If you've never joined a dark web discord server. . .
don't make the same mistake I did. What you're about to see today are images, audios and recordings that I captured after joining a clandestine cult called. .
. The Children of Martyrdom. If you have a weak stomach or are easily impressed, I advise you to skip this video.
Go away, because it can be a little tough to watch. But I promise I'll try to break the tension, and not show too rough things. Because otherwise I would take a big strike from youtube, right?
Now that you know. . .
sit on the chair, grab the popcorn and get ready. Because the trip is going to be long, and a little. .
. sinister. No, I'm not crazy like Toddyn, who suddenly wanted to use the dark web tinder to meet psychopathic girls.
For those who know me, you know that I don't even like to mess with these things. . .
I prefer to stay on my own, chilling. . .
safe where there's vitamin D. And man, I thought like that. .
. until something changed everything. First, I had a friend named Caio, who I met on the internet.
I should say I don't have anything bad to say about Caio. We bumped into each other playing PUBG, and since then a very strong friendship has been born. He lived relatively close to me, we always played on call.
. . and also, when I was broke on the month, he always lent me a little money.
. . he's a really reliable person and whose I respect a lot.
Every Friday we got together to play discord, and that was usual. But over time, Caio began to behave strangely. First, he started talking less, being quieter, and stopped logging into his computer.
When I sent a message to ask if something had happened, he always replied he was busy with something. Okay, the life of a young college student is tough. But deep down I knew something wasn't right with Caio.
Fyori: Give a sign of life, man. . .
(did someone clone your number? ) (did someone clone your number? ) (say something) Fyori: How could he disappears out of nowhere?
The first thing I thought of was calling family members, but Caio lived alone, and I didn't have any contact neither his mother nor his father. I thought about calling the police, but I don't know. .
. he could be trolling me, right? I would be ashamed.
Only after racking my brains I made a decision. as I knew Caio's address and where he lived, I decided to take my car and go for his little town, which was only 1 hour away from mine. And of course I'm not stupid, right?
Obviously I took my tech cameras, my FBI audio recorder. . .
and set off on this sinister investigation. (Thursday, 8:33 pm) (Thursday, 8:33 pm) (Towards Caio's house) The trip was faster than I expected. I arrived around 9 pm.
. . and there was Caio's house.
I took the spare key from under the jug, opened the door, and as expected, no sign of him. (door opening) Fyori: Hello? Fyori: Caio?
You there bro? Dude all the lights are on I think he's at home right? Everything was empty and there was still light and TV on.
. . There was rotten food, several bugs, cockroaches walking on.
. . and the fish in the aquarium were also dead.
Lots of weird stuff. But without a doubt the worst was in his room. His computer were all open, with the source, cards, HD, everything broken.
. . as if someone had kind of hit it with a hammer.
How does a guy break into someone's house and destroy his computer? That kind of computer is expensive, like. .
. there are people dreaming of having one then someone comes along and steps on it? !
I don't know, I was still a bit behind on all that. But still I took another look at the house, got the HD, and took it to a computer store, to try to recover the files, and see what the hell was in there! Hey!
Excuse me, good evening. . .
Could you fix this hard-drive? I'm about to finish my workday. Just wanna go home.
But like. . .
this is very important to me you know? There's really no way? I'll have to charge a salty price then.
. . Sure, of course!
Everything went well. . .
the guy recovered the files and moved to a new HD. I got home, plugged it into my PC. .
. and what I found left my jaw dropped. If someone broke into my friend's house, it tried to destroy.
. . this: What you're seeing are images that came from a discord server, called The Sons of Martyrdom the last place my friend Caio had joined before disappearing without leaving a trace.
The most bizarre thing is that it didn't look like a normal server. Apparently, it members gathered in the chat to send pictures of sea-slugs (? ) and also.
. . s3v3red body parts and obviously I won't show it here.
But honestly. . .
those photos don't look like what you find on the top layer of google. The hole was much lower. Besides the screenshots from the server and several meaningless files, I kept scanning the HD, until I found a strange folder.
and that's where I found information, that could explain what the hell that server was. In addition to this photo, which seemed to be the symbol of the cult, and this bizarre file talking about a Ritual of the Princes, there was also a video in the folder called "intro". And of course I wasn't going to miss the chance to watch it.
Okay, what the fuck was that? ! If the photos and video weren't enough, I still had a rather suspicious notepad in that folder.
And it was in the midst of various texts, words, random phrases. . .
that I found a list of server links. And here's the question: did any of them still work? Or better!
Could it be links to this bizarre cult about sea slugs and d*cep4d0s bodies? I'm going to get into this f*cking server. Fyori: Okay, basically I created a new email, to make a new discord account.
I also hired a VPN to hide my IP. Security is never too much, right? I thought I was going to be banned as soon as I joined there.
But on the contrary. . .
I was strangely welcomed by the members. The server name was actually "The Sons of Martyrdom" it had the same symbol that I found on the HD, but to my surprise, it didn't have any gore or tough stuff. It was a regular server.
I was in doubt if that link really led to the same server as the HD, but it didn't make sense to be another one. As I said, the name was the same, and so was the symbol. Man, I didn't understand anything.
Until suddenly a crazy guy arrived and started to glitch my head more. He welcomed me very well and said that the server was like a family. .
. a second home for me. And also explained that the server worshiped a certain Great King, that we needed to surrender to him, go through the process to get rid of suffering and find salvation.
At this point, I was more glitched than Cyberpunk on it's release day. A lot of things didn't add up, but deep down, I knew I was looking for my friend in the right place. For the next few days, I dedicated myself 100% to that cult.
And as expected, it didn't take long for me to notice a few weird things. During the week, people chatted normally. .
. it looked like a normal server. But every Friday night, they gathered in call to worship the Great King.
And things there were kind of bizarre. Leader: . .
. thank all the persons here. Stranger: save the Great King.
Leader: and let's thank and praise. . .
Leader: Hail! Hail the Great King! (indecipherable words) If that f*cking weirdness wasn't enough, at the end of each meeting a specific person was selected by the mods to receive a role.
And then. . .
find freedom. Hm, find freedom. .
. I think I've heard that word before, huh? If you already find this story a little suspicious, it's because you still don't know that when people received that role, they just disappears.
Yeah, that's right. They went missing. Stopped being online out of nowhere.
And ok. . .
from there I started putting my puzzle together. Apparently Caio was on that server and was one of the chosen to get the role. That explains why he started going offline and then suddenly disappeared.
From his own house actually. Okay. .
. we're getting close to something. And that's where an important question comes in: when these people got that role and were freed, where the hell did they go?
I could wait my time to be chosen in the process. But I dunno, it could take many weeks. I needed to find a way to infiltrate there first.
And of course. Obviously, I had a plan. Okay, this is the plan: Basically I wrote down the name of all the users here.
The most active on the server, and who have not yet been chosen to receive the role. I put their name here, the user, the code, all right. And incredible as it may seem, the vast majority of them have public information, like.
. . social network, or facebook link itself.
And you know, with facebook you can get names, second name, location. . .
the person's whole life is there, right? So here's the list with discord user, possible name, social networks. .
. and I'll also add the (supposed) address. If any of these people are chosen to free themselves and receive the role, I'll drive to their house and record everything to take to the police.
The next Friday night, there was another meeting on the server. And as predicted, one of the members of the list was selected. I grabbed my cameras and the FBI recorder again, and headed for the guy's house before anything weird could happen.
I was close to discover the truth behind that mystery cult. And more than that. I was also close to find my friend Caio.
Ok, I'm here. . .
in front of the member's house. I'm all ears. If someone comes, he leaves the house or anything else.
. . I'll go look for him.
Ok now the tough part - wait. Three hours passed. .
. four, five. .
. and nothing bizarre happening. Until suddenly.
. . Wherever that car came from, it was too weird for me to just let it go.
I kept a safe distance so as not to look suspicious, and went after him. I drove for, I don't know. .
. 1 hour, until the car left town and stopped in the middle of an empty street. The car just stopped in the middle of the street.
And two people left and entered the woods. Yeah, I had no other option. Now that I was there.
. . I had to go into the forest.
(walking) After going deep into the forest and following the light, there was a cabin in the middle of nowhere. The member who got the role on the server was standing in front of the bonfire, in the middle of lots of people in black. Until suddenly, someone with a mask and white clothes comes out of the cabin.
And then the most bizarre thing you'll ever hear in your life happens: White man: Sing my King. (indecipherable words) (indecipherable words) Man, what the f*ck was going on there? And as if it couldn't get any worse, the worst happens.
After reciting those bizarre phrases, the guy in white lowers. . .
and starts eating literally the boy's flesh. Man, at that moment I paralyzed. The boy was eaten alive by the man in white, trying to gather his last strength to try to escape somehow, but without any success.
That was inhumane, I was paralyzed! Until, in a matter of seconds, it hit the spot. And I remembered one thing.
On that HD recovered from Caio's house, I found this file called "Ritual of the Princes" There was a picture of a man in white in the middle, and other people in black around it. And in that file, it said that the prince had to feed on someone. Man, it was the same thing that happening there!
Was I really experiencing the Ritual of the Princes in real life? Man, I had recorded everything. .
. I just needed to run away, take it to the police, and never get closer in a cult again in my life. But before I could run to my car, the man in white finishes eating, stands up, pulls his mask off, and behind a face full of blood and chunks of flesh.
. . I can see.
. . Caio's face.
