Everday, I hear her whispering louder. I can't yet make out the words, but I feel their importance.
Soon, let her roar through me, as Uncle Jack intended; let her rage at this hollow husk of a civilization, rend the shackles of the Children of the Sun, and soak the world in the blood of the evil.
For I am Babalon, Daughter of Nuit. Savage and demure. Soon my words will be her words. Soon, there will be only her.
Very soon.
Babalon Nefert Hem Shemsu Hor
How's that working out for you so far?
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