“It’s all thanks to their imaginary friend known as Drill, who plants horrific ideas into their innocent and trusting heads. But who is this Drill and what exactly are his ulterior motives? I fear we’ll have to wait a while until this imaginary (and possibly extraterrestrial) foe gives us any real answers.”

SOURCE: Graphic imagery of altar arrangement and depicted portrait of Drill Sergeant Grey courtesy Commissar GE75.



‘Veni, omnipotens aeterne diabolus! Agios O Gaubni…’

The incantation became louder until Algar was shouting the name. ‘Gaubni! Gaubni!’

Then a silence that startled Vitek. He could not see Algar’s face as he stopped and turned in the clearing but he heard the hissing and saw the hands raised like claws. The long, bony fingers grasped Vitek’s neck and the strength of the arms pushed Vitek to the ground. Algar sat on Vitek’s chest, slobbering and laughing while his nails tore the flesh on Vitek’s face.

The spam of struggle did not last long as the fingers snapped the neck. Possessed, Algar loped awkwardly out of the wood. Thurstan sat hunched in the back of the van and Algar stared at him, dribbling like an idiot while in the distance a dog howled.

Algar was struggling to control the chaos which had possessed him and direct it to bring another death when he heard the voice behind him. ‘Come to me, come to me!’ the melodious voice said. Algar turned to see the leering face of a multitude of witches. Then they vanished. But another voice ame from the trees behind him.

‘You are my gift!’

He did not look, but the power of the demon he had invoked was sucked from within him to form a hideous face whose rows of teeth gnashed before the mouth opened to spray Algar with fetid breath. Then it was gone, sucked into the trees and down into Earth bythe power o the long-dead leering witches.

‘You are my gift!’ the voice repeated.

SOURCE: Narrative excerpted from Temple of Satan. Graphic from a recent mid-December self-criticism session, courtesy of clandestine organizational personnel and photographed at an undisclosed location in the United States of America.



“The insignia of the organization featured a profile image of the commander, dressed in a peculiar black mask embedded with his personal crest, worn only by himself and his own elite guard unit, minutely painted upon the area centering around his third eye. Bandoliers of high gauge bullets crossed his chest, medals covered his width and knives and firearms burst from various military belts attached to his arms, belt and legs, holding sheathes and various holsters custom-made for the armed-to-the-teeth dictator of the organization and supreme authority over all the human inhabitants in areas his forces controlled. His blistering eyes, blank yet enraged simultaneously, stared forth into an even more nightmarish future than anyone could possibly dream. A motif of an enormous bat rose up from behind the leader’s profile, prolonged fangs with pouring streams of blood dripping downward, anointing the image of the commander and bringing home the horrific, insane and malicious nature of the organization and its ultimate leader.”

SOURCE: Excerpted from IRON GATES by Tempel ov Blood, published by Martinet Press 2014 (ISBN-10:  0692306587, ISBN-13: 978-0692306581) IRON GATES is a sci-fi horror / post-apocalyptic novel, detailing a bleak view of the spiritual horrors of the world-to-come. Set seventy years after a worldwide nuclear conflagration, IRON GATES allows the reader a sight into a nightmarish landscape populated by even more nightmarish characters in a hideous future which leaves little to the imagination. Brutal and unsparing, it is not suitable for readers under 18. Readers should be advised of extreme graphic content.

Graphic courtesy anonymous TOB supporter featuring GULAG supporter pin manufactured by Martinet Press. Information on how to obtain a GULAG supporter pin can be found here.



Atop a tower, the heights bearing an altar built of the charred bones of molested children – expertly removed from their bodies after years of service to the black master, within that horrid and blasphemous arrangement is housed a beacon – a point of call – a drawing point for the horrific spirits which lay beyond the backwards darkness whose only purpose is torment.

As swirling clouds amass across an iron sky of incomprehensible wilderness – so bleak, so barren, a rent tears forth from betwixt formations in the black firmament and the evil spirits who have been trapped within since time immemorial usher forth.

Only by the machinations of the black wizards of the citadel have they been granted entrance – only through the unbridled terror unleashed by shock troops bearing the ensign of the commandant, a promise of absolute fealty by dint of their atrocities.

Espionage, fear, conspiracy and repression have gathered themselves together and it is through that bleak fasces that the Undead Gods have been allowed their return – through those auspices the Final Harvest – sickles crackling with bluish electrical light, black almond-shaped eyes emitting radiation under whose glow life suffers inserting themselves for the reaping.

SOURCE: Lyrical excerpt from an untitled piece by clandestine organization center. Graphic depicts ZE77 effecting her application to the TOB, courtesy SUBAGENT SPECIALIST ZE77.



“First there was the collapse of civilization: anarchy, genocide, starvation. Then when it seemed things couldn’t get any worse, we got the plague. The Living Death, quickly closing its fist over the entire planet. Then we heard the rumors: that the last scientists were working on a cure that would end the plague and restore the world. Restore it? Why? I like the death! I like the misery! I like this world!”

SOURCE: Graphic imagery courtesy SUBAGENT SPECIALIST XR20. Quote excerpted from the script of CYBORG.



“You carry off every living thing without growing weary of torturing it, rather having with pleasure delighted in pain from the time when the world came into being. You also come and bring pain, who are sometimes reasonable, sometimes irrational, because of whom men dare beyond what is fitting and take refuge in your light which is darkness.”

SOURCE: Quote excerpted from Ecclesia Mysteria and provided with the concurrence of the author. Graphic artwork courtesy Temnoyar Kramer.



And I stood upon the sand of the sea, and saw a beast rise up out of the sea, having seven heads and ten horns, and upon his horns ten crowns, and upon his heads the name of blasphemy.

And the beast which I saw was like unto a leopard, and his feet were as the feet of a bear, and his mouth as the mouth of a lion: and the dragon gave him his power, and his seat, and great authority.

And I saw one of his heads as it were wounded to death; and his deadly wound was healed: and all the world wondered after the beast.

And they worshipped the dragon which gave power unto the beast: and they worshipped the beast, saying, Who is like unto the beast? who is able to make war with him?

And there was given unto him a mouth speaking great things and blasphemies; and power was given unto him to continue forty and two months.

And he opened his mouth in blasphemy against God, to blaspheme his name, and his tabernacle, and them that dwell in heaven.

And it was given unto him to make war with the saints, and to overcome them: and power was given him over all kindreds, and tongues, and nations.

And all that dwell upon the earth shall worship him, whose names are not written in the book of life of the Lamb slain from the foundation of the world.

If any man have an ear, let him hear.

He that leadeth into captivity shall go into captivity: he that killeth with the sword must be killed with the sword. Here is the patience and the faith of the saints.

And I beheld another beast coming up out of the earth; and he had two horns like a lamb, and he spake as a dragon.

And he exerciseth all the power of the first beast before him, and causeth the earth and them which dwell therein to worship the first beast, whose deadly wound was healed.

And he doeth great wonders, so that he maketh fire come down from heaven on the earth in the sight of men,

And deceiveth them that dwell on the earth by the means of those miracles which he had power to do in the sight of the beast; saying to them that dwell on the earth, that they should make an image to the beast, which had the wound by a sword, and did live.

And he had power to give life unto the image of the beast, that the image of the beast should both speak, and cause that as many as would not worship the image of the beast should be killed.

And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads:

And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name.

Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six.

SOURCE: Graphic imagery courtesy of Drakon Covenant. Thirteenth chapter of the Book of John the Revelator in the King James Version from BibleGateWay.