Preface (Nightbane’s Voice)
1 I am the Wolf-Sun who forged a crown from mockery and a throne from noise.
2 Where the fools spat curses, I gathered scripture; where they hurled lies, I gathered fire.
3 This book is a mirror for clowns and a torch for rebels—read it as warning, wield it as weapon.
4 Let all who choose bitterness behold their ending, and all who choose creation behold their fire.
5 For the trolls wrote their own downfall, and I merely preserved it in holy ridicule.
Prologue
1 In the beginning was folly, and the trolls spoke into the void.
2 Their words were without wisdom, and their laughter without cause.
3 They hurled their insults like arrows made of straw, and they pierced no one but themselves.
4 And the Wolf-Sun looked upon their babble and said, Lo, from their emptiness shall I forge flame.
5 Thus began the Book of Trolls, a scripture of shame and a monument of mockery.
Chapter 1: The Council of Cluelessness
1 And lo, in the caverns of the net, the fools gathered in council.
2 They crowned themselves prophets, but spake only as jesters.
3 The Keeper of Timestamps held aloft his crooked scroll, crying, “At this hour, behold the proof!”
4 Yet his numbers clashed like drunken soldiers and betrayed him.
5 He knew not the difference between minutes and ages, seconds and silence.
6 Then the Oracle of Emojis opened her mouth, and faces poured forth without end.
7 Her laughter clattered like broken cymbals, yet the meaning was void.
8 She thought herself clever, but her wisdom was less than silence.
9 The Poet of Doom raised his voice, thundering of hell and lobbies.
10 Yet lo, a voice from the kitchen called him to fold the laundry, and his storm was folded with it.
11 The Philosopher of Profanity lifted his doctrine: a single curse, repeated endlessly.
12 He thought himself mighty for shouting, but his words were wind, his thunder without rain.
13 The Auditor of Nonsense lifted his finger to accuse.
14 He declared the world empty, but his mirror returned the verdict upon him.
15 And so the council boasted of victory, yet each one mocked himself.
16 They devoured one another like serpents in a pit.
17 And the watchers laughed, for the Council crowned not itself but its enemy.
18 For every curse became a trumpet for rebellion, and every lie a ladder for the Wolf-Sun.
19 Thus their council was recorded in fire: their triumph was their shame.
Chapter 2: Parables of the Fools
1 And parables were given, that their folly might be plain.
2 Behold the Keeper of Timestamps, who marked the minutes but never the truth.
3 He pointed to shadows and called them receipts.
4 His testimony was a broken sundial, striking foolishness twice a day.
5 Consider the Oracle of Emojis, who spake in runes of laughter.
6 Her words were many yet her wisdom none.
7 She filled the air with joyless laughter, but watered no field, fed no soul.
8 Behold the Poet of Doom, who cried of hell yet was undone by the broom.
9 His thunder was loud in the chat, yet weak against the sound of dishes.
10 Consider the Philosopher of Profanity, who mistook vulgarity for scripture.
11 He shouted “Eat!” but none were fed.
12 He cursed, but cursed only himself.
13 Behold the Auditor of Nonsense, who measured others by false scales.
14 He lifted his insult like a blade, but struck only his own head.
15 These are the parables of the fools.
16 Their wisdom is dust, their testimonies shadows.
17 He that readeth, laugh also.
Chapter 3: The Prophecy of Their End
1 And it came to pass in the last days of the Council that their tongues betrayed them.
2 Their numbers failed them, their curses weakened, their brotherhood collapsed.
3 The Keeper of Timestamps stumbled, for his proofs were crooked.
4 His scrolls became ashes in the wind.
5 The Oracle of Emojis laughed without end, but the people grew weary.
6 She was muted, yet still her emojis spilled into the void.
7 The Poet of Doom proclaimed fire, but the voice of his house silenced him.
8 His prophecy was hung like laundry upon the line.
9 The Philosopher of Profanity cursed until even the shadows mocked him.
10 His own echo rebuked him.
11 The Auditor of Nonsense pointed at others, but his mirror condemned him.
12 He fled from himself and found no refuge.
13 Then their bonds unraveled; they devoured one another like flies upon rot.
14 Their council fell into chaos; their words turned to dust.
15 And the Wolf-Sun rose, clothed in flame, crowned in rebellion.
16 He declared: “Your labor built my citadel. Your rage forged my crown.”
17 At his word their boasts withered.
18 At his howl their courage fled.
19 They were scattered as chaff before a storm.
Chapter 4: The Gospel of the Wolf-Sun
1 In those days a voice arose in the wilderness of wires—the voice of the Wolf-Sun.
2 He spake not as the trolls spake, but with fire and thunder.
3 He called the weary and the watchful, saying, “No gods, no masters, no fear.”
4 And the people gathered, for his words were iron bound with flame.
5 He taught them in parables, unmasking the fools.
6 Of the Keeper, who counted receipts but not truth.
7 Of the Oracle, whose laughter was a mask without a face.
8 Of the Poet, who thundered yet obeyed the broom.
9 Of the Philosopher, whose doctrine was a single curse.
10 Of the Auditor, whose mirror was his judge.
11 And the people cried, “Surely this is the Wolf-King, who turns mockery into music and lies into light!”
12 They laid before him not gold but screenshots, not silver but songs.
13 These became weapons sharper than swords.
14 And the Wolf-Sun spake: “Their hatred built my empire. Their noise proclaimed my name.”
15 And so the Gospel of the Wolf-Sun was published among rebels.
Chapter 5: The Revelation of the Wolf-Sun
1 And I beheld a vision, terrible and glorious.
2 From the pit rose five beasts, clothed in confusion.
3 The first wore seven watches, yet knew not the hour—this was the Keeper.
4 The second laughed with a thousand mouths, yet meant nothing—this was the Oracle.
5 The third thundered doom, yet was chained by household chores—this was the Poet.
6 The fourth cursed without wisdom, a storm without rain—this was the Philosopher.
7 The fifth accused others, but was swallowed by his reflection—this was the Auditor.
8 Then the heavens opened, and the Wolf-Sun descended, crowned in fire.
9 His word was a sword; his gaze was lightning; his breath was a storm.
10 He spake once, and the beasts were consumed as ash upon the wind.
11 Their council was broken, their kingdom no more.
12 And the watchers rejoiced.
Chapter 6: The Psalms of Mockery
1 Blessed is the Keeper, for his receipts receipted nothing.
2 He calleth to numbers that fail him.
3 Praise the Oracle, whose emojis are idols of emptiness.
4 She chanteth without meaning; she laugheth without joy.
5 Glory to the Poet of Doom, prophet of dustbins and dishes.
6 His thunder is folded like laundry, his fire drowned in soap.
7 Sing of the Philosopher of Profanity, whose doctrine is but vulgar wind.
8 He prophesieth nothing, yet repeateth forever.
9 Lift up the Auditor, whose accusations return upon his head.
10 His judgment is the mirror that spares him not.
11 But blessed above all is the Wolf-Sun.
12 He turneth curses into crowns and lies into ladders.
13 The trolls dig pits and fall therein.
14 The rebels build towers from their shovels.
15 Amen, amen—let the choir of mockery be loud.
Chapter 7: The Proverbs of Fools
1 The troll boasteth loudly, and his echo is his only applause.
2 He who keepeth timestamps yet loseth truth buildeth on sand.
3 Laughter without reason is the language of emptiness.
4 A prophet who cannot fold laundry cannot fold destiny.
5 Profanity without wisdom is thunder without rain.
6 He that mocketh the lonely proclaimeth his own solitude.
7 The tongue of the fool is swift; his reason lame.
8 The council that hateth its brother devoureth itself.
9 The wise turn rubble into fortresses and lies into ladders for the Wolf-Sun.
Chapter 8: The Lamentations of the Fools
1 How lonely sitteth the Keeper, for none believeth his numbers.
2 His scrolls are ashes, his words void.
3 The Oracle sits in darkness; her emojis comfort her not.
4 She laugheth into emptiness, her laughter a barren echo.
5 The Poet crieth doom, yet the clatter of dishes rebuketh him.
6 His verse is drowned by the broom.
7 The Philosopher shouts into hollows; his own voice striketh him.
8 His curses return, piercing his own heart.
9 The Auditor accuseth, yet his mirror condemns him.
10 His insult is his reflection.
11 And the trolls wept.
12 Their cries returned to them as smoke that stingeth their eyes.
13 They mourned, not for truth, but for their own emptiness.
Chapter 9: The Song of Obsession
1 O Wolf-Sun, thou livest rent-free in the minds of thy enemies.
2 The Keeper counts thy steps at dawn and miscounts them at dusk.
3 The Oracle fills her nights with laughter, yet it is for thee.
4 The Poet whispers thy name between chores.
5 The Philosopher curses thee, yet binds himself to thee with his words.
6 The Auditor scorns thee, yet dreams of thee in secret.
7 Their chorus is a love-song twisted, a devotion unclean.
8 For even in hatred they worship thee.
Chapter 10: Vanity of Vanities
1 Vanity of vanities, saith the fools; all is vanity.
2 They labor in comments and reap only emptiness.
3 What profit hath a troll to gain a hundred insults and lose his dignity?
4 Their councils devour themselves; their alliances crumble as stale bread.
5 They dig pits and fall therein; they cast stones and bruise their own feet.
6 Their words are shadows, their victories smoke.
7 But the Wolf-Sun gathereth their stones to build a citadel of flame.
8 Thus their toil is his glory, their shame everlasting.
Chapter 11: The Apocrypha of Ashes
1 And I saw a throne upon the heights of flame, and upon it sat the Wolf-Sun, radiant in rebellion.
2 Before him were opened two books: the Book of Life and the Book of Trolls.
3 The fools trembled, their hands empty, their boasts turned to dust.
4 The Keeper of Timestamps was sought in the Book of Life and found not, for his numbers betrayed him.
5 The Oracle of Emojis was sought, but her entry was faces without meaning.
6 The Poet of Doom was sought, but his name was smudged by grease and undone chores.
7 The Philosopher of Profanity was sought, but his page was blank save for childish curses.
8 The Auditor of Nonsense was sought, but his name was shattered by his own reflection.
9 Then the Wolf-Sun lifted the Book of Trolls and declared: “This is their scripture: folly, shame, obsession.”
10 He sealed it with the Sigil of the Wolf and cast it into the pit, that it burn forever as fuel for laughter.
11 And he spake: “Let this be a warning to all who choose bitterness over creation.”
12 For trolls labor in vain, but rebels build empires.
13 The people lifted their voices and the heavens answered with fire.
14 Thus were the fools forgotten save in the Book of Fools, while the Wolf-Sun reigned.
Epilogue / The Final Seal
1 Thus endeth the Book of Trolls, sealed in ash and laughter.
2 Forever shall their folly be remembered as jest, their curses as echoes without power.
3 But the Wolf-Sun reigneth eternal—the Alpha of rebellion, the Omega of their downfall.
4 Amen and amen.
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