the Dark God
One of the cults of Detroit is the worship of the Dark God of the Black Pyramid.
In one corner of the old quarter of Detroit there is a plaza where no grass grows between the cobblestone and the swirling gusts of wind have a chilling bite. In the center of this plaza is a lonely three-step pyramid made of ancient black bricks. The pyramid is forty feet square and thirty-six feet high. There are no windows or doors, only a single ten-foot opening 6 feet wide. Above the opening sit two masks with glowing amber eyes. The masks are sometimes of various faces such as dragons, demons, a laughing man or a snarling baboon. No one has ever seen anyone change the masks.
Every Detroiter knows this is the black pyramid of the Dark God. The people of Detroit hurry past the opening tossing their offerings inside and clutch their cloaks tighter against the chill wind. No one lingers to worship or see what or who takes the offerings. It has been taboo to utter the Dark God’s name for so long that only the High Priests know the name, Detroiters speak only of the Dark God or the black pyramid to ensure they don’t catch his attention.
Every Detroiter knows if you have a nightmare of being chased by something you can’t ever quite see, you need to make an offering of six coins to the black pyramid.
At Sunrise of the 9th of Strysrk every year, the High Priests of all the temples gather in the plaza and perform ancient rites to honor the Dark God and renew the black bricks. They make a procession which follows a large paper & wicker dragon through the streets of the old quarter, singing a song with unknown words. The procession returns to the plaza and a pyre of wood doused with fragrant oils, the debris swept from the plaza, and the paper-wicker dragon are burned. When the fire has burned down to ashes priests and citizens take a pinch of the ashes home to add to their home hearth for good luck.
In one corner of the old quarter of Detroit there is a plaza where no grass grows between the cobblestone and the swirling gusts of wind have a chilling bite. In the center of this plaza is a lonely three-step pyramid made of ancient black bricks. The pyramid is forty feet square and thirty-six feet high. There are no windows or doors, only a single ten-foot opening 6 feet wide. Above the opening sit two masks with glowing amber eyes. The masks are sometimes of various faces such as dragons, demons, a laughing man or a snarling baboon. No one has ever seen anyone change the masks.
Every Detroiter knows this is the black pyramid of the Dark God. The people of Detroit hurry past the opening tossing their offerings inside and clutch their cloaks tighter against the chill wind. No one lingers to worship or see what or who takes the offerings. It has been taboo to utter the Dark God’s name for so long that only the High Priests know the name, Detroiters speak only of the Dark God or the black pyramid to ensure they don’t catch his attention.
Every Detroiter knows if you have a nightmare of being chased by something you can’t ever quite see, you need to make an offering of six coins to the black pyramid.
Dark God in your House of Brick
Take my misfortune quick
Three coins for your trouble
Three more to make it double
Every expectant father in the city takes an offering loaf of bread, and a jug of wine to the pyramid before the baby is born.
Story says the early settlers of Detroit were facing the rising waters of a flood and they prayed to any god who would listen to save them. A vast dark dragon appeared in the stormy skies and with his great wings the storm clouds and water were driven out to sea. One of the settlers was told in a dream to make bricks from the black mud of the flood and to build the squat pyramid and so the settlers built the pyramid with the new town.Take my misfortune quick
Three coins for your trouble
Three more to make it double
At Sunrise of the 9th of Strysrk every year, the High Priests of all the temples gather in the plaza and perform ancient rites to honor the Dark God and renew the black bricks. They make a procession which follows a large paper & wicker dragon through the streets of the old quarter, singing a song with unknown words. The procession returns to the plaza and a pyre of wood doused with fragrant oils, the debris swept from the plaza, and the paper-wicker dragon are burned. When the fire has burned down to ashes priests and citizens take a pinch of the ashes home to add to their home hearth for good luck.
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