Free Mad Gods - Predatory Ethics: Book I by Athanasios Page B

joviality he had despised in his life before
the Templars. Everyone took their responsibilities seriously. However, there
was a time when this dedication went too far.
    Almost thirty years before, the order had splintered
into their present form, obliterating the Teutonic Order. The Teutons followed
the then-rising wave of fascism. In Italy, the Vatican watched as the country
was taken over by fascism. The Templars used violence, but only in the service
of scripture. Both the fascists in Italy and the Nazis in Germany used force
for temporal gain. The Teutons were more loyal to their country than they were
to their church. The schism was small, hardly worth noting, but was dealt with
harshly.
    Tino Quentin was the brother given the task of
smoothing out the knick in God’s armor. He gathered a select team of devout
militants and removed every one of the five hundred and twelve Teutonic
members. None of them felt anything beyond a sense of satisfaction. They had
successfully put their house in order. None of them sought reward, pride or
recognition and none was given.
    He laid down the volume he was studying and scanned
his notes. He looked for a mention of the damned child — a baby boy, born
to rule the earth for Evil. References were present in a number of scribbled
passages that he had carefully copied into the black notepad he always carried.
    He closed the pad and placed it on the table in front
of him. Then he removed his glasses, folded them and carefully centered them
directly in front of the pad. Folding his hands, he placed them on the book and
straightened in his chair, looking forward.
    He sat this way for some time, waiting. The initiate
who had retrieved brother Tino’s requested volumes stopped abruptly in
mid-stride when he saw his Seneschal so still. He continued forward at a brisk
pace and placed the books he carried beside the earlier pile.
    Quentin turned and regarded him. He did not refer to
the initiate by name. Until he became a full brother, he had no name, merely a
function. He had been with Quentin for the past five years and had done a
competent job.
    “Little brother, what is it that we are doing here?”
    The initiate stared back at him. “We do God’s work.”
    “The work of Satan is also done here.”
    “I don’t understand, sir. How do we aid Satan with
what we do?”
    “We do not aid, per se. We are playing our part in
the drama that is unfolding.” Quentin motioned for the initiate to sit in front
of him. “The codices, the volumes you just set before me, Idammah-Gan Codex, Le Menace D’Ours D’Enfer, the Sangrael Gospel, and the Tome De Les Parfaits , all speak of the
son of Satan, the opposite of our own Christ. If we do not fulfill our
function, his plans cannot proceed. It is our participation that justifies the
passages I transcribe from these books before me.” Quentin saw that the
initiate did not understand his cryptic explanation.
    “You live in important times, young man. Important,
indeed.” He picked up his black notepad and used it to gesture emphatically.
“You do believe in the reality of evil, don’t you?”
    “In the physical reality. Yes, I do.”
    “The actuality of it, however, is quite different
from the physical to which you refer.” He proceeded carefully as he continued.
“Evil has no comparison in our lives. It does not fit anything with which we’re
familiar. It will not resemble a hierarchy in any sense of which we are aware.
It isn’t like the opposite of our church.”
    “I don’t quite follow sir.”
    “Satanists, Luciferians chose whatever name they’re
using at the moment. They base much of their order, symbols, and hierarchy on
the inversions even perversions of our own order, symbols, and hierarchy. The
most obvious examples are the inverted cross and Antichrist for our Christ.”
    “And how does that pertain to evil being unlike any
of that. Satanists are evil versions of the Catholicism. Isn’t that what you
just