Being an aural prophecy recorded by the Covenant regarding the Void Mother cult’s Destiny


Hymns rise to sing praise of She, the Void Mother. Prime devourer of the world, Mother of all death- Nythra be praised above all.

For She has prepared a place for all Her devotees to dwell, a vast and shadowed void hidden amongst the stars.

Within this land, the Void Mother’s kingdom, there are Dark Galaxies nestled within, prepared for us, sculpted and carved lovingly. It is these kingdoms which have been put aside for Her followers to inhabit.

And She has called this void realm the Convalescence.

60 kingdoms lay within the cold kingdom. They spill with abundant materials, each a paradise for the devotees of the Void Mother to enjoy. It is their destiny to colonise these kingdoms and make their home in the Void realm, becoming children of the Convalescence.

There each individual will be in communion with Nythra always. She will never be far from our hearts. She will permeate the space between us and be in all we do, for the Void Mother’s power is so incredible that the very understanding of the cosmos is thrown into question by the sheer existence of the Convalescence itself.

Thus move forward, savage empires; carve for us machines of might and fury that will surge through the skies and into starry space. Bring us to our Mother’s fold, and we will bestow upon you endless blessings.

For our seed shall spill across the stars; we will lay claim to the dark expansive sky, and the cold kingdom will rise.


Praise be to the Convalescence.

Praise be to the Void Mother.

Praise be to Nythra.





A Numinous Obituary

[From an anonymous Covenant operative in memory of Fyodor, who passed into the Void Mother’s embrace recently.

Our shrines will continue to burn offerings to ensure his safe passage]


A week ago was the last time I was in touch with one of the most prestigious Covenanters among us. He went by different monikers this side of the occulture: I gave him the name Ivan Beria, later he changed to Fyodor something.

I knew Ivan Beria personally, face to face. I had known him before I even knew there was even such a thing called the Drakon Covenant. In early 2014 I was put into a Skype group chat with the man who would be known as Ivan/Fyodor by a young Canadian student who would later himself end up in the Covenant, long after I had given up on persuading him to read the foundational literature and act on it. Though I was back then officially a Marxist-Leninist and refused to break character to new friends, I still got along with him and he with me, despite his being a former Neo-Nazi skinhead and operating in racial-realist and New Right–influenced circles. He had also been attempting a serious career in the Republican Party as a Libertarian.

The Canadian ended up not getting along with Fyodor so they soon parted ways, but I kept in touch. I don’t remember how it happened, but at some point I stopped pretending to be a Marxist-Leninist and revealed to him I was in fact an Evola-reading Identitarian “non-European, pro-European Indo-European”. My supposed leftism was merely a ruse for sports—not even an insight role, regrettably.

Later that year I finally found a nexion that wasn’t just something on the Internet. By pure chance I had stumbled upon the Morain and was proven that there actually were practicing Hebdomadrists out there. I went to England and met him and we got along and I became more or less a Covenanter by that time, unspokenly. I was doing certain rituals as per early drafts of the Codex Aristarchus, and ended up having my first out of body experience by December.

I was still not formally self-initiated yet, and circumstances lead me to reveal to Fyodor that I was practicing the Sevenfold Way, a magical system presented by the Order of Nine Angles. Fyodor was already well-experienced with Germanic neopagan practices and altered states from both soft and hard drugs, but would soon after initiation tell me that out of all systems and practices he had tried out, the ONA’s was the most potent of them all. We decided to initiate ourselves in a special place in southern Sweden, with a monument connected to the Stonehenge in purpose and time period.

We had a great time together here in Sweden less than a year ago. Afterwards we kept in touch almost on a daily basis. We explored Stockholm, southern Sweden and even Copenhagen together. We went through a lot and we schemed many profound plans for the future, including this summer.

I was going to meet him in Belgrade, Serbia on Tuesday this week. He was really looking forward to meet me, and spoke in vivid details about the great things we would do together. It was his fiancée who gave me the tragic news while crying.

At first we thought Fyodor’s cause of death was suicide by heroin overdose. But the fiancée has consulted a magical woman in Russia who can see things. Just a few minutes ago I was told that the cause of death was indeed overdose, but by accident. This does make sense, as he really wanted to see me after burning so many bridges in the Balkans. Shame he would have to leave us like this, so prematurely. But it must be said, his behaviour and personality while on drugs had put a tremendous strain on our friendship the past few months, but I was still confident he would snap out of this bad habit and go back to the person I got to know, the evil genius and tactician of terror—the gangster-fascist par excellence.

One of our last plans, after finding out that his fiancée had abandoned Islam for local paganism while they had separated for three-four months, was to gradually convert her to our ways. She, just like himself, is more naturally gifted for magic and likes taking on the fashion style alluding to vampires and witches, in order to reflect her rejection of the Abrahamic yoke. I will teach her from afar, and she will teach her daughter from her previous marriage.

I am figuring out whether or not I can attend Fyodor’s funeral. The body will be sent to his family in the United States. I am also strongly considering to move to the United States and meet his childhood friend who is highly gifted and already practicing black magic. Fyodor strongly recommended him to me, that he too should join our Covenant someday when we could go go the America together. The childhood friend even recommended a job I might be able to get in his town.

If I can stay in America for an extended period (and I have no interest in naturalization), I would be interested to meet American Covenanters. I realize that the United States is a huge country, but I mean it. Maybe I can learn something from you people, maybe you will learn something from me.

Farewell, Fyodor.

The Nythra Gate- A Novitiate’s Experience

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Instead of Datura: Sinicuichi, truffles, absinth. I made a potion combined these 3.

1. Reduced food and sleep for a couple of days.
2. Meditation on the sigil for 40 minutes p/d.
3. A black candle, sigil, darkness.
4. First mistake: I though I had to do this outside so I took my travel altar and went into the woods.
5. Second mistake: Chica my dog wanted to come with like always so there she was.
6. I prepared the potion and went through my notes and realised it was a visualisation or guided meditation ritual.
7. I went home, brought Chica upstairs and started again but then in the attick.

I found myself in a penthouse instead of a foggy forest. But I had a great view on Arcturus. I felt a strong irresistable need to secure my life, my world and all I love inside of it. Close it and sealed it. When I wanted to go into the Void there was a giant freaky black hairy dog on the other side of my bounderies. This stopped me from stepping into the Void for hours. I wanted to pass but that thing was waiting for me.

Then I remembered in the old days when wolves were still common in the Netherlands and Germany. People had to walk through the wild to get from one place to another. Wolves had a strange habit of stalking people for days and then jumped onto somebody’s back. Not to kill, but scare them? Nobody understands this behaviour. There is no rational explanation that they can think off.

I thought, this black monster hasn’t attacked me so I might as well run for my life. The wolf creature hunted me and jumped onto me. Became one with me. He took over and led me through the stars where I found myself walking through huge Datura flowers. The slowly opened up one by one.

Some held a white, shiny, almost transparent figure inside of them. The noise was going from organic to metallic and back. Looking at them made me throw up. Not all flowers showed these white transparent beings. They did remind me of curious children. They moved with the wind, datura flowers cradled them. If they weren’t so disgusting looking and smelly like bile or something alien it might have been nice to interact with them. I woke up or got out of trance with a terrible rash on my back. It really hurts.

A Seeping Darkness


To many outsiders and non-associates, perhaps the current state of an organisation such as the Drakon Covenant, whose very tendrils spread now coalescently across this earth planet, may seem muted and paced in comparison to it’s earlier iterations.

Behind the scenes however, a very real and dedicated cultus has been taking form and will continue unabated.



Even now, our adherents grow and develop, making connections and converting the select few who possess eyes to see and ears to listen- working dilligently in their respective communities to bring our aims to fruition, applying fanatically our hideious and potent rites to create a breed of warrior adepts who will forge the seeds of a new order, one destined to transform this world and thence head upward toward the stars, to bring conquest and life to countless galaxies.

This current iteration now sees the hallowed elite of the organisational cabal release a tome detailing our Chain of Devouring, the edicts of the Ascended Masters themselves- edicts issued from the black mountains of Northern Albion and whose central seat of power resides in that forgotten peak known as SCITHAIN.


We are advancing, excelling at a rate hitherto undreamt of; our novitiates and agents are forever watching and working to guide the subversive threads which are becoming so apparent in this rotting edifice that is the Kali Yuga, the prelude to a veritable Anarchaeon and which itself is a prelude to a galactic vision beyond the ken of the mundane chattle, toward bringing the vast majority of those currently alive and those yet to be born to bend the knee to a terribly ancient and chthonic traditional power.

DSC_0292.JPGThe Dark Gates groan, the Earth Gates flourish open: Binan Ath Ga Wath Am. Hear now our words rise with the smoke upon moonlit moors and in the forests which border on your towns and homes. We are crawling like a seeping darkness, to feed. To always feed…






Morgatha, Mother of Vindex


With soft gray eyes she gloomed and glowered,
with soft red lips she sang a song;
What knight might gaze upon her face,
nor fare along?

For all her looks were full of spells,
and all her words, of sorcery;
And in some way they seemed to say,
Oh, come with me!

– Morgan Le Fey, Madison Cawein

According to Sinister tradition, Falcifer is the name given to the force or indivdiual who brings into being, presences or generally opens the way for Vindex to emerge.

Vindex, it is prophesised, will be an individual who will bring into being and presence new archetypes which are appropriate to the new Aeon. Vindex replaces the old law of the old Aeon with our new law of personal honour. It is this Vindex character who will, according to prophecy, lead an exoteric war against the Magian forces and re-establish a numinous balance to the Earth, thus setting the Aeon back upon it’s natural course and ushering in this new Aeon in a manifest manner.

As detailed in Hostia, Falcifer and Vindex are;

Names signifying the person who may embody, in the causal world, the essence of the Sinister – i.e. he/she empowered by the Dark Gods to bring the wordless Aeon in a practical sense. In the exoteric sense, Falcifer (the reaper) and Vindex (the avenger) are esoteric names for the anti-Nazarene mentioned in Revelation and elsewhere.

Vindex can be created by Sinister ritual – the chthonic Nine Angles rite when the energy is channeled by visualisation and chant into a designated person.”

How the presencing of Vindex actually occurs is not made explicitly clear throughout Order MSS (except for the reference to the chthonic Nine Angles Rite). What is revealed here however, via the aural tradition of the Drakon Covenant, is just how the presencing act of Falcifer is made possible.

It is via a third and necessary archetype, hitherto unrevealed till now- namely, a female archetype or nascent entity, waiting to be made manifest, referred to as Morgatha. Morgatha would be a Sinisterly-numinous entity, as befits her Baphometic role; she would be the bride of Falcifer, and together with him, she would bear a child who will become Vindex.

It must be stressed however that Morgatha does not exist solely to be a mother figure; rather, it is her life and works which prepare her for such an esteemed and necessary role. Prior to the bearing of Vindex, she will ascend as a powerful force in her own right, a witch queen of the Covenant, a reincarnation of sorts, and bring a necessary balance to the Cosmos through Her wyrdful actions.

It is for this reason that the vampiric current of the Sinister tradition must, and has been presenced- so as to prepare the way for this dark entity. The Drakon Covenant thus believes it holds the responsibility to help bring Morgatha into being, and to guide her toward her role as the mother of the Dark Aeon.

How this is done is by presencing the vampiric current and it’s associated archetypes, mostly through the spread of the tradition itself and the cultivation of vampyric adepts and those Lamia Naturalae who are receptive to the unqiue teachings and practises of the Covenant.

The energies can be brought close to the causal, but they must be given a vessel in which to incarnate. It is believed that Morgatha’s role is thus that of Mater Vindex, the mother of Vindex, as well as being the earthly embodiment of the Numinous aspects of the Sinister tradition. Thus do we loyally await the coming of the bloodied mistress and anointed daughter of Baphomet, a causal witch born a Lamia Naturalis.

In the past, it is believed several individuals were born across the centuries who could have fulfilled the role of Morgatha. But the Tradition was not made available, and thus they faded into obscurity (though some became infamous vampires in their own right). It is generally believed Morgatha as a causal human being has not yet been born at the time of writing.

It is believed the legend of Morgan Le Fay (also known as Morgana, Morgant, Morgane, etc. etc.) was/is a distant echo of the aural tradition which recorded her actions as a priestess of Albion, as well as predicting her return and the necessity of her presencing; whilst the legend slowly became warped throughout time, the Arthurian mythos kept Morgatha alive in a convoluted sense, as it did many aspects of the Camlad Rouning.

Morgatha upheld the Tradition which was the wyrdful expression of the Folk and the Cosmos during Her causal life. She undertook a numinous role in becoming the instigator of the Aeon- with the distortion arising, She will presence again to restore balance, and the evolution of the Cosmos shall go on.

Only during later iterations of the legend of Arthur did Morgana become defined as the mortal enemy of Arthur as the patriarchal ethos of the Magian via Christianity begin to take hold. She thus became a distant echo, and a character to set as an antagonist in Arthurian tales and legend, though scholars now agree the inspiration for her character came from a Welsh celtic supernatural entity or goddess, with some claiming she is derived from the Celtic/Gaulish goddess Dea Matrona (the ‘Great Mother’), again tying back to her role as bearer of Vindex. Yet another theory suggests she is derived from an ancient Celtic goddess known as Modron (‘mother’). Modron, known also as Matrona was worshiped in Northern England, from Yorkshire to the area surrounding Hadrian’s Wall.

Also featured in Arthurian myth is the character Morgause, again regarded as a half-sister of Arthur and mother of many heroes- namely the knights Gawain, Gaheris, Agravain, Gareth, and Mordred. Some have claimed, as is cited in Gerald of Wale’s Liber de Principis Instructione, written in 1193 (one of the earliest references to Morgana), that Morgatha was later remembered as a female ruler known as Morgan- and it was she who, according to aural Sinister tradition was the instigator, or at least oversaw- via her role as priestess- the inauguration of the Cosmic/Western Aeon (circa 500CE). Morgan was the half-sister of Arthur, of whom much is written elsewhere in texts detailing the roots of the tradition itself;

After the Battle of Camlan, a noblewoman called Morgan, later the ruler and patroness of these parts as well as being a close blood-relation of King Arthur, carried him off to the island, now known as Glastonbury, so that his wounds could be cared for.”

In theVita Merlini, written around 1150, Morgan is said to be the first of nine sisters who rule the Fortunate Isle (Avalon) and is described as a healer and a shape-changer.

The inauguration of the current Western Aeon would have seen the use of the ‘Grail’ by Morgan/Morgatha, this grail taking the form of a large quartz tetrahedron, and the tradition of using such an item has been passed down since then to genuine adepts of the tradition, up to present times. One aural tradition however suggests the Grail was a stone composed of Moldavite, a green stone which originates from a meteorite which landed on earth 4 million years ago. Whichever story is true is currently unknown.

Morgatha is a symbol of the Sinisterly-numinous balance, nurturing us all throughout our Satanic quest. Her Grail spills over with blood to transform and renew us. She watches through the mists of time, each bearer of the Tradition holding the Grail with her.

The Grail is often depicted as a cup, supposedly due to it being the cup used at the Last Supper. This however is an arbitray understanding, a later embellishment on the myth, and it is aruged that there was an intuitive knowledge of the Grail being a vessel of some kind at one point or another. This vessel could be the bearer the Tradition or it could bear the Western blood, or it could be Morgatha Herself. All are inextricably bound together regardles

Much has been done to warp the Grail mythos, the original religion of the West. Stylised first by Christians then by later conquerors such as the Saxons and the Normans to suit their own agendas, understanding the essence of the Grail is a difficult task but one not impossible.

The Grail, in earliest myths was described as a vessel or a stone of some sort. The later adoptions of the Grail knights, the romance of Lancelot and so forth were the inventions of French authors such as Chretien de Troyes, who used Arthur and the knigdom of Camelot as a setting for various quests and adventures.

Morgatha is believed to have ascended as an Immortal (that final stage of the Sevenfold Way beyond Grandmaster) sometime after playing her part in ushering in the new Aeon. She exists now, as all acausal entities do, as a timeless and chaotic dark goddess, awaiting to fulfill the final part of Her supra-personal destiny and to bring about the birth of Vindex.

Upon completion of the Wyrdful actions of Falcifer, Morgatha and Vindex, the consciousness of humanity would experience a right angled shift in development and evolution. By it’s virtue, the Earth itself would become exalted, it’s very physicality altered by a liminal gestalt effect which would see the Dark Gods return openly.

This then is one of the secrets to returning Them. Reality is essentially an experiential consensus across all living beings which apprehend reality. The limitations of what can be achieved exist solely according to the prevailing consciousness which recognises and interprets reality accordingly. With the emergence of Vindex and the subsequent societal shift that Imperium will bring about, the planet which we are inherently tied to via Blood and Soil will shift accordingly. All religions have at one point known this in some garbled form or another (referred to in terms such as the Kingdom of God among the Nazarene sects). The Earth will enter a state of Terra Mysteria, imbued with magick because the tyranny of the Magian and it’s control over thought has been toppled. The world shall become imbued with numinosity, and thus Terra Mysteria will be not only a term used to refer to the earth’s exalted state, but a way of saying life is great, a revelling in fayen.

Arthurian Legend in the Sinister Tradition

The stories and legends of King Arthur and Camelot are, according to the teachings of the Order of Nine Angles, echoes of several aspects of the spiritual culture of the isles of Albion upon which the Camlad tradition itself derived from. The tales of Arthur, Morgana and Camelot are folk tales and memories of the history of the adepts who ushered in the current Western Aeon.

Several locations are of importance to the ONA’s interpretation of Aruthurian legend. These locations sacred to the Sinister tradition and which locales make up the areas of travel of the orthodox Black Pilgrimage are the Long Mynd; Caer Caradoc; what is now known as the Kerry Ridgeway; and the river Teme. Other places around this area also exist which are pertinent to Adepts of the Tradition.

The area of the Marches is regarded as being the home of Merlin, the elusive sorcerer and advisor to King Arthur who is believed to have been one of the last direct descendants of Albion. He was said to have lived in an area around the Camlad river – between the Stiperstones, the Clun River, Camlad and the Kerry Ridgeway.

After Camelot was overthrown, the remnants established themselves in a fortified enclosure within a loop of the river Severn. The sacred place of this place of this area was a mound known as the Hill of the Alders. Later, this ‘city’ (containing the surviving Romano-British culture which had flourished in Camelot) was itself destroyed. It was later called Scrobbesbyrig – City of the Shrubs, and later still, Shrewsbury. The mound became the seat for the King of Powis. The mound lies beneath High St. and the old sacred site now has a church built upon it. Arthur is said to be buried in either the mound in Shrewsbury – beneath the church – or another place, not far from the lake of legend. The ‘lake’ from whence Excaliber came is considered to be (a) near Eyton or Severn.

According to the Sinister Tradition, the Grail itself was a crystal of roughly tetrahedral shape. It was guarded by several ‘keepers’ (these keepers being guided or headed by the priestess known to Drakon Covenant tradition as Morgatha, with the keepers being referred to as the Siresy- the 9 sisters referred to in the Vita Merlini) and was said to possess real magickal powers such as prophecy and divination. It was also said to be necessary for prosperity. Legend recounts it as being used to inaugurate the Western Aeon and thus the current Aeonic civilization, at the time of Arthur. One tradition claims the stone was in actuality a large chunk of Moldavite, emerald green in colour, and fell to earth from the stars.

The Grail was also believed to be the graded system of initiation required to harness the stone’s power and alludes to the Septenary system, which was later inherited by those adherents of the Camlad Rouning. From this, the mythos of the Grail knights arose- framed of course within the societal context of medieval courtly life. Thus is the Grail that unqiue alchemy occurring within the initiate, the synthesis of the Gradalis and Lapis as utilised by the Grail ‘knight’.

The Grail knights were therefore those individuals committed to the Gradalis, the stages of wisdom which formed the basis for what we now know as the Sevenfold Way. The entire Grail mythos was an inspired tale based on the actions of those who inaugurated the Western aeon. Arthur and Morgatha as Priest king and priestess, and the Grail as the lapis tetrahedron, in conjunction with the Grail quest thus formed a key to opening the Aeon. Arthur’s clan symbol was symbolic of the power of the Dark Gods. According to aural tradition, his flag was a white dragon upon a blue or green background.

The organisation of a defined knightly order and courtly castle was the later romanticisation and modernisation of the mythos by French medieval authors who tried to frame it within a Christian and medieval context.

The earliest mention of the Grail in such high medieval literature is of course Chretien de Troyes’ Perceval, who first established it as a christian relic. It is no coincidence that the Grail when first written about is described as an essentially Christian item, given that the christians were want to record and set in writing many things concerning history and religion of the British Isles, in contrast to the native pagans who kept a detailed and guarded aural history. The presence of the Lance also shows that the grail was intended to be viewed at least quasi religiously, and thus the Grail as a dish being cited as it’s earliest iteration is invalid inso afar as initiates of the Western/Sinister tradition are concerned. The scene also shows a mutated form of the elevation of consciousness within the context of gradalis. What de Troyes intended to develop in regards to the symboilism of the Grail and Lance in his story is uncelar given he never finished the work. The symbolism may therefore be regarded as inconclusive as a historical foundation, as so many historians are liable to do.

The confusion between San Graal and Sang Real later exemplified by even further distortions of the Arthurian myths by christian interpretation may allude to a belief that the blood of an Adept, when combined with a quartz crystal is an incredibly powerful magickal act in opening the acasual gates. This combination can either be brought about by the aforementioned sacrifice of an initiated priest, or more prosaicly, the smearing of a crystal with one’s own blood prior to use (as detailed in fictional stories such as The Moor).

Whilst standard Sinister tradition proposes Arthur’s Camelot to be based in Shropshire, historical evidence suggests the fabled city may actually have been located in West Yorkshire.

In the 2nd century CE, Ptolemy in his Geographia lists the cities under the rule of the Brigantes, with one of these cities being named Camulodunum. This city was based in Northern England. This city is later mentioned in the Antonine Itenary as Camboduno, being somewhere in the West Riding of Yorkshire, circa 9 miles from Calcaria (now known as Tadcaster, North Yorkshire) and 20 miles from Mamucio (now known as Manchester).

The Venerable Bede writes in his Ecclesiastical History:

In Cambodunum where there was also a royal dwelling, he (Paulinus, sent by Pope Gregory as a missionary to Britain 601 CE) built a church which was afterwards burnt down, together with the whole of the buildings, by the heathen who slew king Edwin. In its place, later kings built a dwelling for themselves in the region of Loidis. The altar escaped from the fire because it was of stone, and is still preserved in the monastery of the most reverend abbot and priest Thrythwulf, which is in the forest of Elmet.”

The Celtic high king Arthwys or Arturius was said to rule over this later kingdom, with some historians arguing that this king was the basis for the legend of King Arthur. The idea of Arthur as a Celt, his half-sister Morgatha later being reverd as a goddess of sorts around this same area and the name of the knigdom being remarkable close to the name Camelot all lend creedence to the theory of Arthurian legend being based, at least for a time, in Yorkshire.

Loidis later became Leodis, and thence Leeds (Leeds being a major city within West Yorkshire and the home of the founding coven of the Drakon Covenant, wyrdfully). It is thus believed that the later kings of Cambodunum founded what would become the city of Leeds, or that the city itself is the current location of Cambodunum’s ruins. Archaeological research is thus nigh imossible, given the industrial and cosmopolitan development of the city.

Cambodunum is regarded as a Roman fort by conventional historians, and was built during the Flavian period, first being made of wood, then replaced with stone. The site is now known as Slack Roman Fort, and is based in the village of Outlane in West Yorkshire. The village is down the road from the village of Heptonstall, which features as a focal point for the plot of the fictional piece The Moor. Several adherents of the Covenant tradition have proposed Heptonstall may be a pertinent site regarding Arthurian legend given it’s close proximity to the Slack fort site, as well as it being situated on an imposingly high cliff face.

Several historians have thus proposed Cambodunum (known also as Camulod) is the basis for the tales of the city of Camelot. The location would have made sense if Arthur was primarily focused on defense against Saxon invaders, as many have claimed he was Many of the earliest battles attributed to Arthur, such as Celidon (Caledonia), Dubglas, Agned (Edinburgh) and Badon are based in Northern England and Scotland. The name Camulod is derived from the Celtic war-god Camulos.

Camelot is thus believed to be located either just outside of Heptonstall, at the Slack fort site, or beneath the current city of Leeds. At the very least, the kings of Camelot founded a kingdom that is now Leeds city. It has been suggested that if Camelot/Camulod was based in the region of Leeds, it would have sat upon what is now known as Quarry Hill, just outside of the city’s centre.

This alternative view of Arthurian legend thus shifts the focus to Yorkshire, though Covenant tradition still holds that the Western Aeon was in all likelihood inaugurated around the region of the Welsh Marches. As it stands, such historical unearthings point toward a numinous connection between both Yorkshire and Shropshire, one already recognised by many adherents of the Sinister tradition. Further research will be undertaken in time to further understand the truth of such a fascinating history.

-A. A. Morain

Vampyric Metamorphosis- Physiological Distinctions Observed


by Anonymous DC Operative

According to the Drakon Covenant’s aural tradition, the folklore descriptions of vampirism are steeped in a certain amount of truth. Actual physiological
changes had always been hinted at by other members, but I’d not taken this
seriously until after a year of practising vampyrism on a consistent and regular
Of course, this doesn’t mean that I turn to dust in the sun or have to rest in hallowed ground. But over time, Ibegan to notice subtle changes. People
mention my eyes, and I often have to avoid looking at people in the street or
when talking to them because of this. I’ve literally had strangers start fights with me from simply looking in their direction. This has happened many times.
According to friends, my stare intimidates and makes people nervous without my meaning to. And this causes some people to react negatively. So I keep my gaze hidden.

My eyes began to become very sensitive to light, and I now have to wear sunglasses on most mild to sunny days. I’ve also had issues with computer and TV screens. Every piece of l technology I own with a screen now has to have a blue light filter on 100% of the time (the type used to help people sleep). My girlfriend’s eyes have literally turned from olive brown to green.

I wake up feeling nauseous and sick, suffering from stomach cramps and a dry mouth. I have zero energy and usually have to stay in bed until nightfall, at which point my energy levels peak. Blood tests have all come back perfectly clear so I know it isn’t an ailment or illness.

The side effects of this path, and the alchemical process it engenders should not be overlooked. Other vampyric practitioners may not experience all or any of the symptoms I have experienced, but there will be changes which are simply beyond the realm of rational scientific explanation.

No going back now…

Void Mother


The Void Mother is the paradoxical source and devourer of all phainomenon within the Cosmos. Signified by the causal name of Nythra, She/It is the inevitable pull toward baselessness and entropy within all matter. All things which bring subtle death are sacred to Her/It, especially poisons and deadly plants. As such, Her/It’s worship involves a gradual negation of the Ego and among other things,  the ingestion of toxic drugs, ingestion which may potentially shorten the life span of the devotee. In particular, Datura is regarded as the perfect drug for such a pursuit and shrines to the Void Mother should always be adorned with datura flowers. She/It is also the patron Dark God of assassins and poisoners.

Not to be confused with theological and wholly banal concepts of a primordial void, Nythra is the absolute source of vampiric potency, the essential vampiric wraith whom all vampiric entities are mere reflections of. It is no coincidence that vampires were long associated as bringers of plague and death, just as Nythra delights in the spread of sly, cloying deathly odours and diseases.

The correct (and only) way to come before Nythra is one of utter surrender and devotion; certainly not a difficult task given Her/It’s natural meganetic pull of all things into Her/It’s sublime dark essence.

Following the pathway working of Nythra as undertaken by initiates of the 7FW, the witch will begin to apprehend and understand the Nythran essence, and may feel that yearning, yawning pull toward the heart of the Void where She/it waits and which She/It is a personification of, an explication of, and the ultimate manifestation of such.

The path to Nythra is a long and terrifying one; but She/It is a loving mother who will fill the senses with the sickly sweet scent of decay and non-existence. For She/It seeks to consume utterly, ceaselessly devouring the universe, Her/It’s formless void its end consequence.

Dissolve into Nythra, and be reborn as the ultimate vampiric spectre, stripped of humanity, hubris and mundanity utterly consumed by the Void, ever churning without eseence, forever and ever, Agios.