Harvania's Book

Harry wasn't so happy about John coming to see him today. Because every time he comes, he just talks about that new book he found in that box on his porch.

Harry doesn't remember the contents of the book very well, but he knows that every time he heard it from John, he would feel uneasy as if he shouldn't have heard what's written inside of it.

Even today, he had a nightmare where a figure made all in black preached unintelligible words to him in a language he didn't understand.

He was awakened from his nightmare by his neighbors' dog, lying sweaty in his bed, staring at the starry sky outside his window.

It all started when John told him about the book he found on his porch. That's why he doesn't want to see him anymore, it creeps him. But he can't refuse a visit from a good friend just because he feels uneasy or because of a nightmare.

"Harry, I still have to tell you about this book. I just read a new chapter and I think I'm not far from the truth hidden behind it. I have to share this with you. »

John spoke to Harry in an almost fanatical tone.

Harry didn't even have the time to speak, that John had already started reading the book out loud.

"In Harvania, exist Beings, of a revolting perfection, who dwell in great buildings. They are as revolting as they are perfect beings of abnormal beauty. With Juhl'onlhi as a divine preacher, and Moom'nhom as a divine teacher. This Beings, of an ever more revolting perfection, marched towards an ever more perfect revolution on their path of evolution toward a great tomorrow.

By getting ever closer to their father Kah'moh'han, Incarnation, and Father of The Perfection they dream. They can only deserve to become more and more perfect. Their thirst for perfection is equaled only by the thirst for the blood driven by the Beings hiding in the red mist.

In this idyllic, perfect, and divine land. Where the father lavishes his gaze. Where everything is perfect.

We, humble travelers and land explorers, were only profaning this perfection of land that is this place.

"Let that the return into its embrace of their father, be the completion of this perfection they seek. Let the absolute be only seen, as a reflection in these Beings of revolting perfection, so that, humble travelers that we were, would not be driven to madness, and sink into this Divine perfection portrayed before us. »

John spoke with a fanatic tone in his voice. While he was admiring and reciting this divine text to his friend. Painting him a vision of the perfection he finally found described in this book.

" You see! I knew it! Perfection exists! It is there, before our eyes! I can see her! We, humble travelers of this mortal body, must perfect ourselves to merit the embrace of the Father. And become one with it being! It's the true perfection ! »

" You see! I am right! Come! Let's improve ourselves! Let's escape from this humble and imperfect carcass that is our mortal body! And sublimate ourselves in the perfection of death! Let us be one with the embrace of the Father! »

John was ecstatic. His skin flushed, his eyes bulging out of his sockets, his blood vessels pulsating alongside his body. It was giving him the portrayal of an insane person.

" You do not believe me! But I saw it! It is written! In this book! »

John started to read the last chapter.

"In the center of this idyllic, perfect, and divine land. A perfectly knowledgeable and Indescribable mass ascended. Moom'nhom, the divine teacher, following the Commands of the Father, enlightening the Harvanian on their way to perfection and the finality of the embrace of the Father. From his perfect and indescribable words, see this truth that we, humble blind travelers, could not have other choices but too not understand.

Edict of the Divine Teacher –

"There is nothing more perfect than the absolute of death. May yourself endure forever in the embrace of the Father. May yourself seek that perfection of the mind, and ascend with the support that is death. May yourself find your way to the embrace of the Father. Let yourself be one with the Father." »

John had finally gone mad. He couldn't think of anything but this edict.

"There is nothing more perfect than the absolute of death. May yourself endure forever in the embrace of the Father. May yourself seek that perfection of the mind, and ascend with the support that is death. May yourself find its way to the arm of the Father. Let yourself be one with the Father." »

John couldn't think of anything else. He sees it, there, written, right in front of him, in this book.

The truth.

"Only by joining death will myself be able to endure forever in the embrace of the Father. It is only by joining death that the mind of oneself will find that perfection that is death. Only by facing death and embracing it, will one be able to find its way to the Father. Only by joining death will the mind become one with the Father. »

Whispering these terrifying words, filled with nothing more than truth and fanatism. John hurried into Harry's kitchen. He grabbed a knife and put it around his neck. Turning to look at his friend who followed him into the kitchen, a terrifying smile rose on his face.

"Look Harry, I'm going to be perfect. I will join death, and be one with the Father and endure forever in his embrace. Watch me fulfill my rose through death to become a being of eternal perfection. »

As he finished his sentence, John slide the knife on his throat. Ending his life.

Harry, shocked by this development, did not know how to react. Just five minutes ago, he was sitting in his chair, listening to his friends speaking about his newfound book, over a drink.

But then, a few minutes later, he finds himself facing his friend, dead on the ground of his kitchen. His throat sliced by himself.

THE END