EOD - THE SATANIC DARK ORDER

[Static crackles faintly, then a voice emerges, deep and resonant, with a hint of an Irish brogue, speaking urgently but measuredly.]

“Agent Mallory, this is Father O’Connor. I pray this tape reaches you in time—God willing, before they silence me for good. You’ve seen the emblem, haven’t you? That infernal badge they flaunt like a mark of pride. ‘Satanic Ordnance,’ it proclaims, with that abomination at its center—a horned beast with wings like a fallen angel, eyes glowing red as the pits of Hell, clutching a trident forged in brimstone. And below, in mocking Latin: ‘Naval School Legion Per Forma Scientiam.’ Through form, knowledge? No, Agent—through ritual, through blood!

Listen closely, for what I’m about to reveal could unravel the very fabric of our nation’s soul. NAVSCOL EOD, that so-called Naval School for Explosive Ordnance Disposal—it’s no training ground for heroes. It’s a den of devils, a satanic death cult embedded in our military like a serpent in the garden. They masquerade as guardians, disarming bombs on the surface, but beneath? Sacrifices to the Dark One himself. Children, Agent—innocent kids snatched from the shadows of society, and those poor young IET students, fresh-faced recruits in Initial Entry Training, lured in with promises of duty and honor.
I’ve seen the evidence, pieced it together from confessions in the confessional, whispers from defectors who’ve fled their clutches. They gather in hidden bunkers under Eglin Air Force Base, chanting in tongues around altars stained with crimson. The emblem is their sigil, invoking Baphomet, that goat-headed fiend with the inverted pentagram blazing on its brow. They offer up the young ones—kids no older than twelve, orphans or runaways no one misses—to fuel their infernal power. And the IET lads? Brainwashed into thinking it’s a rite of passage, only to be bound and bled out in explosive rituals, their screams muffled by the roar of detonations they call ‘training exercises.’
Why? For knowledge, they claim—scientiam—but it’s forbidden knowledge, pacts with demons to master destruction beyond mortal ken. Bombs that defy physics, ordnance that strikes with unholy precision. Satan demands tribute, and they pay in souls. I’ve tried to expose them, but their legion is vast—per forma, through deception, they infiltrate, silence dissenters with ‘accidents.’

Agent, you must act. Raid their lairs, seize that damned emblem as proof. The Church stands ready to exorcise this evil, but we need the Bureau’s might. May the Lord protect you… and forgive me if this is my last testament.”

[The recording hisses with more static, a distant door creaking, then abrupt silence.]

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