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Belial.

Wicked One.

Without a Master.

Spirit of Worthlessness.

Beliya’al.

Never-Ascending.

Lawless One.

Beli’al.

Angel of Enmity whose domain is darkness.

Enemy of gods and masters.

Beliar.

Matanbucus.

Mastemo.

Chief Evil.

Beli-ol.

Without a yoke, without shackles.

Immortal Resistor.

Ruler of this world.

Belili.

Trespasser Beyond The Gates.

Disperser of Tyrants.

Nighttime Ruler of the Underworld.

Baal-Ial.

Lord of Arrogance.

Torrent of Death.

Itz Ra-Cha Belial!

Friend, with these words, with the pronouncement of his names and attestation of his myths, and with his crown sigil, I have communed with Belial many times.

Mostly, I would summon his aid when I’ve found myself in need, when I have been desperate and forsaken.

Specifically, I would call upon Belial when my illicit actions and illegal ventures had taken bad turns. I would evoke him when I thought that all hope was lost. I have called his name while shackled and imprisoned, and he has always answered, and has always delivered me from bondage.

Belial brings with him armies of the hosts of the underworld when he rises from the pit, a shadow like a black-sand dust storm surrounding him, a shadow made of damned souls.

In the Second Edition of The Goetia, Crowley made the remark that the number of legions governed by Belial was 80, due to Perdurabo’s own magickal work with that demon. I can’t say exactly what is responsible for the discernible increase, but as my Temple filled with unholy spirits, 80 Legions seemed to be quite the understatement.

I immediately questioned these hosts about their numbers, and in the candle-lit Temple I received the unison reply that the Infernal Empire has expanded exponentially and merges with this reality, that these are two realities converging. In the same moment, I recognized that my vocabulary had limited my understanding. “Realities” isn’t even the right word. Parallel dimensions, transcendental realms, planes of existence, and all other such terms commonly thrown into New Age conversation fail when attempting to define what these Gatekeepers call “The Infernal Empire.”

My invocations then turned to supplications. “This is what I need to flesh out, this is what I need to understand,” I told the darkness and the flame. “This is what I need them to show me, so show me this, Belial!”

This Compendium of Belial book and Apocalypse of Belial course exemplify my urgent insistence that the Demonic Gatekeepers, in particular Belial, provide disclosure to me.

I need to know their truth, where they come from, and why they have haunted, mingled with, and shaped humanity for over ten thousand years. But even moreso, I need to know where they take us...

I asked clear, pointed queries in my full-length divination mirror and channeled maddening messages in possession. Come now, discover these answers for yourself...

None may enter into the Infernal Empire without first passing through Belial’s Gate.

Godlike Power,