The assassin bowed in front of the high priest. They were on the outskirts of the city, in a dodgy shack. There was an array of people. All of their faces were covered. The assassin had never seen anyone, and did not know them in the town. She only knew them by their names, and the colour of the cloth which covered their faces. There was another assassin who wore a red cloth over his place. He had a lot of experience, and he would further help her in the art of stealth. Whatever the assassin had learnt had been on her own, and he would help refine her technique.
“I have done the task your eminence.” The assassin said, pleased with herself.
The Akan priest was long dead. The task had been pretty simple. The assassin was supposed to poison the priests water. After that, the job was as good as done. While the priest was choking to death which she had expected him to, she would have to sneak in and etch the pentacle on the wall. The image would gruesome, but the assassin would be satisfied in the very least.
What had actually happened was that, the priest had never got poisoned. He was waiting for her when she came, and she propped him up against the wall and slit his throat.
The high satanist was a man of great stature, the rest of the members of the brotherhood obeyed him without question. No one had ever seen his face. No one had ever seen each other’s face, and even though one could get curious, there was nothing they could do. The identities of the members were intact, and safe.
“Very good” and then he announced, “Everyone welcome this man to the group, he calls himself the assassin, and that is the role he will undertake.
No one knew 'he' was actually a she. The assassin didn't want to find out what they would do to her if she turned herself in. It was lucky that everyone kept their faces covered, or they would have discovered her as easily as they would have had her killed.
She had chosen this life, because she wanted to be free from her family. She believed in his eminence, and she would serve him faithfully. She also believed that the Akan's were too superstitious for their own good, and wanted to serve Satan to be liberated. Until now, she had been all but disappointed.
Satan represents the common people. Unlike the Christian churches and all of their vast wealth, pomp, and ceremonial show, Satan does not expect his people to have expensive items for ritual. If all you have is yourself, this is fine with Satan. He understands. Satan, who is our True Creator God has given us everything we need within ourselves. Satan represents and stands for self-efficiency and personal empowerment to where we can control our own lives and destinies without having to slavishly worship or rely upon something outside of ourselves. Satan gives us the knowledge we need to access the power within. Satan helps us to become powerful. Satan helps people rise.
“Today we will start a basic ritual to accept the assassin into our cult.” the high priest said.
“In the Name of Satan, Ruler of the Earth, True God, Almighty and Ineffable, who hast created man to reflect in Thine own image and likeness, I invite the Forces of Darkness to bestow their infernal power upon me. Open the Gates of Hell to come forth to greet the assassin as your Brother and friend.”
“Deliver me O Mighty Satan from all past error and delusion, fill me with truth, wisdom and understanding, keep me strong in my faith and service, that I may abide always in Thee with Praise,
Honour and Glory be given Thee forever and ever.” Everyone chanted.
And with that, a chalice was passed around from which everyone took a gulp. The assassin almost choked on it, but she had to hold herself back. The liquid was the mostly ghastly thing she had ever tasted, and that was saying something. It made her throat burn, and tears crept into her eyes. Luckily, they shack was dark, and no one noticed them.
She was into the brotherhood. She felt thrilled. Free. So this is what freedom is, she thought to herself.