By Arthur-Trevor D.M. Lasher (atlasher@ix.netcom.com) (4, July 1995)
There are no explicit answers for why the Abaddonites have fallen from favour, but noted Sabbat scholars -- including Abrimalech D'Oevre of Clan Tzimisce -- point out that, of the Sicariot's six Clans, the Childer of Abaddon have almost always been at the forefront of controversy, whether theological (whether or not to accept the Cathari within the framework of the Thornite faith) or political (the Sabbat Civil Wars). Even today, the Abaddonites seem to curry towards the radical end of the spectrum, as most of their kind are linked in some way, shape or form to the Loyalist movement. Abrimalech hypothesised that the Regent, seeking greater control over the Sicariot and hoping to exert this control using the Subsect's faith as a tool, has begun a Purge of their ranks. If this is true, the Abaddonites are quite possibly high on her list of those to be removed -- most probably by their own Sicariot sub-sectmates.
Other scholars, however, sense something even more sinister in the dwindling numbers of Abaddonites. Some Inquisitors have, in hushed tones, pointed to the growing taint of the Path of Evil Revelations within the Abaddonite Clan. This double heresy (Sicariot are, to the man, sworn members of the Path of Thorns) has led some to suggest (though never within earshot of an Abaddonite) that the priestly class of the Sicariot is slowly being subsumed by the dark masters beyond the Pale. No one really knows...and no one is willing to ask too many questions, either. It is rumoured that two delegations of Inquisitors have disappeared into the subterranean depths of Constantinople, the Unholy See of all Thornites.
..they have too many secrets to keep.
Once, every six years, the entire Clan gathers in a massive religious event called a Concilium at the Thornites' Unholy See in Constantinople (no one refers to the city as 'Istanbul', not even ex-Muslims). No non-Abaddonite is allowed entry, even though the decisions made during the Concilium effect all Thornites and not just the Abaddonites. Ominously, there has been no call for a Concilium in eighteen years. The Regent, always wary of the religious fanatics that are the Sicariot, is beginning to wonder...
Secretly, there are other actions which will allow an Abaddonite to gain a higher quality of Prestige than other, more mundane, acts. All Abaddonites of high enough stature (not Status, but something acquired over time, study and diligence) know of the Gnosis: the Unholy Secrets of the Thornite faith, and the horrors that lie ahead as Gehenna fast approaches. Any action taken to position the Abaddonite Clan so as to take advantage of the coming turmoil is looked upon as worth more than any number of souls acquired to the Thornite belief.
Tzimisce: They are of common thought as us, but their blood is tainted. Drink not from their veins, at least, not until we can ascertain as to the reason for this taint. Already, too many of our number have fallen silent after sharing with the Fiends' in Vaulderie. The Antipater is hard at work on a solution to this problem. Until then, be wary of them. Pity them, though, for they are our deepest of soul mates.
Assamite antitribu: The Sicarii were formed to counter the influence of the Assamite in the Black Hand. Our memory runs long. Do not trust them. Ours is a singular task, often parallel to theirs and yet at odds with them. You cannot know to whom their loyalty lies.
Brujah antitribu: Politics makes strange bedfellows, especially when matters of the faith are added to the mixture. They are our ideological allies, but they are heretics all the same. Theirs is the joy of anarchy bordering on nihilism, while we prefer the freedom of faith from the diktat of reason and stifling and corrupt bureaucracy that seems to pervade the Sabbat.
Gangrel antitribu: Animals, all, nevermind the distinctions between themselves. If, by chance, you can convert them, do so. But do not hold up for a miracle. These simple folk would rather cavort with the Lupines than pay heed to their Dark Nature. Fools.
Malkavian antitribu: They know. Heed them whenever you can.
Nosferatu antitribu: Dangerous heretics, almost on par with the traitorous Lasombra. In addition, they flirt with ideological impurity, minding the business of their Camarilla brethren rather than paying attention to their own kind. Their day is coming. Until then, stay clear of them.
Panders: 'Blessed are the confused, for theirs is the purity of ignorance.' Epistle of Avarice, 1:2. Don't worry about them, no one else does.
Ravnos antitribu: Rodents.
Serpents of the Light: By the False Prophet, if there is one mistake I will curse myself for always it is acquiescing to the induction of the Snakes into the Sabbat. We will all rue that day. They should have been exterminated to the man in a Crusade ages ago.
Toreador antitribu: Yes, and where will you go when the gold ceases to glimmer, the paint loses its colour, and all you have left is the fading -- but eternal -- memory of fleeting desires and high cultured friends, hmm? So shallow, so desperately shallow.
Tremere antitribu: So sad, they. As blatantly artificial as the Panders, and yet having managed to acquire respectability the Panders will never acquire. That, however, makes them no less unworthy of alliance. They will burn in Gehenna.
Ventrue antitribu: A remnant, true, but our most steadfast allies outside of the Sicarii Clans. Few of them hold to the True Faith, but at least their hearts are in the right place. Command all your efforts to secure their allegiance and attempt to convert them at every opportunity. Now is not the time to hold back. Help them help us. The Sicariot, the Sabbat, and all Kindred depend on whether or not we can win them over in toto.
The Black Hand: There is the stench of heresy about them. We do not know exactly from whence it came, but it is there nonetheless. Be exceedingly careful around them, and befriend them not, lest you be drawn into whatever conspiracy they weave.
The Camarilla: Our foe, above all others. They are the most supreme of fools. When Gehenna comes, and the Antediluvians lap them up like pearls on a string, what then will the survivors cry out? 'I didn't know! I didn't know!' Damn them for their ignorance. The knowledge is there for those who seek to know. Otherwise, let them rot.