Gilles de Rais - The Knight of Christ Who Murdered Children (Dastardly Figures)

The Devil’s Letter: Sister Maria Crocifissa, Possession, Cryptography, and the Unreadable Script

On the morning of August 11, 1676, the sisters of a Benedictine convent in Palma di Montechiaro found Sister Maria Crocifissa della Concezione on the floor of her cell. Her face was smeared with ink. Beside her was a sheet of paperbearing fourteen lines of writing no one could read. She said the Devil had attacked her in the night, seized her hand, and written the letter himself. In his Dastardly Objects episode, April Rain examines one of the strangest surviving documents in European religious history: the Devil’s Letter of SisterMaria Crocifissa, born Isabella Tomasi, a Sicilian noblewoman, cloistered nun, mystic, and later recognized blessed. The episode moves carefully through seventeenth-century ascetic practice, demonic possession, automatic writing, cryptography, dissociation, and the 2017 claim that dark-web decryption software had finally solved the letter. But this is not a story about laughing at a nun or flattening her experience into a headline. It is a story about a real woman, a real archive, a real closed door, and the danger of declaring a mystery solved before doing the work. The Devil’s Letter may be possession. It may be dissociative writing. It may be something no surviving framework can fully name. What remains is the document, the witness, and the ink on her face.

The Archbasilica of San Giovanni in Laterano — Where They Put the Corpse on Trial (Dastardly Places)

Most places hold their history quietly — the walls hold their tongues. You walk into a great cathedral, look up at the ceiling, and you do not see what happened here in January of 897. Sacred spaces excel at absorbing the parts of their past that don't suit the candlelight. The building would prefer you didn't. And then, darlings, you find out what happened inside the Archbasilica of San Giovanni in Laterano, and the atmosphere stops doing its job. A pope had a corpse dug up, dressed in full papal vestments, propped on a throne in the most sacred room in Western Christianity, and put on trial. When the corpse lost, he had it thrown in the river. That happened. In this building. The one with the beautiful ceiling. In this episode of Dastardly Places, April Rain takes you to the oldest cathedral in the Western world — not the Vatican, but the seat of the Bishop of Rome, which is the formal job title of the pope. The only archbasilica on earth, it outranks Saint Peter's. Carved over the doors, in Latin: mother and head of all the churches of the city and the world. When medieval Rome pictured the pope's power, it pictured this. The defendant in 897 was Pope Formosus, dead nine months. A deacon was appointed to speak for the corpse, because you cannot hold a trial without a defense. Stephen VI screamed at the body, then had it convicted on every count, the blessing fingers cut from its right hand before it went into the Tiber. The exact room is not marked — the basilica has been rebuilt past the point where the ninth-century hall survives — but it stands on the same ground. The Cadaver Synod did not happen at the edges of the Church; it happened at the dead center, run by its head, using its own machinery. The institution did not prevent this. It was the mechanism that made it possible. Supporters fished Formosus back out of the river and later restored him to Saint Peter's. Stephen did not last the year — an uprising pulled him down and he was strangled in his cell, and his successor annulled the whole proceeding. The inscription over the door never flickered: no exception clause for January of 897. The synod is not a footnote to this building. It is what the building makes possible: absolute authority, housed in one sacred place, with no external check — and what that looks like the day it goes wrong. It happened because the Church had built itself around papal authority so completely that the authority had become the only check on its own abuse. And a check that answers only to itself is not a check at all. The museum curates the triumphs; the corpse trial is not on the postcards. The building is still standing, still making the same claim over the door. The architecture is the same. The fourth panel of the Week 3 cluster — the place — with 3A (Cadaver Synod), 3B (Hall of Shame), and The Infallibility Machine. Velvet Guillotine is a podcast about dark history and institutional cover-ups. Dastardly Places visits the sites where it happened — usually still standing. New episodes every Wednesday. Part of The Downpour podcast network. Hosted by April Rain. DISCLAIMER: The content of this episode is for entertainment purposes only. Historical events discussed are based on documented records, scholarly research, and primary sources. This episode contains discussion of the desecration of human remains, institutional corruption, and political violence within the medieval Church. Velvet Guillotine does not endorse any political, religious, or ideological interpretation of the events portrayed. The criticism offered here is directed at the documented conduct of specific historical figures and the institutional structures of a particular era — not at any faith, religious community, or the beliefs of its adherents. Listener discretion is advised. Sources and research rabbit holes: thevelvetguillotine.substack.comSupport the show: patreon.com/thedownpourEverything else: linktr.ee/thedownpour Stay dark. — April

Tomás de Torquemada - God's Grand Inquisitor (Dastardly Figures)

Here is the thing about Tomás de Torquemada. The ones who knew they were doing evil and did it anyway at least had a conscience to override. Torquemada had nothing to silence. He believed — completely, without visible doubt — that the torture he authorized was an act of love, and the people he sent to the fire souls he was rescuing. A body destroyed now was a small price against a soul damned forever. He lived in real austerity and died at peace with what he had done. That is the horror of him. In this episode, April Rain examines the first Grand Inquisitor of Spain — confessor to Queen Isabella, an architect of the 1492 expulsion of the Jews — who would have been bewildered to be called a villain: from inside his own framework, he was the hero. He did not invent the Inquisition — established in 1478 against the converso community, Jewish converts suspected of secretly keeping their faith. After his 1483 appointment he industrialized it, and the machinery is the argument: not a mob but a bureaucracy run by educated men under written rules. The accused never learned the charges or their accusers. A confession had to be confirmed the next day — which did not protect the accused. It laundered the confession. In March 1492, two months after the fall of Granada, Ferdinand and Isabella signed the Alhambra Decree: convert or leave, four months, only what could be carried. Between one hundred thousand and one hundred fifty thousand people, from one of the oldest communities in the world, were expelled in a single spring. He was among its most vigorous advocates. To him it was not cruelty but surgery — removing a contaminant to save the patient. That he could think of human beings that way, sincerely, without malice, is the whole horror. His framework was not fringe — it was the mainstream of what sincere, educated Christians then believed. He was an outlier only in his willingness to follow it to the end. Certainty does not need malice; it needs a framework, an institution, and people willing to follow both. Then the cruelty runs on conviction instead. The certainty is the weapon. It always has been. Many of the expelled kept the keys to houses they could not return to, for generations — locks with no doors left to open. In 2015 Spain extended citizenship to their descendants; by the time it closed in 2023, roughly one hundred fifty thousand people across five continents had claimed it. Part of the Week 3 cluster on religious authority, with the Cadaver Synod (3A) and The Infallibility Machine. Velvet Guillotine is a podcast about dark history and institutional cover-ups. Dastardly Figures examines the people behind the machinery. New episodes every Monday. Part of The Downpour podcast network. Hosted by April Rain. DISCLAIMER: The content of this episode is for entertainment purposes only. Historical events and figures discussed are based on documented records, scholarly research, and primary sources. This episode contains sustained discussion of torture, mass persecution, forced religious conversion, and antisemitic violence — including the systematic persecution of the converso community and the 1492 expulsion of the Jews of Spain. Velvet Guillotine does not endorse any political, religious, or ideological interpretation of the events portrayed. The criticism offered here is directed at the documented conduct of specific historical figures and the institutional and theological machinery of a particular era — not at any faith, religious community, or the beliefs of its adherents. This episode is told in remembrance of, and with respect for, the Sephardic communities who were tortured, forcibly converted, expelled, and killed, and the descendants who carry that history still. Listener discretion is strongly advised. Sources and research rabbit holes: thevelvetguillotine.substack.comSupport the show: patreon.com/thedownpourEverything else: linktr.ee/thedownpour Stay dark. — April

The Infallibility Machine — How the Papacy Constructed Absolute Authority (Dastardly Ideas)

How does an institution convince the world that it cannot be wrong? Not that it is usually right — that it cannot be wrong, that there is a category of its pronouncements where error is impossible. That is not perfection. It is removing the smoke detector and calling the house fireproof. The Church made the claim formal in 1870; the machine behind it took eight hundred years to build. In this Dastardly Ideas, April Rain takes it apart — where papal infallibility came from, how it was built, what it costs. It starts with one sentence — Matthew 16, "on this rock I will build my church" — which never says Peter's successors inherit it, that Peter cannot err, or that it passes to an institution in Rome. All of that was added later, by people with a stake in the outcome. Then the Donation of Constantine: an eighth-century document granting the popes supremacy over Christendom, supposedly signed by Constantine centuries earlier. A forgery, unexposed until 1440, when Lorenzo Valla proved its Latin belonged to the eighth century, not the fourth. By then it had propped up papal authority for seven hundred years. A machine does not need to be true to run. It only needs to be believed. Then Gregory VII's Dictatus Papae (1075), proposition twenty-two: the Roman Church has never erred, and never will. Past tense, pointed forward like a weapon. It has no error-prevention parts; it does not prevent the fire, it redefines the smoke — reclassifying error as not-error after the fact. The doctrine was formalized at the First Vatican Council — limited to the pope speaking ex cathedra on faith and morals — the very year Italy seized Rome, ending its temporal power. The empire it could measure, lost; an unfalsifiable one, declared in the same breath. Then the cost, played straight. When an institution cannot be wrong, the people it harms have no standing to name it — "we were wrong, we are responsible" is the sentence the architecture was built to make unnecessary. The Magdalene Laundries. The clerical abuse crisis. The same pattern: the sinning individual conceded, the institution spotless. Not that the Church did no good — only that this one idea runs from a corpse on a throne in 897 to now, and the people who pay are the ones it harms and cannot quite say it harmed. The Cadaver Synod was corrected in 897 — not by anything in the doctrine, which has no self-correcting part, but the oldest way: people decided it was wrong and acted. Which leaves the question the machine never answers. What happens when the people who could correct the error are the ones committing it? That question has no ninth-century answer. It has a present-tense one. Pairs with 3A (Cadaver Synod), 3B (Papacy's Hall of Shame), and DP Ep. 3 (Lateran) — listen as a set. Velvet Guillotine is a podcast about dark history and institutional cover-ups. Dastardly Ideas takes apart the frameworks we use to understand history; some have agendas. New episodes every Wednesday. Part of The Downpour podcast network. Hosted by April Rain. DISCLAIMER: The content of this episode is for entertainment purposes only. Historical events, documents, and doctrines discussed are based on documented records, scholarly research, and primary sources. This episode examines the historical and political construction of institutional and doctrinal authority, including matters of forgery and the abuse of power. Velvet Guillotine does not endorse any political, religious, or ideological interpretation of events portrayed, and makes no claim regarding the theological truth or validity of any doctrine, scripture, or belief discussed. The analysis offered here concerns the documented historical development of an institution — not the faith, sincerity, or beliefs of any religious community or its adherents. Listener discretion is advised. Sources and research rabbit holes: thevelvetguillotine.substack.comSupport the show: patreon.com/thedownpourEverything else: linktr.ee/thedownpour Stay dark. — April

The Papacy's Hall of Shame — When the Vatican Went Off the Rails (Postscript)

You have just come from the Cadaver Synod — a pope digging up his dead predecessor, propping the body on a throne in full vestments, convicting it, and throwing it in the Tiber. You may think that is as bad as it ever got. That there is nowhere to go from a corpse in a chair. Oh, darlings. There is so much further to go. In this postscript, April Rain runs a guided tour through the most unhinged stretch of papal history — because if we are going to discuss institutional corruption, we may as well visit the institution with the best-documented record of people doing staggering things in the name of God. The Cadaver Synod was the symptom. This is the diagnosis. The tour: The Year of Four Popes (896) — four pontiffs in twelve months, a revolving door someone set on fire. Ten popes in thirty-two years, at least three murdered, including John VIII — poisoned, then beaten to death when the poison ran slow. Sergius III — back from exile with an army, who found his two predecessors conveniently imprisoned and conveniently dead, and fathered a child with a fifteen-year-old girl who became Pope John XI. Marozia — and here the tour goes dead straight. She installed popes, had one smothered with a pillow in the Castel Sant'Angelo, and ran Rome for three decades through the only channels a world that gave women no formal power left her. When men do this, history calls it statecraft. When she did it, history reached for "pornocracy." April corrects the record. John XII — pope at eighteen. The charges Otto I read against him in 963 are one of the great documents in recorded history: ordaining a deacon in a horse stable, ordaining a ten-year-old bishop for money, blinding his confessor, castrating and murdering a cardinal, toasting the devil by name at a gambling table, and turning the Lateran Palace into a brothel. Benedict IX — who reduced the throne of Saint Peter to a line item. Made pope as a boy, he held the office three times and once sold it — to his own godfather, for cash — leaving three men at once claiming the papacy. And how did the institution survive all of it? Partly through a theology walling the office's authority off from the man holding it — either a profound insight about grace or the most effective self-protection an institution ever built. Probably both. But the part to carry home is this: reform never came from within. Every time, it came from outside — from emperors the institution could not outvote, excommunicate, or bury in a monastery. External accountability. Every single time. Any institution that says it needs no outside oversight — trust the procedure, never mind the outcomes — is walking a road the ninth-century papacy mapped in detail. We have the map. The only question is whether we read it. Pairs with Episode 3A (The Cadaver Synod) — start there. Velvet Guillotine is a podcast about dark history and institutional cover-ups. The Postscript is the companion to each main episode — sources, tangents, and the parts that didn't fit. New episodes every Sunday. Part of The Downpour podcast network. Hosted by April Rain. DISCLAIMER: The content of this episode is for entertainment purposes only. Historical events and figures discussed are based on documented records, scholarly research, and primary sources. This episode contains discussions of murder, assassination, sexual misconduct involving a minor, and the systematic abuse of institutional and ecclesiastical power. Velvet Guillotine does not endorse any political, religious, or ideological interpretation of events portrayed. The criticism offered here is directed at the documented conduct of specific historical figures and the institutional structures of a particular era — not at any faith, religious community, or the beliefs of its adherents. Listener discretion is advised. Sources and research rabbit holes: thevelvetguillotine.substack.comSupport the show: patreon.com/thedownpourEverything else: linktr.ee/thedownpour Stay dark. — April