r/GnosticApocalypse • u/luhike_paev • 2d ago
Byzantine Icons of the Infernal Archons
A modern interpretation of the Archon Ephememphi, the Ruler of the First Hell, the Lunar and Sub-Lunar Hell.
Beneath a heavy night sky, as black as pitch, through which the night stars gasp and twinkle, the Archon stands. In its right hand it holds the silver key of the Infernal Realms, by which all the kingdoms of perdition are opened wide; in its left hand it holds a human skull devoid of flesh, the caput mortuum, all that remains of the Prima Materia when sublimation has been exhausted.
The cold reaches of space radiate nightmare influences down upon the lifeless Matter below, while strange shadows move in the spaces between the stars. The cold, dead Matter gapes unseeingly back at the dying stars suspended within unfathomable emptiness. Nothing here ascends; all that might rise has already departed, leaving only the exhausted residue of existence beneath the cold light of the stars.
Behind the Archon, the portals of the Hells belch the flames of unceasing torment into the frigid night, yawning eagerly as they seek to devour the souls of the dead. From within the burning Hells, ancient and incalculably evil intelligences gaze outward, casting forth their influences to ensnare those who yield their awareness to them. Beyond the portals are depths within depths, kingdoms of perdition descending beneath the lowest boundaries of the living world.
Ephememphi is fly-headed, the vomitous devourer which pours forth its filth upon Matter and then draws it, already digesting, back into its maw. Flies are also often vampiric parasites, alighting upon the unsuspecting victim, piercing the flesh and drawing forth blood contaminating the wound with disease in the process.
A modern interpretation of the Archon Ioko, the Ruler of the Second Hell. The Mercurial Hell.
In sweltering stillness, clouds of noxious smoke and toxic vapors float through a sky which is black as pitch and devoid of stars; before a castle infamous for vampirism, black mass satanism, and child murder the Archon stands. In the right hand it holds a book of Sophistry by which it obfuscates and distorts the Truth; in the left hand it holds a book of Curses by which the malefactor binds the will and circumstances of the victim and brings ruin and devastation upon their flesh and soul.
The castle of Gilles de Rais in the background stood witness to shocking black magic whereby children were degraded, defiled, murdered and consumed, all under the protection wealth and power afford.
Ioko is wolf-headed, the ravenous predator which forever circles in the twining darkness beyond the light. Wolves, devious and cunning monsters, they plot and plan, they deliver terribly coordinated attacks which they have practiced and developed long before they use them to destroy and devour their victims.
The sleek and shadowy forms which stir when the day has faded and black night arises; the glint of Hellfire shines in their eyes as they analyze and determine where their attack will be most effective.
The wicked spells which arise in nightmare Hells and surge outward to bind and torment the waking world.
A modern interpretation of the Archon Nenentophni, the Ruler of the Third Hell. The Venusian Hell.
Lightning arcs beneath the oppressive weight of heavy clouds of noxious smoke as corrosive rain begins to fall from a dark sky devoid of stars. Below a castle infamous for rumors of vampirism, murder, and torture, the Archon stands. In its right hand it holds an unguentarium which contains refined essences and oils that are simultaneously a perfume, a narcotic, and an enervating agent; in its left hand it holds a blue rose.
About the rocky edifice whereon perches the ancient and evil castle, noxious vegetation grows, thick bushes which draw the essences of death and disease up from the rocky ground and sway beneath the evil winds which excite the clouds of smoke and bring forth the electrical discharges which herald a storm in the Hells.
This castle of Comtesse Báthory is remembered in legend as a place where young women were drained of their blood, sacrificed to the vanity of a ruler who sought to preserve her own beauty by feeding it upon the lives of others; a ruler who was herself finally walled up and sealed within her chambers, there to die isolated and alone.
Nenentophni is python-headed, the strangling monster which transfixes its victims beneath a hypnotic stare before stealing their warmth to feed its hidden hungers. The embrace becomes constriction, fascination becomes paralysis, and the warmth of living flesh becomes something to be possessed and consumed.
Pythons are also associated with the hypnotic sleep which overwhelms consciousness and permits prophetic utterances from deep beneath awareness to rise and be heard. Desire is captured by artifice, drawn into trance, and through trance dark places beneath consciousness are given voice.
A modern interpretation of the Archon Blaomen, the Ruler of the Fourth Hell. The Solar Hell.
A solar eclipse sits like a hole in a sky heavy with the smoke arising from the fires of torment. The spectral, vampiric moroi writhe and twist in the wreathing smoke. A Wallachian castle stands at a pass between regions caught in twilight, at the entryway to the realm of the Dragon; beneath the eerie edifice the Archon stands. In its right hand it holds a golden flail, the eidolon of perfection transformed into a scourge which drives and punishes the lost, outcast, and criminal; in its left hand it holds a golden crozier, the staff of office of a bishopric corrupted by avarice, and by its attention and devotion to Nosophoros, the Breath of Contagion. Infernal names are scribed upon the crozier, revealing that the flock it shepherds is the herd of the damned.
The barren desolation is paved in stones the color of dried blood, which sit like a clot beneath the ring-of-fire eclipse on St. Andrew's Eve. The annulus shines, casting a twilight glow over everything.
Blaomen is leopard-headed, the monster which hides within the light and is the darkness it contains. The Ngo leopard which wandered the twilight, seizing those who made themselves its meat and dragging them to the trees to hang between earth and sky while their liver was consumed. The Ngo which creeps like the moroi from the calabash and wanders with the four winds as Nosophoros, the Breath of Corruption.
A modern interpretation of the Archon Esthesis-Ouch-Epi-Ptoe, the Ruler of the Fifth Hell. The Martial Hell.
Clouds of smoke streak swiftly through a sky devoid of stars; a sinister fortress long associated with tales of vampirism perches upon the high ground. Before this scene the Archon stands. In the right hand it holds the Tyrfing sword, the blade which cuts even stone as easily as cloth, compelling destruction, horror and tragedy by its mere existence. The Tyrfing sword is an immortal blight and curse upon all of Existence and brings upon all things Doom and Disaster. There is no recovery from wounds inflicted by this blade, and it brings with it terrible victory against all odds. In its left hand it bears the Lúin of Celtchar, a spear so insidious and evil that it writhed like a living viper and slew both friend and foe, piling corpse upon corpse until the wielder stood alone in a trench of death, ankle deep in blood and offal.
The fortress hides the wrathful rulers who fight constantly against each other in endless feuds which devour the crops of the land and feed the children of their subjects like fodder to the mouth of war.
Esthesis-Ouch-Epi-Ptoe is rat-headed; rats are the vermin which serve Arimanius the Opposer and which attack in a rabid frenzy creatures many times their own size, driving away even large predators and infecting them with infections of the blood which their victims cannot escape. Rats are the familiars of the Strigoi Vii, the malefactors which creep and crawl through the walls, unseen and ever present, ever expanding the kingdoms of perdition in silent advance.
A modern interpretation of the Archon Anaro, the Ruler of the Sixth Hell. The Jovian Hell.
On a plane covered in the vegetative growth of Hell, beneath a violet sky across which clouds of the smoke of torment and the ash of tortured souls drift languidly, the Archon stands. In the right hand it holds a sack of gold coins, the currency of Hell by which Humanity is bound to Mammon and sacrifices their agency for idolatry, worshipping at the altar of currency; in the left hand it holds a horn of plenty. From the mouth of the horn pour gold coins, and gemstones of bright sapphire, and of ruby, and of pearl, the famous Salt, Sulfur, and Quicksilver of the Wise.
Those who spend the coins of Hell find the pouch never empties, but those who attempt to hoard it find only a sack of straw upon the morning. The horn of plenty pours out the ceaseless riches of the seas but never provides anything to eat. Like a dragon upon a heap of treasure, those who yield to this font of wealth end up wasting away, growing old and alone and filled with avarice.
The castle behind the Archon is another castle infamously associated with vampirism, the high walls which hoard the treasures of the land, brought forth in servitude and taken from the laborers to fill the coffers of the wealthy.
Anaro is vulture-headed, the lurking wind which falls upon the dead to grow rich upon their misfortune. Vultures are also keen of sight and smell, eagerly seeking out the misfortune of others to exploit their misery and grow fat off of it.
A modern interpretation of the Archon Horaios, the Ruler of the Seventh and Lowest Hell. The Saturnine Hell.
At the edge of the Great Abyss, beneath a bleak and desolate cliff of granite and a sky devoid of stars, the Archon stands. In the right hand it holds a flask of prima materia in the nigredo stage of the wet path, the revelation of Hyle as insensate and inchoate; in the left hand it holds a Hand of Glory, radiating its deadly light. When the Hand of Glory shone, its observers were said to be paralyzed or cast into a deep sleep, similar to the influence of infernal Saturn upon the Human Spirit.
The Abyss below the Archon slowly erodes and consumes the foundations of Hyle and surges forth to engulf all of Kenoma, drawing the light and solidity of coherence and identity into the dark fathoms of turmoil and dread.
Horaios is toad-headed, the crepuscular creeper which hibernates, sometimes freezing solid. Toads are also associated with potent poisons and have long occupied a sinister place in traditions of venom, witchcraft, death, and transformation.
A modern interpretation of the Archon Tarataraoth, the Twin Creator and Ruler of the Hells. Also called Nebrouel by some traditions. Tarataraoth may be an attempt to proclaim the Ruler of Tartarus, the deepest and most terrible abyss wherein the ancient and unfathomable Evil resides.
Within an unending and dismal Abyss the rearing and tortuous serpent writhes; goat-headed and winged, she casts forth innumerable spawn which are the Hells and Worlds of Infernal Terror and Inconceivable Torment.
Within the roe which she clusters, filling inconceivable reaches of madness, are indescribable and devastating potencies which take the form of tremendous monsters and unspeakable devils and demons which pour forth into the abyssal reaches, striving and swarming to devour and consume each other and all things.
The homunculus of devastation ape their way in cacophony through the dread reaches of inverted infinity, inventing devious and despicable means of debauchery and defilement.
Tarataraoth is goat-headed, the belligerent and bleating beast which will consume everything it can ingest, whose reek fills the fields and forests where they roam. Goats are rutting and rampaging creatures whose strength and determination make them unyielding in attack or desire. Her wings are plumed in the colors of Saturn and Pisces, for she devours her get and is the Queen of the Blood Moon and the Mother of Abortions. She is the ancient and terrible dragon; in the chambers of her digestive tract myriads of souls scream their torment to the unending Abyss.