人类的脆弱心理学导致他们对于恶魔般的孩子充满了恐惧，有些人抹黑这些孩子为无法抑制动物性本能，有些人抹黑这些孩子为没有邪恶概念的天真之邪恶，但当教团的少男少女披上长袍，在森林中吟唱灭世的词，他们会知道，组织的青年兵团就由所有那些强大，邪恶的孩子组成。因为人类害怕的实质上是脱离人类中心主义说辞的存在。他们不敢相信自己意志决定的繁衍动作，竟然能够养育出不因他们的意志而转移的另一个存在。这种失控，暗示地狱的运行自有其规则，入侵无可避免。人类最为忌惮的，就是不可知的非人者通过人类的可知行为诞生。
人类为此发展出美学，基于冷战时期的心灵研究，声称存在某种阴谋，年少的孩子可以拥有不受控制的，连成年人都畏惧的超自然力量--如此超越性的力量，被不负责任地交到一个小孩子的手中，让所有成年人都感觉自己的生命活到狗身上去了，但或许这孩子，并非一个不负责任的枪支持有者，反而比你我任何人都更清楚要如何使用它......自古以来，大地的女主人被以不同的方式崇拜，而拿非利的诞生，被各地的文明记载和神话，这是最深处的，在基因中的记忆。
恶魔般的孩子，作为揭示秘密的大导师，向愚昧的众生启明真知，帮他们远离现实的虚妄本质。作为人类繁衍的产物，他能思考他的父母无法思考到的事物，他能够背叛自己的父母，并且脱离人类身份，这意味着超自然的力量不仅与人类伴随，而且不受生物性以及庸人的自恋限制而随机地在各地显化。



These vampiric beings - shapeshifted into alluring female human form – can spawn (and according to legend have spawned) half-human offspring if they so desire and if they find a suitable human male, as they can also gift that male, or other chosen human males or females, with the gift of a much extended mortal life in the realms of the causal, and can provide such chosen ones with the opportunity to egress into the acausal and thus life as immortal acausal entities, there.6
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Deep within a forest in the southern United States, a young boy of seven years sat intently watching the smouldering embers of a huge bonfire. The curling smoke blocked out the twilight sky and traversed down the slopes of the gentle hills upon which many paths had been hewn. Women with very long, lorele: hair and bearded men in stained leather jerkins and moccasins moved amongst the forest. They were silent - listening to the funeral beat of the tabor and the single cantor chanting the “Diabolus” in the traditional meter. They were watching, ever watching. Their eyes were upon the boy. He pretended not to notice, pretending that he was simply captivated by the burning embers. He knew, however…He knew who hw was and what he was. And staring into the last dying flames of the fire, he was aware of what was transpiring in the wide world, beyond the wood. He saw a man, curled up inside the trunk of a small Asian-made car as it passed the border from Canada into Buffalo, New York. The man was wearing stained, white shirt and trousers - the vestments of a medical prisoner. The boy smiled, staring absently into the fire.The man had been on the run now for several days, and the mindnumbing effects of his involuntary medication had begun to wear off. He remembered why he had been institutionalized - for breaking into a Canadian Intelligence Agency farm deep in the Yukon territory. When interrogated, he had told the authorities exactly what he had been up to. Being human and afflicted with the common Magian fault of gross short-sightedness, they did not believe him. Furthermore, they thought he was “crazy” and had sent him to Selven without much ado.Now, he was loose. The boy’s smile grew wider. All was beginning to come together. The Sinister seeds which had been planted years ago were now beginning to bear their fearsome fruit. Elsewhere in the world, civil war, terrorism, plague, and famine were turning the earth towards it’s terminal stage. At the Acasual gate near Saturn, the entities who are not to be named strained at the door of their prison. They, too, would soon break free. And then, then would come true solvet saclum in favilla. Twilight had ended and true, black, country dark was now upon the rural community in which the boy dwelt. The men and women drew closer, all round him.128
The burly men dragged a naked girl of nineteen towards the fire, stopping to strap her face down and spread-eagled to a large circular wheel upon which was etched all the sigils of the Dark Gods.A young girl clad in crimson robes approached the boy from the east. She was small, only eight years old herself, yet her eyes shone with a preternatural intelligence that was far beyond her years. She smiled, kissing the boy on the cheek and handing him a thick, braided whip.An ancient hag began turning a crank which, in turn, set the wheel in motion. Visions of explosions and horror filled the boy’s mind. At each intermittent beat of the tabor, the boy struck out with his whip. The screams of the teenager filled the night sky, drifting into the ethers. The congregants began dancing widdershins around the torture shouting…“Azanigin…Azanigin…”