an excerpt from the the Millennial devotion, 
unedited and recited from memory of twilight
the blessings of Janus be with you,

the Lord of the Morning Incarnate guide you, ( may His splendor not blind you )
the Woman of Night Sky take your hand and hold you ( may Her hunger not take you )
and the Truth shall forever keep you and the saints in virtue : honor, propriety, decency.

Remember always these things.
You shall not lose your way.

 
A morning’s benediction.

Thus without prelude the last of the Old Century crashes unto us with nary a by your leave. 
The last of the Nines, as it has been referred to in the gray book, was in all ambition a most auspicious accounting 
for those aspected to the Khan. Noble prince of the jungle, lord of those that prowl the Night and leader of the Hunt 
held with stealth. I could think to count that it might not have been overly blessed, but sureness of the kitsune was ours 
during the most trying times. The fickle lady has served our purpose well. We have not received any news concerning 
the forecast that aims to either support our cause or portend to annihilation. Thus without prelude the last of the Old 
a vague image we tenuously clasp our ragged glimmer of Faint hope. We shall yet see. 

 
Wherein duty lies trust.

There are no regrets.
A few things I could have held onto for a longer time, 
but in the end the realization that I was doing just fine 
without these factors,  was cause enough and justification 
(if one asked for such) for me in an unswerving fatalism that is was indeed in a scheme ordained.

There are no plans.
Except for the grand vision that still stands. Dashed on the beach of futility once 
and future cooperative efforts  have found their disconcerting conclusion. I can neither see to the front nor back of me: 
the past is a specter laid to rest and the future bare of portents. Our survival claims precedence over everything else; 
barring a missive of urgency from the Most High. Having been awakened with ceremony and given the noble obligation. 
We are set in our ways to champion the previous causes and march under the well-worn aegis. 

 
the Entreaty from our Elders.

And we have been entrusted to further our cause. 
Valued child, open thine eyes and treasure this second that insight is captured. 
We lay to rest in preparation for the incoming trials. In the short duration of two days the order to which you have grown accustomed will find restoration. Already, those of the Other have made embattlements and have stolen the lead in the invisible race. Who holds more water in the long run, the quick or the learned? Your final appraisal of the lessons of these past three years are erased from the book, the same which you have kept near and true to heart. Replace the weakening glimmer that has strung out your resources and reinstate the old guard. The chain is only as strong as its weakest link. 

Our vulnerability is at an end. Death to the weakness of Old ! 
Death to the demons of the Past !

 
 
the Honor of  The Code.

The body of the Code as of yet has not been recovered. 
The last search was run in haste, but pursuant to other relics of bygone eras. 
Both columns spoke deep, learned wisdom. But the wisdom has been lost since the disruption a few years back. 

Every year is a new year until the next one comes in.

The soonest possibility arises and we shall remember the code once more, 
as it becomes necessary. The next thousand years offer no symbol of hope nor destruction, 
and we only possess a few angels who willingly guide us.

Our last words to our brethren.

Remember thyself and keep to thyself at all times. 
Discuss the higher ideals without passion.
Emotion is weakness, emotion is toxin.
Knowledge, intellect, information and learning are our guardians.
The human essence of kindness, generosity, openheartedness and hope our enemies.
Stray not from the Path we have shown thee.

Our Word is Law. Our Vengeance knows no bounds. Our Honor is Endless.

 
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