They smile on red carpets. They preach love and light.

But beneath the stage lights and diamond chandeliers, something ancient grins.

BAAL — the name whispered behind closed doors. The true god of the elite.

Celebrities dance for him. Executives sign in blood.

Behind every fashion show, every award speech, every luxury brand — there are rituals.

There are offerings. There are screams you were never meant to hear.

They hide it in plain sight. In logos. In children's ads.

In the twisted architecture of their towers and temples.

They don't worship success. They worship him.

And now, the veil slips.

You saw it.

And he saw you.