Apocalypsis Veritatis

## Introduction:

This is a word for word copy of a book titled Apocalypsis Vertatis, or Apocalypse of Truth. This book was created by a person from one of the first generations of the Astrum Family. This book is more reminiscent of a diary, as the author recounts very detailed events of their life. This book was hidden in the depths of the Astrum Family library. Because the creator of this book did not want anyone other than their family to have access to this book, it is only unlocked if the family member pricks their finger and drops their blood into the keyhole. The book reads as follows:

## Apocalypsis Veritatis

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Hello and welcome kin. First, I must feel as though I should congratulate you! I built this library as a maze of sorts, to hide what lies within the pages of this book. You've solved every puzzle that guards this knowledge. You were determined to find this, no matter what measures I tried to take to stop you. You are probably not the first and definitely will not be the last. If any one of my kin is like me, you will seek out knowledge, no matter how much it could harm you.

Which brings me to my warning. Please, before you continue, you must understand that the information you are about to witness will take a great toll upon you. I do not trust anyone other than you to understand what the next few pages mean. Please keep the same caution and do not share information learned in this book to anyone outside of the bloodline. Everything this book contains is a secret I will keep to my grave and so must you.

My biggest wish is that our family dies out soon after I am gone. However, knowing IT, they will take every precaution to ensure our blood lives for eternity. I mean, for heaven's sake!! I did not marry, nor did I bear children. Hell, I never even got into bed with another! I've only courted three people in my entire life (as I am writing this). Yet somehow, a child with my DNA was left on my doorstep. It left its calling card, so I know exactly who is to blame for this.

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Do not get me wrong, I love my daughter dearly. I will love her until my last breath. And, Amare, if you are reading this, please know that I would never give you up willingly. Only in the event of danger to your life would I ever think of that possibility. You are the light of my life and though I despise the circumstances that brought you into it, I am glad to have known you as the wonderful child you are.

I will get straight to the point. This world is not real. Well, that statement is not entirely correct. It is real to US. To the humans and the celestial beings that inhabit it. Everything you see, hear, FEEL. THAT is real to us. But, we aren't real to IT. We're just playthings for them to enjoy, toys to bend and break at any whim. We're puppets to them.

I thought it was a god. They call themself "The Creator". This thing can do anything it wants. They can change everything into what they call "perfection". My memories of them aren't safe either. That is why I must write this book. Everything must be logged and kept for examination. I want for future generations, if they ever have to come across this being, to know what to do in the event that it comes back to mess with us.

I did some terrible things in my past, that I will admit. And for those, I am deeply sorry. I was young, naive. I didn't know any better. But, because of my mistake, I have cursed my entire bloodline to an eternity of servitude. Currently, you will only have to do one thing for it. You will know what to do when they send you a letter. The calling card is not of our world, so you will know immediately who it is from. When you perform your assigned task, be swift. Do not prolong it, that will only make them angry.

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I used to know it, The Creator. They didn't seem so terrifying at first. They genuinely didn't know how to be human. But then they saved my life. That sounds so silly, I'm terrified of the person that saved my life.

Let me backup a little for you. It was during the War of Worlds. I was in the army. I wanted to be a medic, but because of my strength, I was chosen to become a fighter. One day, I was patrolling with my group and we found, what we thought to be, a person. They were just stumbling around, like a lost puppy. When we locked eyes, they seemed, quite honestly, terrified of us. But, I slowly crept towards them. I noticed that they had been walking in that forest for a while. They were quite malnourished and dirt replaced where their feet should be.

We took them back to base. This person didn't know how to eat, speak, sleep. We named them Perdita and I taught them everything. How to read, write, speak, eat, sleep. As soon as they learned to speak, Perdita asked questions. Many questions. Like: "Why must we sleep? Shouldn't our bodies be good forever if we eat too?" They were hard questions to explain. We humans just kind of know the answer when we're born.

Many of the other soldiers in the camp didn't like Perdita. They always hogged the training grounds or bothered others by pestering them with questions. Or, the other soldiers just thought of them as weird. I mean, Perdita once stayed on the training grounds until their body literally caved underneath them. I always found Perdita kind of fun. Teaching another human how to be human was an interesting concept that I took great pleasure in.

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But then the Battle of the Weapons happened. I don't exactly remember what had happened, but I do remember I fought somebody. I never got their name, but it wouldn't have mattered anyways. Their face was erased from my memories. I can deduce it was a Celestial Being, those were what we were fighting to begin with. I remember they knocked me on the ground, or maybe I tripped and fell. Either way, I was on the ground when suddenly Perdita was in front of me and the danger of the Celestial Being had passed.

But, the thing was, the Celestial Being was gone. Like, I don't remember their face or name or weapon they were holding or anything. I tried asking other Celestial Beings and they have a fuzzy recollection of something that was once there, but no longer is. Just a black hole. No one knows who that was. That Celestial Being did not exist anymore. Not in the past, not in the present, and never will be in the future. They were gone forever. I know they existed because I wouldn't have been calling for mercy to thin air. To just make someone not exist like that... it terrifies me. That's too much power for any person to hold.

But Perdita isn't a person. They are the Creator. And the Creator is NOT on your side. That day, it told me that they created our universe and that they could change everything on a whim. The sky could be purple and we would all know it is purple and always has been purple. Even the dead and Celestial Beings would believe that it has always been purple. That kind of power is terrifying and still scares me to this day. To have our entire world, entire universe be a blimp inside of an immortal being. We are nothing but puppets for this higher being. It has eyes everywhere.

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But one day, I found this place. It was an empty husk by the time I found it. Somehow, The Creator couldn't get me. They couldn't come inside. It couldn't even see what I was doing in here!! They knew where I was, of course. I had to leave and get food somehow. Eventually, I started getting letters on my front doorstep, signed by them, asking me to meet up with it and make a deal. For a while I debated.

I did end up deciding to go. I wrote a letter to them, stating when and where I would talk with them. I didn't know where to mail it, so I just put the letter on my front door step. As soon as it touched the step, a symbol emerged above the letter, and then both dissolved into nothingness. I assumed that was The Creator. Two days later, we met in a forest about an hour's walk from my home, my library. It said it wanted to be friends with me again, and I very quickly declined. The Creator was obviously pissed at me, but offered something else instead. My kin and I must give a favor, only one for each generation. In return, the Earth will not be scrapped, we can live most of our lives in peace, and our family can ask for one favor in return. If the deal was not taken, someone else was to learn the truth of this world and do whatever The Creator asked of them.

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I did not want for anyone else to suffer the way I had. So, I took the deal. I do beg of your forgiveness. It was, by far, one of the worst deals I had ever made. I did what I thought was right in the moment. That is why you have gotten that strange letter. I never wanted to teach anyone, especially my kin, what and who this thing is. I never told anyone why you follow the directions of the letter. You just should, for everyone's sanity. I swear, I know completing whatever task is in that letter is for the greater good, but those letters will drive me to the brink of insanity.

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For all it's worth, The Creator is not a bad person. But they aren't good either. It is void of anything that makes us human. They are not on your side, and never will be. That being said, if you are ever in need, The Creator owes our family a favor. If the world is crumbling, you can ask them to stop it. They are always willing to make a deal at the cost of you, so please be careful. Do not summon them, whatever you do. Unless the world around us is about to perish, DO NOT ATTEMPT A SUMMONING. If you do, and our wish has already been granted BE WARNED. The Creator will attempt to make a deal with you. One that you will say you can walk away from now but won't be able to when it really comes down to it. NEVER MAKE A DEAL. Any deal you make will burn your soul and burden so many people.

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##### HOW TO SUMMON THE CREATOR - *not advised if the world isn't is dire peril.*

1. Draw a large five point star on the floor with white chalk.
2. Obtain five candles, enscribe them with certain words, and put them on the certain points. DO NOT LIGHT THEM
	1. Candle 1 - Life : Left Point
	2. Candle 2 - Death : Right Point
	3. Candle 3 - Chaos : Bottom Right Point
	4. Candle 4 - Order : Bottom Left Point
	5. Candle 5 - Existence : Top Point
3. Stand in the middle of the star.
4. Prick your finger and draw an eye in the middle of the star with your blood. A simple oval within an oval works.
5. Close your eyes and pray. Pray to whoever you call god. Because hell is coming.

DO NOT COMPLETE SUMMONING WITHIN THE WALLS OF OUR HOUSE. Then there will never again be a safe place from their eyes.