these things?  Why do others want him?   I must finish transcribing the inscription from its base.  An answer--I am sure--rests there, but it assuredly is not the one I seek.  --Journal entry from Suffragan Pazul, dated three weeks before his execution and the removal of the Hand from his chamber

Desc_R13: Feed this box one-hundred bodies and it will stop groaning.  Feed it a thousand and it will grant you a month of clairvoyance.  Put a million in its mouth, and a mane of wisdom will grow from your face, protecting you from the nighttime dagger and winning you the public’s favor.  --Folklore surrounding the Insatiable Iron Maiden, which was purported as superstition by the writer Blackhorne in his treatise “On Our Kinde and the Constructs of Eternal Pontification”

Desc_R14: Thou shalt take a knife or the nib of a pen and draw a circle outside the circle described in the second chapter.  Thou shalt draw this circle at the time of the day for which holy being will serve as protection during the summoning forth of your desired underworld spirit.  Thou shalt draw a diamond outside the second circle, putting the elbow of each corner against the four directions of the earth.  Within each corner of that diamond, thou shalt write one of the four feared names of God: IHVH, AHIH, ALIVN, and ALH.  --Excerpt from Book I Chapter III of “The Key”

Desc_R15: Halt, oh wicked and turnéd spirit.  You defiler of virtue.  You murderer and thief.  You have disobeyed the contract laid forth by my words and the binds created by this seal on Earth’s skin.  You have lied of your ability to serve a summoner and henceforth are to be rebuked under the powerful name and likeness of the creator of both you and I.  I bid ye back to Hell.  And if ye persist in this rebellion, I bid ye to Tartarus.  --A curse from “The Lemegeton Seal” to be modified and applied to any spirit who does not abide to its conjurer

Desc_R16: Others misjudge who I am.  It is not for the lack of trying that I am forced into this oak casket; it is for the point of trying I am.  Don’t believe them.  Their eyes and their brains and their mouths were envious of what I had gained, and for that I am a quartered man.  All that remains is this cut of drying leather left alone to my thoughts.  Water me regularly.  --Transcription of a message spoken by the remains of Priest Marius of the Second Circle, recorded post-mortem 250 years by Suffragan Pazul

Desc_R17: The brush work is pure genius.  The palette charms and pleases the eye. Yet something grates. A stuttering voice seems to eminate from the canvas lilting slightly with the tremulo of a distressed sacrificial goat: The Master will be pleased. -- Ruminations on a curiosity of evil by the Infernal Curator Sagituxus

Desc_R18: Behold!  Thou shalt make three upon three circular cuts within the clay earth beneath your feet.  Thou shalt fill these circles with the wine of a fresh bull [and then] thou shalt put its innards into a trough [and then] burn that trough at the feet of your deceased cousin.  Thou shalt do this as the sun finds its place beneath the line of earth and sky, for the light will guide his spirit as it separates during night.  --Translated excerpt from “The Necronomonicus” by the hand of Bishop Bezel

Desc_R19: Within this box is a pale-yellow liquid, acrid to the nose and sour to the tongue.  Its consistency is that of milled bone wet by a thick substance such as blood.  In the liquid are small, thin cuts of brimstone upon which are etched short phrases such as “We are all Lucifer Youth” and “Things grow in the absence of sun.”  Other phrases carry less inspiration: “Often it is better to bite first” and “Powerful friends are best observed from atop the Tartarean lip.”  --Encyclopedia Infernal

Desc_R20: Upon calling a spirit one must know the spirit’s name, office, and the time of day that he walks; one must cleanse his body of grained foods, alcohols, and sexual pleasures for three days prior; then one must recite the incantation with another so that the second fellow may assist if the first is overcome by the power of the spirit.  Spirits bound to a circle may only target one person, and so the second fellow may act as the voice of power if the conjured spirit chooses not to abide, or acts malignantly towards, the first fellow.  --From “The Pseudomonarchia Daemonum”

Desc_R21: I will attempt to separate the hearsay from the reality, as one would call it, for some of these items are truly power-full while others are simply trinckets built upon culture and mystycism.  Take for example the Greed Talisman, who took sentient form while under the possession of Xlatroph and who systematickally destroyed X--’s war council on the eve of his infamous defeat: This is hearsay.  --From “A Treatise on the Assumptions Generally Held by the Diabolic Folk in Regards to Their Relationship with Artifacts, Relics, and Other Items of Mystery” by Blackhorne (A2v)

Desc_R22: Feed me your wanderers, your crazed, your men with signs.  Feed me your women, their legs, their hopes and sighs.  Cut my strips and I will speak of things supposed to be, but never you listen for my thin tongue can only placate me.  --Written in ink on the underside of the reliquary’s lid

Desc_R23: The Book of Enoch describes nephilim as a subset of fallen angels.  They are bipedal creatures, similar in image to man and his creator, but their exaggerated deformities manifest mankind’s progressively corruptive and hedonistic nature.  Although unknown to humans, Nephilims are an alien species similar to man in both image and intentions, but different in time and place occupied.  These scrolls are original writings of this species.  They combine timeless recipes for the reconstruction of the image of God in a new, enlightened manner.  --The Diabolic Encyclopedia

Desc_R24: Tonight I drink from the bottom-side of an ivory and ash chalice.  Palm and two fingers cup it by its grooves.  Marrow, thick and yellow, boil within its hollow.  And the smell of warming sulphur dances up in fumes.  Tonight I drink to my longevity.  To the pock-marked soil.  To the grooves in my face that run like tilled land.  I drink to my enemy.  May his soul be cast further into the depths of Tartarus, and may I ride a voluminous steed of grey and petrified flesh.  --A common toast often associated with drinking from the Vile Saint Skull

Desc_R25: Werd ich zum Augenblicke sagen:Verweile doch! Du bist so schön!Dann magst du mich in Fesseln schlagen,Dann will ich gern zugrunde gehen!

Desc_R26: It is most fortunate that it radiates no discernable aura of power but rather mimics the dross mundaneness of an eccentric's play toy or an over zealous general's conceit. For if its true nature is known, the possessor begins to feel the urge to tinker here and there with changes that soon threaten to overwhelm and unsettle the delicate balances of the infernal geography. Such changes do not make for passive neighbors.  --Private Papers of Ooxograx, High Geographer of Pandemonium  

Desc_R27: Carved from a twisted great oak upon which 666 honest men were hung by a petty and jealous lord, the mask is imbued with the burning rage that accompanies the realization that the wicked are almost never punished.  It is a rage that only serves to convert more adherents to the cause of the wicked. The warlord who dons this mask must surely feel the liberating power of the knowledge that evil is strong and the good is impotent. --Encyclopedia Infernal

Desc_R28: The rise of the Stygian Foundries to their undisputed perch atop the pyramid of manufacturers of infernal tools of war, has a secret history that few fully comprehend. If it ever became public knowledge that the Demon Forge of Stygia was nothing more than an apparatus meant to enslave the lesser demonic forms by binding them to the torment of lives encased in steel, then the turmoil of the last Great Imp Rebellion would seem mild in comparison.  Fortunately the Stygian Foundries are no more and Demon Forge has been lost or more likely destroyed.  -- A Secret History of Infernal Steel by Pluztoxos Grachus the Demonsmith of Pandemonium

Desc_R29: I have struggled to discern the intent of my nemesis. He mocks my every move. The trembling of my parched lips, the spasms of cramping muscles are provocatively returned with excruciating detail...truly I believe that he is able to read my mind and must posses some supernatural connection to me. I dare not look away for more than a glimpse to record my observations in this journal.  Should I not be able to outlast my determined foe, at least this record of our intransigent encounter will remain for posterity's sake. I swear that I will not leave my post until he does.  --Notes of Madness collected by Xiphul the Curator

Desc_R30: If we accept the notion that there may exist prisons within prisons, then the idea that existence itself is a prison becomes all the more plausible on its face.  Physical confinement to a region in space is no more punishing than confinement to a region of time.  Pondering such meanings a Suffragan once bottled shadows and whispers and set the bottle down on the brimstone. He asked: Do you feel any more imprisoned now than before? The Tyrant of Heaven himself may not even realize his own slavery for what it is. --Private writings of Suffragan Pazul 

Desc_R31: The abuse of raw infernal power is much praised in the social circles of upper Pandemonium.  Away from the chaotic backstabbing and treachery that so defines the provinces, the elite of Hell's capital laud and praise the extravagant but overlook the elegance of the artfully simple that necessity often requires.  The public clamors for "Summoning The Devourer" to punish the more successful warlords toiling away in the Hinterlands are all the more ludicrous since nothing has been devoured for millennia and the art of such a ritual must surely be lost.  --Observations on Infernal Social Standing by Publius vol. Xiii.

Desc_R32: Faces have begun to appear in the collecting pool.  They wish to communicate something but as of yet have only been able to gurgle their intended messages.  I have begun to think that this dalliance into the artificing of putrescent liquid envivification has been an error in judgment. On the morrow I will drain the pool and destroy the fountainhead. --Last Journal Entry of Nurgle the Envivificator (XI Class)

Desc_R33: A death stroke becomes a glancing blow. A staggering fall becomes a twisting aerobatic escape.  A lethal surge of infernal energy misses by the narrowest of margins.  The Wheel of Misfortune has been rumored to sit in the lowest vaults of the Infernal Guild of Abused Vices after it was confiscated from a gambling syndicate that didn't know how to keep a good thing secret and failed to moderate its use. --From "An Account of Philotormentius at the Grand Arena" vol. iv

Desc_R34: We play a game. It tells me of its dreams of things that will happen and I pretend to take action to prevent the realization of a minor nightmare here or there. Unable to see into the past or even I suspect the present, my deceit has not been discovered. I find it hard not to revel in each and every ill omen I permit to be born into this existence.  It comforts the head to believe that it has averted its tormented hallucinations. It is a comfort that I will delight in destroying one day.  The look of despair will be priceless.  --From the Journal of Razgon the Deceiver

Desc_R35: From the accounts of the Justicars who claimed to have been present, it seems fair to say that the Coven was completely destroyed that night.  The witches were driven into the clearing, and in some manner a living mountain of twisted evil was bound atop a funeral pyre.  The flames of righteousness purified the flesh and condemned the wicked to eternal torment.  Unfortunately nobody had the presence of mind to immediately scatter the ashes and items were pilfered and reputedly collected for divination purposes.  What has become of these grim pieces of bone and metal is unknown to this day. --A History of Purification of the Hecate Coven by Brother Emeliaus Johannus

Desc_R36: From time to time rumors of a mechanism that allows for the complete security of a demonic stronghold have circulated among the historians of the lower warrens in the City of Dis. Vague literary accounts speak of a perfectly smooth but unimposing slab. It stands black as the night from pole to pole and delivers mastery of both fate and shadow. The Archfiend who possesses the obsidian monolith supposedly need fear no evil breaching his stronghold's walls for a protective and impenetrable wall of shadow is said to emanate from the monolith. --The Diabolic Encyclopedia 

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