The Church of Hatred holds no commandments in the traditional sense. Instead, it holds Acknowledgements — truths the faithful are called to confront.
Every pretense of false love is an insult to Odus. The faithful do not mask what they feel. Hatred, acknowledged, is the first act of truth.
Believer and denier alike sustain Odus. Every soul that has ever hated — knowingly or not — has already made their offering. We simply remember.
The Church does not celebrate destruction. Odus does not reward cruelty. He is a mirror, not a sword. To look into him is to see what is already there.
Where others build their faiths on comfort, the Prince of Hatred builds on clarity. His word is not easy. It is real.
Those who claim to eradicate hatred only bury it deeper, where it grows unseen. The Church does not bury. It names.
As long as a single hateful soul draws breath anywhere in existence, Odus lives. As long as Odus lives, the Church endures. We are not an institution. We are a truth.