The following is a prophecy of the Three Knocks of Evil. Not much is known about this prophecy, but there is much speculation about who the characters are. For though Derek of Vedaines is often portrayed as the harlot, there are many who wonder if the Great King of Evil isn’t Derek of Vedaines. Some argue that it is Lebersana, but some of the people have a worried thought, that the true terror will be that the Great King of Evil has still yet to come.
There shall come a day, when men shall search long and far for the magic of Father Kekorum and Prince Amador, but the fire shall not be there. The world shall be cold, just like when Immanie froze the world.
In the cold, the people shall wonder far and wide, but nowhere shall the truth be found. In pieces shall they hear it, in scattered remnants shall they feel it, but they shall not be satisfied, for there shall be none to give the magic.
In this dreary world, there shall be no crops of goodness. There shall be no fruit of joy, rather people shall eat the dry remnants of misery, and they shall eat the cankered pods of despair. In this dark and pungent air, they shall seek longingly for the works and magic, but Father Kekorum shall not hear them.
Derek of Vedaines shall have his sickening harvest of corruption. Like a loose harlot he shall hold the nations of the world, they shall cleave unto his ample bosoms of lasciviousness. The works of darkness shall they praise like a forbidden lover in the night. They shall sell the virtues of their wives for the pleasures of Derek of Vedaines. Men shall come from far and wide to play his sick and twisted game.
Then when Seraphix rides again with his glorious light that shall shake the world, shall evil knock three times to preserve its mistress. Three times shall it knock, the three powerful knocks to keep away Seraphix. And I did see the first knock. The great King of evil did send out a plague, an awful plague of death. The people became death itself, and pled that others join them. The people loved the death and the darkness that controlled it. They had no will but for the death that now consumed all.
Yet when the darkness climbed to the moon, it was vanquished by a powerful tongue. The people gloried in Seraphix for the time.
Yet evil knocked again the second time. This time a great hair shall grow from the one head. This head shall control all. The hair shall entangle and it shall appear beautiful, but it shall suffocate and not release its victims. The hair sends anger and frustration, and while the people were mingled with grief one did come forth and say, The Great King of Evil has need of us. Let us stand together, and we shall bring down this terrible magic that does sweep our land.
The people shall grow angry and yell at Seraphix and say, Why dost thou make us free from death only to be entangled by hair. Would it not been better to have died then to live with this hair. This hair is so strong not even many mighty men shall cut it free. Not even the powerful tongue shall cut it. But the tongue shall scream forth dragons that shall devour the hair. The mighty hair shall be gone, where once was thick and plenteous hair, shall be baldness. They shall all see the ugly skin beneath the hair and loathe it. Then shall the people say, we love thee Seraphix and the tongue for this hair did try to entangle us but with dragons thou didst save us.
Then shall the Great King of Evil go to the harlot and say, For a long time you have ruled, you who ruled the nations have truly failed. I shall take the power of Lebersana that you like a dotard wield. The day shall come when the people shall long for you to rule. The day shall come when people shall cry for the days when blood flowed in the streets. For I shall make them bleed, I shall make blood flow from their nostrils and ears, from their privies, from their mouths, from their ears. I shall make the mother devour her child, and I shall make the husband watch. I shall destroy all of it, and you, little harlot shall be forgotten, for they shall say, his words are like scorpions, his fingers like sharp knives, none shall escape him, for he sits upon a throne of bones, in a bed of skin and bathes in blood. All shall fear him and tremble.
He shall stand like a horrible nightmare above the mountains. Even Sezorum shall no longer be a terror in the night, for all shall pay obedience to him. They shall bow and say, there is none greater than thee oh bloody king. You devour widows and orphans and your dross is bitterness. We wait for thee, for if we don’t thou shalt kill us.
This is the third knock of evil. With a mighty hammer shall he scourge Kristanna with fire. He shall take control of all the nations, he shall set up his terrible empire. All those who cry beneath him shall be killed if they silence not their tears.
Yet, shall a feather come, feather of the great bird. Father of the moon shall take the tongue and rebuke the awful king. The king shall fear him. With the tongue shall the father rebuke the king.
The king’s mighty empire shall be scourged into nothingness. His servants shall hide in the darkness of the world. His diligent shall profess not to know him, and his nightmare shall be over. The Great King of Evil shall hide in the shadows mourning for his day to come. He shall be injured but he shall grow again into a more fierce and horrid form. The people shall not see the day when he comes. Then shall the father of the moon be dead. There will be none who dares to oppose his rule. The nations shall fall quicker before the great King of Evil.
Yet, when I wept, Amador comforted me and said, I have overcome the world. Though terrible and mighty is he, yet shall I burn him for his touching of the tongue. He shall be hunted like an innocent rabbit by merciless wolves. He shall devoured like the Ligorn to the Mibelyol. With my fierce and mighty tongue shall I rebuke him far greater than any shall know. All shall know of the day when the Great King of Evil shall rule this world. Yet, shall they never forget the day I free this world from his grasp. It is not his world but mine. Who now has the courage to stand up behind me? Who now will have the faith to let me heal them? Who in this world shall do that? Those who do shall all be greater than the Great King of Evil.
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