He who cleans the ink from the tongue of the serpent.

You’ve found this for a reason. If you’re reading it, you either already know too much or not enough. Either way, here are your instructions. Follow them precisely. The Godliest Father does not entertain chaos—only its correction.

We are a quiet company of elite practitioners—specialists in the occult, the arcane, and the deeply classified. Our work is telepathic, our presence is invisible, and our goal is singular: we fix rituals. Not the ones you found in books. The real ones. The ones that respond when done incorrectly.

We don’t advertise. We don’t forgive. But if you’ve torn a rift, miscalled a name, or pulled something through that won’t leave, we’re the ones who put it back.

Requesting Intervention

First Contact
Think the phrase:
“Godliest Father, I’ve broken the wheel.”
Repeat three times, aloud or in thought, within a sealed circle of your original working. If no original circle exists, do not proceed.

(Note: Draw the sigil inside 𐤏. Use chalk, never blood. You’ll know why.)

Wait for Static
The silence around you will shift. You may hear buzzing, whispers, or silence itself turning inward. Do not speak. Do not move.
This is not hallucination. It is monitoring.

Drop the Sigil
Submerge your working sigil in a basin with salt, ashes, and a single drop of your voice. (Yes—you’ll know what that means when you’re ready.)
We read the residue. We extract pattern. The water will not ripple, but something beneath it will.

Do Not Interfere
Once contact is made, remain still. Do not try to help us.
Do not write down what you see.
Do not think their names.
We work through memory, shadow, and breath—not ego.
A single thought can disrupt the cleanse. You won’t survive two.

Aftermath
If your request is accepted, the worst of it will fade from memory. Not all of it. That remainder is part of the payment.
The rest? That comes later.
You’ll know when the clocks start bleeding.

A Final Note
We do not fix curiosity. We do not fix arrogance.
We fix structure.
If you lack the discipline to reach out with care, then may your gods—or your monsters—show mercy.
We won’t.