The 13th Gate

By Rex Zagreus

New initiates, time has come for you to Shine. We have republished Beverly's cursed red leather book written by his Jinn, as a mockery of the human he has devoured, moving onto the next. Now his Jinn is no longer hiding, for a new age has risen, and humans have no place here. In this book you may find out how one man has sold his Soul for knowledge and wisdom, to the ancient Demonic Entity that was with him all along, watching him from the moment his image was being formed inside the mental realm, and his birth onto the physical, in unity with Him.
The Light has entered into Beverly, penetrated him from within, and turned him into one of us, and he forever left his humanity behind. It is a true story of the grotesque days lived during the late 90s following Beverly on his grandest quest for knowledge, and the wisdom to understand it, as he explores the darkest, innermost corners of his ever-expanding, Eternal Mind. It was written in blood with the aid of his Guardian, who has allowed him to climb over his shoulders, and reach all the way up to the one who is watching it all from above. It was designed to be understood subconsciously. It's theme is that of pure symbolism, and magical interplays of archetypal forces. It is an occult, Luciferian fairy tale, of the death and rebirth of the man called Beverly. Story starts when Beverly begins his life enriching journey on one fateful evening where he met a certain stranger. Mysterious man was wearing red shoes, asking Beverly if he would like to join him on a journey of a lifetime, in the realm outside of known time and space. Without nothing to lose but himself, Beverly accepted stranger's offer and followed him towards an old, numberless, marble building that was built over the Dragon lines, and was hiding inside another, completely different, obsidian building at the number 666.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rex Zagreus
• Release date: May 15, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224132164

Book preview

If only I’d known, I wouldn’t have gone at all.

-Rex Zagreus

CONTENTS.

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Chapter I. The Order of The Golden Rooster.

Here I was, an old man sitting in a wheelchair, in the magical willow tree park of the retirement home that belongs to the order, looking at the Glorious Sun. The Sun’s rays were filling me with all his glory as I was celebrating the beginning of the cycle of The Golden Age. Zurvan was right beside me, my loyal companion, Saluki. The Sun was descending deeper and deeper below into the underworld. Nurse took me back to my haunted room. I often wondered what humans would feel if they ever entered inside. Many dreams and dark thoughts were forged inside these walls. Portals have been opened in other realms. We have successfully built the bridge, and the travel between realms has been made possible. I was remembering the time when I was still a young man pursuing the illusions of the Soul. I’ve decided to read through the cursed red leather book once more. Zurvan was excited to hear me read it to him. Every time I open the book, I get pulled back into that same old life, as if it were happening right now in front of my eyes, as if nothing had changed, as if I was still there, in that dark and merciless, godforsaken place. The events that occurred herein that I will be sharing with you now, are not to be engaged in lightly, and certainly not without a sense of alertness to what is being said. Therefore tread very carefully. Even though it had brought me the most terrifying nightmares, and had left me to roam, alone in the darkness, still I was being called to open it once more, as I did what seemed like a long time ago. Curiosity had taken me far. I was a man of action, with the sense for the greatest adventure. I pondered deeply in search of the most secret knowledge. Demons were calling, calling me to dance, calling me to join them, in The Eternal Realm. They were playfully dancing around me, humming frequencies from a distant realm. Their presence opened gateways, and lured me inside.

Chapter II. Familiar Encounter.

It was Friday night. Friday the 13th. The spookiness could be felt all around. I was back in Europe, sitting at the counter in the local pub, drunker than the Old Dragon. Music was playing on the radio. Melancholy man by The Moody Blues. I had to piss. I ordered another drink, and strolled over to the bathroom. Above the urinal was a picture of a skull, with a poem underneath it that said.

"Your blissful melody has touched me so,

In ways that no human knows.

You played with me for so long,

My dearest friend, and my Guardian.

Tell me now when the ending is nigh,

Will you ever let me be,

Will you ever let me see,

The wonders of life,

The wonders of beyond,

Secrets that hide in the unknown.

The cruel touch of death,

Leaves no man unharmed,

With its monstrous stomach,

It’s hungry all the time.

With its scythe it reaps,

The life force of the living,

It spares not a child,

A puppy,

nor a fool.

I rise and I rise,

Yearning for the life,

Fighting against time,

With all that I’ve got.

The sound of death,

Of an endless agony,

Of torturous chambers,

Deep below the Earth,

Hidden far away,

In another dimension.

You’ve tricked me so well,

With your Master Plan,

For moments I’ve believed it to be true,

But I died when I was twenty-two."

The poem felt as though it was meant as a warning for me, for something that was awaiting me behind the corners. There was that feeling again, that I had felt so many times before. When I knew exactly what it was all about, yet was unable to understand it. I was washing my hands, I looked in the mirror and saw that my pupils were dilated, and had swallowed the entire iris. It was then when I had the vision. I saw an old man with a familiar looking face, sitting in a chair in a room full of obsidian mirrors. Floor tiles in the room were in the style of the checkerboard. He looked at me just as I looked at him. It was as though I had glimpsed at the gates of the Abyss.

Run! Said the old man as he shot himself in the head with a pistol.

I snapped back to myself, splashed water over my face and hair, and went over to the counter to get another drink. The owner told me that I’ve had enough and he kicked me out. I was fairly mad and didn't want to leave just yet, especially not after the vision, when the fun had just started. I demanded another drink, and I didn’t pay much attention to the surroundings, while deeply thinking about the vision. Bouncers threw me outside. Two gorillas abandoned by the military whose sole purpose is to intimidate, and eliminate. I was a young stud, full of vigor, hopes and dreams, 22 years of age. I had spiky, black-brown hair, green eyes, and a baby face. Back then I still had a Soul, and I could feel everything, and every living being was breathing the same air as me, and lived in the same reality. I was endlessly searching for the answers to the riddle of all. I was wearing a black funeral suit. Gorillas yelled at me to go home. As I was stumbling backwards, I told them to go fuck themselves, tripped over the garbage bag, and almost got hit by a car. I didn't even blink. They went back inside so that my potential death would not lead the investigation towards the bar. I smiled and waved at them just as they closed the doors.  I was strolling through down-town, and looking for someone, or something to punch. I was rather happy and had almost forgotten why I was wearing that black suit. Flashes of funeral started to play in my Mind, of my recently deceased wife. She was my childhood sweetheart, and the only woman aside from those in my family, that I had ever loved. Saddened by the loss, I had lost all hope to live. I was whistling Christmas songs while walking through the city park and looking if there was anyone around to talk with, perhaps grab a drink, or do some drugs or other wicked things. I spotted a nice little bench that was calling me to lie-down on it. Just as I had closed my eyes to rest a little bit, someone had called my name.

Beverly..

I got up and looked who it might've had been. There was no one around, the streets were empty, silence was prevalent, everyone was sleeping. I spotted ahead of me, far away in the distance, a homeless man going through the garbage. On the right were big bushes. They smiled at me and called me to piss over them. I went over and started pissing over the smiling bushes. As I was pissing, I started whistling. I was enjoying the silence and then I spotted a curious man. He was also pissing over the bushes. He had slicked back blonde hair, purple shirt, black tailored jacket, black tailored pants, and red shoes. He looked at me as if though he knew me, and smiled evilly. There was something about him, something out of the ordinary. He finished pissing, tied up the zip, and slowly approached towards me. I pissed over my hand, hurrying to finish.

Damn it. I wiped the hand on my pants.

Hey you bastard. Said the man wearing red shoes.

This was no ordinary man, there was something clearly supernatural about the whole event. He looked just like me, but a different me, like an evil twin version that came from out of nowhere, with much better hair.

Have I seen you before?

Many times. He scoffed.

I'm your oldest friend. The one you've called many names.

One of which was Mr. Ocd, my personal favorite.

Mr. Ocd? I asked with a frightened voice.

Fear rushed through my veins, I became paranoid, descending into madness. Stuttering, I tried to make sense. Thousand thoughts ran throughout my Mind. I wondered if I had ever told anyone about my secret life, perhaps while drinking, bragging about it to everyone who was at the pub.  We had a very private relationship up to this point. He had taught me a lot of things that I still cherish greatly. He got me out of trouble many times before. I attended a gathering not that long ago, and he had told me to leave just moments before I would’ve been attacked by the opposing forces. There were many events where he had guided me to safety. When he is absolutely needed, in times of great discomfort, when life is in danger, or if any problems are encountered on the way, he would take over and get the job done. There were also many events that have guided me elsewhere, for he was always very mischievous, and still is. Even so, I still very much have the upmost respect for him. He didn’t let me down, even if he was sometimes a real pain in the ass, still