On Eero's advice, I've begun focusing on color text, written as advice from an occultist to his magickal progeny. Not being an occultist myself, it hasn't been an easy mindset for me to achieve. I've been reading Aleister Crowley's The Book of Wisdom and Folly. It's good inspiration, but Crowley's occult endeavors are rather too rigid and formalistic to serve as a basis for these writings in Acts of Evil. I've been reading The Screwtape Letters. But I'm actually aiming for more primal occult sensibilities. So my strongest inspiration comes from Anton LaVey's awesome instructions on how to become a werewolf...with maybe just a hint of Crowley-esque language. Here's a sample of what I consider my best complete sections so far:

prelectia

I begat you this day of Harpocrates, my son, in a ritual of acid and viscus, and not of love, but neither without design. No doubt the pain that burns in you now, my godling, rings forth in curses upon my being. I would expect nothing less of a true child of my making. Would that I were there to receive them. And to personally impress my paternity and purpose upon you.

Alas, we stand now divided by a vast and brutish cosmos. And so this epistle must needs suffice.

But know this, my terrible child, you are without question the product of my will upon the sour nothing that you were. From my own gut I pulled the thorny seed that moves about now so unwelcome in your gastric soil.

And indeed its steel beard doth chafe upon your soul!

So receive this as your first lesson. The wretched creatures which comprise the great clamor of humanity are each haplessly constrained by the souls within them. Their conversations, their imaginations, the shape and function of the flesh upon their limbs, their squalid lives and miserable deaths, all are merely dumb physical utterances of the souls they carry inside. But you, my magickal son, are no longer so limited. Charging only the price of abiding pain, the thorny Manaster has loosed you from the soul's grip, and indeed truly liberated you from the unfortunate species into which you were born. Your flesh, your voice, your imagination, all have been returned to you, limited now only by the size and aspirations of your own Will.

I have opened you to the pursuit of godhood.
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The fundamentals of Fear and Impendence

Enter, my son, the secret enterprise of bestial power with the fullest expectation of constant and profound fear. For you do not crawl the path of godhood alone. The Manaster which so fiercely spurns your natural digestive action has incarnated you as a node in the cosmic oeconomy of power and rapacious clarity. But there are many such nodes across time and space, and each of them a dangerous being. And know that any of them will destroy you, or me, if not checked by our own desperate impendence. They disturb my emotional landscape like the untamed predators they are.

But therein lies the most hidden secret of the oeconomy. The terror, in prevailing upon you, enlarges you. The oeconomy is a fitful, capricious, living thing, comprised of the interests of the nodes that constitute it. And the terror commands your full and serious attention to your position and status among them. For if ever you lose the terror, you are overrun.

So drink deep from fear, my son, and bring your cunning and ruthlessness and ambition to bear on the ingathering of power and clarity. However show not your fear and move powerfully in your dealings with the nodes. Take knowledge from the teachers, stealing it when it is withheld. Seek out the places that exert awful power over the stream of life. Unlock their secrets and bend them to your service. Pursue objects of power, and seize them when you can. Make examples of your rivals. Have no mercy. This is your assertion of imminent godhood. This is the expression your impendence.

And the main thread of rules text will consciously react to these writings, elaborating and explaining terms, and pointing out flaws in the occultist's worldview that aren't borne out by the mechanics.

Paul

That is some crazy mad flava.  I like the archaic/British "oeconomy" (I hope you get an actual OE ligature in the text), and the allusion to Harpocrates brings Crowley in immediately for someone who has a passing acquantance with the whole Thelema thing.