the 7th Gateway to Hell

There was a man who found the doorway to Hell, to unleash it upon the
Earth and let demons run loose. He had the key, and only a few people
had the key.. He made a book that within the pages had in it drawings
of monsters and dwellers of the underworld. It had a large amount of
anatomical illustrations that segmented men into parts with a great
degree of analysis into it with the touch of madness and horror. The
book was to go published in the open world but upon a few critic's
analysis since it was a work of genius it was to be vaulted in
Oxford's sealed quarters where the literature therein was most
conceiled for its dangerous connotations. After this Edwin became
possessed with a malady.. the fact that he even wrote those things
produced in him a disease that destroyed his health ridding him of his
tranquil state of mind and producing a major neurosis. It was written
in his volumes, "I am a man.. and the objects have identity.. the
identity need not be intepreted but it can be wholly conceived through
observation and use.. in this world there are a plethora of individual
objects. And I am in this world a living being who if even to write
the words that I have written would coagulate the objects, wrap them
against each other in knots and ultimate forsake the human race.."
The works of Adam Smith he declared were the works of God Himself.
Edwin being a doubting Thomas worked on his own anatomical content by
analysis and application of different members of his body just as
stasis could be manufactured, but his stasis was completely wrecked by
this.. Edwin being driven insane by the fact that his world was a
tangled vein began to think thoughts of the supernatural.. of the
world haunted by demons and things in the abyss that no one has seen
in the conscious world at daylight. His ideas of convention were
responded by him as being trite, ordinary, the work of a stable and
mediocre imagination.. He hence made ceramics of men and women that
were tangled upon each other in the ultimate form of a tree.. He
called this Life.. his values became distorted and since his soul was
in a miserable case, he could hardly speak without revealing lunacy.
He championed Nikola for his genius that fought hard against the
traditional mindset. And he himself fancied himself as Tesla working
on a project that would change life as we knew it. But his works were
vaulted and he had a strong appreciation for that, since they were of
Oxford's possession. When the soul is mutilated, so too do the eyes
close as Prometheus became entirely blind..

Promethean Genius at Work (by Seung Kim)