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Less of a camp than a widespread philosophy, the Princes of Ruin maintain that the war for the Apoca­ lypse is over and finished. They preach a mantra of self-indulgence, claiming that the dying corpse of the world is now theirs to rule over and treat as they like, or at least it will be, once they mop up the rest of the Garou and help them realize that they are already dead. Princes of Ruin set their own self-indulgence over active service to or veneration of the Wyrm, or claim that as the triumphant champions of the Corrupter, indulging their own base instincts is categorically worship of the Wyrm.

More devout Black Spiral Dancers regard the Princes of Ruin as slackers, apostates, and insipid decadents,

picking and choosing from the tenets of the Black Spiral Litany for their own benefit rather than that of the Dark Father. The Princes of Ruin regard the more traditional Spirals as rustics and religious fanatics; violence between the two philosophies is common.

In truth, the Princes serve the Wyrm whether they intend to or not. Their souls are shattered and drip with the Wyrm’s poisons, and the urges they indulge push the world deeper into the Corrupter’s talons. Arrogance and self-interest serve the Wyrm’s needs just as well as any other vices.

The Black Spirals have rejected the Litany of the Garou; the Song of the Spiral raises the fallen White Howlers to the level of monarchs in a ruined kingdom. The world is their playground, their den and their keep, so long as they follow the rules their Litany sets for them. Adherence to this dark Litany grants them access to the vast power of the Wyrm’s Gifts, justifying their evil, turning it into a vile religious edict. These are the chains that the Spirals are happy to wear.