Fire Witch

So. The Attendants found the PTC group that took our sacrifice. The second they found it, the took hold of us and... We were there. I was excited. I was elated. Killing is what I lived for. Exterminating the pestilence that is mankind. It doesn't matter anymore. I have two purposes now. But more on that later. It was a glorious sight. The Attendants were all present, save one. Ramael lead the charge, strolling into the building as the PTC looked on in shock. Shock turned to purpose as they reached for their weapons. Such... Petty things. Young things. The bullets would never hit their targets, but the Attendants of the Gods were not in a merciful nor playful mood. The bodies of the PTC tore themselves apart, organs imploding, eyes bubbling into liquid that poured from their eye sockets. A great frenzy of violent blood lust overcame the humans, and they tore each other apart. The human mind is such a fragile thing, held together by such frail bindings. You are chemicals triggered by electrical impulses. The Attendants are more.

We, the vessels of angels, set about to clean the mess. We devoured them, flesh and bone. Not a drop of blood remained, and soon after... Neither will the memories of the devoured. Their existence shall be wiped from the history of the world. The mind is such a fragile thing. The Attendants need but extend a divine finger into the brain and shake loose the chemicals, inspire the lightning of the mind. Through this, thoughts and memories are clay. Some of this clay will be removed from all those who knew these humans. Their names shall be stricken from all records. There shall be nothing to prove their existence. Not even this. 

It was Uriel who first saw them. His pawns. He whom we name Kazbiel, who once named himself Spencer Fitzgerald, who now names himself Redlight, and is named by all as Enemy. They burned under the fury of the Attendants. Their minds stripped and left naked beneath the holy glory of the Attendants forms. Samael, he that owns me, he that breathed life into me and shaped me from the essence of divinity itself, climbed up the pathetic spire of glass and steel. Into the heart of the PTC compound. But there... The Enemy's hidden weapon revealed itself. BETRAYER! THE BETRAYER! THE BLASPHEMER! THE UNHOLY DEMON! DEATHLESS BITCH!

Such a MINOR Player in the Game. One who had lost, time and TIME again to her superiors. Spouse to the Endbringer. Burning Bride. Now we know why they referred to it as The Fire Witch. The Demon. The Demon. Holy Samael was no match for the Demon's Might. His cry was heard by the Attendants and they fled. We Vessels could only watch from the river of blood and pus as the Bride took hold of the Holy Sacrifice and stole him away to Hell.

Samael's vessel is wounded badly. Even through his divine power, it will not hold together much longer. My time is coming very soon. This is my ultimate purpose... But for now... A Plan. The Board is at risk of being wiped. The Pieces, so frail, fear annihilation. We cannot allow this. So we must enact our Final Gambit. Let this message go out. The Time has come. The Time has come. The Time has come. The Time has come. The Time has come. The Time has come. The Time has come. The Time has come. The Time has come. The Time has come. The Time has come. The Time has come. The Time has come. The Time has come. The Time has come. The Time has come. The Time has come. The Time has come. The Time has come. The Time has come. The Time has come. The Time has come. The Time has come. The Time has come. The Time has come. The Time has come. The Time has come. The Time has come. The Time has come. The Time has come. The Time has come. The Time has come. The Time has come. The Time has come. 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Fulfillment. Release. Releasing. Awake. 

FUCK YOU AND DIE

WE LOST HIM. WE FUCKING LOST HIM. CARTER, WAS THIS YOUR PEOPLE? FIFTY SOMETHING ARMED TO THE FUCKING TEETH COMMANDO FUCKERS WITH SOME KIND OF ARMORED BULLDOZ...

FUCK YOU GUYS. JUST. FUCK YOU.

But listen. Whoever you idiots are. You FUCKED UP. It won't take... Oh... ANY TIME AT ALL FOR REDLIGHT TO FIGURE OUT WHAT JUST HAPPENED. You can be fucking sure, he is going to LEAP AT THIS CHANCE. As a result, the Attendants are kind of pissed. About nine of them are just standing around here TORTURING US ONE BY ONE, while another twenty or so are standing around staring into blank space. Probably trying to find you assholes the old fashioned way.

... As I understand it. When they find you, and they WILL find you, they will poof themselves and us over there to personally massacre every single one of you...

To the rest of you. An explanation. So. About thirty of my fellow vessels were doing our patrol thing. Meanwhile the Attendants were busy elsewhere watching for attempts from Redlight to poof himself next to Dr. Marsh and poof out. My team meanwhile had their thumbs up their asses, as per usual. I myself, was watching Paint Dry. Dark Green edition. Very riveting. Good production quality. Could almost reach out and touch the paint chips. But as I was watching the climax of this performance, I heard a crash and saw... What I did not recognize immediately as a cheap joke directed towards ME YOU SONS OF BITCHES... An Armored Bulldozer designed to kill things. A "Killdozer" if you will. Ha Ha HA HA. Fucking HA. SEE ME LAUGHING? DO YOU, YOU CHEAP EXCUSES FOR THE EXPENDABLES? Oh right. We killed most of you. Oops. Heheheh.

Anywho... So a Bulldozer drove in and smashed two of us into a fine paste. Then a bunch of black armored commando types came storming in with their smoke grenades and assault rifles. I made a point to send the Team into a nice protective Labyrinth, just to be on the safe side. Naturally the guns were... Laughably useless. It wasn't until they busted out THE FLAMETHROWERS that we had an issue. They slowly began to take us down faster than we could regenerate. Some heavyset commando and his two buddies took me down with a flamethrower and a couple grenades. Took me a few minutes to reform from that, but when I did...

I have just been informed that we have identified one of the attackers. The heavyset man with the flamethrower. I am... Almost embarrassed to type this... Um... He... You know what, it... It really doesn't matter.

So. When I came back to consciousness with my body intact, I found Dad here disassembling one of us... Painfully... While Uriel was explaining to us what the fuck just happened. Commandos came in, kicked our ass, and took off with Proxy Bob, AKA Echo, AKA Dr. Marsh, AKA THE CHOSEN SACRIFICE TO THE IMPRISONED ONE.

It's not really our fault. Redlight isn't crazy enough to try something like THAT against us. Nevermind that it worked. It was AN IDIOT PLAN. CHARGE STRAIGHT IN AT THE IMMORTAL GUYS? And they PAID for it. I hear only about four of them got away. Counting Roland, the fat son of a bitch. We killed the Killdozer. I mean... This wasn't supposed to happen. How could this have happened? GOD LOOK AT ME, I AM STRESS EATING AGAIN. But if Redlight finds them before we do... No. No No nonononononononononononno. No. No No NO. He WON'T. He Can't.

... We'll all burn. Every one of us. Burning alive. Choking on the smoke as it STRANGLES US. Chained and marching through a desert of ASH and shattered BONES... No. No that is NOT MY FUTURE. Oh No...

They'll find them. We will have blood. We will have our sacrifice back. I'll throw him into the Quiet myself. Feed that abomination within...

UPDATE: I CANNOT FUCKING BELIEVE IT. WE FOUND OUT WHO THEY ARE. THE GODDAMN PARANORMAL TERMINATION CONSORTIUM! Yeah. Remember them? I barely do. Those SCP Foundation wannabes, with all the military grade shit. I really thought we wiped their stupid asses out... Well. Second Time is the charm. Fucking PTC assholes. They can't run and they can't hide. The Attendants are looking for them... Which, of course, means they aren't busy blocking Redlight from coming in. So let me make this clear to you... If any of you are reading this. Obliteration is coming. Either by us, or by HIM. Run. Run as far and fast as you can. Because are we going to hunt you down and butcher you like the brainless livestock that you are. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. The Angels are descending. White feathers drenched in black. Yellow Eyes shining in the night. A thousand writhing serpents in the air. HungyhungryhungryhungryhungryhungryHungyhungryhungryhungryhungryhungryHungyhungryhungryhungryhungryhungryHungyhungryhungryhungryhungryhungryHungyhungryhungryhungryhungryhungry

So hungry.

Boredom

Holy CRAP I AM MISERABLE.

Winter Solstice is coming up people. Know what that means? BAD SHIT. For you, almost certainly. For the World.... Not so much if we do our job. So here I am with the other... Oh... About 28 or so other guys and girls with the same condition as ME. Not as talkative and SIGNIFICANTLY more melancholy about the whole thing. Why, it is almost as if they are SCARED SHITLESS about becoming a prisoner in their own body. Hahahahahaha. Ugh. That time is coming up quick. Quick, quick, quick. So I have been having a hard time finding the time to... Post and shit.

Basically. We can breathe easy if the Winter Solstice Passes, and Redlight doesn't currently have Dr. Marsh. That will give us an entire YEAR to hunt his ass down and suck the marrow from his bones. Chew is heart out, crack open that warped skull of his and let that diseased brain spill out.... Right so... But. Yeah... Um... This probably means they are going to be throwing EVERYTHING at us. Should be a fun time, except they will likely outnumber us. And if they sneak Dr. Marsh away... We have a major problem on our hands.

Have you ever watched Paint Dry? I HAVE. I DID IT FOR 48 HOURS STRAIGHT THE OTHER DAY. My GOD THIS IS BORING.

"Stay at your post, Morningstar." "Do not move from this spot, Morningstar." "Eat anyone that tries to come through here, Morningstar"

Yeah. All ZERO FUCKING PEOPLE. CHRIST. AGH.

AND THAT HAS BEEN MY WEEK. No. Fuck. NEARLY A MONTH NOW. Nearly a Month without me KILLING ANYTHING. Nearly a Month spent NOT KILLING THAT STUPID OLD FUCKER WHO BLASTED BOTH ME AND OUR BEST SHOT AT KILLING REDLIGHT IN THE HEAD. This sucks. And fuck you all for not SUFFERING LIKE I AM. Especially Jack.

Alex is a Bitch

... Or... Dick, I am not actually completely sure. WHAT IS WITH THAT ANYWAY? The two most androgynous people I have ever met just so happened to be MARRIED. Weird goddamn world. Anyway. Read here for a Redlight Freak Out. Good for giggles when you remember he is actually kind of powerless at this point. Give Alex some love people, it is anti-social as shit and I will enjoy it being annoyed by your comments.

I made a discovery yesterday. See, I have never tried anything alcoholic before now. And after that BOTCHED... Ugh... I figured it was time to finally see what it was like. So. After entering a friendly bar, Gleeman got something that he promised  was alcohol. Considering EVERYONE ELSE GOT DRUNK, I assume it WAS Alcohol. It did exactly NOTHING to me. Meaning. My current transhuman state has made me FRIGGEN IMMUNE TO BEING DRUNK...

Fuck Immortality.

Ugh.

I would start commenting on the state of affairs in the world, but you people... I mean. God. Carter's being enigmatic as shit and I don't care. Kelevra's about to go DIE, and I don't care. Sanna is... Well Sanna is being pretty funny actually. Hehehehehe. Phil is Phil and needs to DIE. Sagey's Gone or Dead or something. Sad. All the HEROES have been crushed, beaten, thrown aside and gone to the great stalking grounds in the sky. All that is left... Is cleanup. YOU FINE READERS. What exactly are you all doing to fix your problems? Really. NAME SOMETHING. Anything. You are all meandering through life, keeping your heads down and working towards vague and undefined goals that will ultimate amount to NOTHING. HAHAHA. But you know what your worst crime is? All of you... Every single one of you... Is a SHITTY conversationalist. I have trouble finding ways to INSULT you all. Aside from Sanna. But really, what is there left to insult aside from growing psychopathy?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. This sucks.

We have a... New Short Term Goal however. One of Redlight's Minions has been an enormous PAIN IN THE ASS. Not a Cute pain like Morgan. A Large SHARP Impaling Spike type Pain in the Ass. The Wiseman. Formerly a Scribe that went rogue in pursuit of... Something. We don't know. He is a secretive piece of shit. Likes to cosplay as the Archangel, which confused the hell out of Dr. Marsh a few months back. The Old Fart's been interfering for TOO LONG. So we're gonna hunt his ass down and make sure he STAYS DEAD THIS TIME.

... So. How does everyone feel? Everyone had a Good Day? Favorite Food? Favorite Band? I bet Sanna's is Bon Jovi. Heheheheheh.

MONTHS OF PLANNING DOWN THE DRAIN

FUCKING FUCK FOR FUCK'S SAKE FUCKING USELESS FUCKING OLD PIECE OF SHIT FUCKING SPENCER FITZGERALD STORYTELLER REDLIGHT FUCK ALEX FUCK ME BEING TOO DAMN FUCKING SLOW TO CATCH A FUCKER STANDING THE FUCK STILL RIGHT THERE IN GODDAMN FRONT OF ME MORE VULNERABLE THAN HE HAS EVER BEEN IN THE HISTORY OF THAT FUCKING TITLE'S CREATION

AND HE KNOWS NOW. HE WE FUCKING LOST OUR TRUMP CARD....

Hello you ignorant pieces of shit. GUESS WHAT. NIGHTSCREAM IS NOT ALIVE. NIGHTSCREAM HAS BEEN DEAD THIS ENTIRE TIME, AND THIS HAS ALL BEEN AN ELABORATE TRAP FOR REDLIGHT. The "Nightscream" running around is NOT SAM PRESCOTT, SAM FREEMAN, OR WHATEVER IT CALL ITSELF. This NEW NIGHTSCREAM is ALEX PRESCOTT, Sam's SPOUSE FRESH OUT OF THE GODDAMN ASYLUM. FUCK FUCK FUCK.

It was SO FUCKING SIMPLE. So Simple WE COULD NOT FUCK IT UP. TRICK that FUCKER SPENCER into thinking Sam was back. Mister SELF CONTROL ISSUES would then go on a homicidal rage trying to CORRECT this WALKING ERROR. We spent SO MUCH TIME trying to sell Alex as Sam. EVERY SINGLE POST WAS READ OVER and CHECKED BEFORE IT WAS POSTED, TO PREVENT THAT ASS CLOWN FROM FIGURING IT OUT. WE TOOK ALEX ON MISSIONS TO SHOW IT OFF TO TELLER-RED. IT WORKED. IT FUCKING WORKED. He came out to play, and when I had him RIGHT WHERE I WANTED HIM.

BOOM.

ONE OF HIS FRIGGEN MINIONS, THE GODDAMN WISEMAN, FUCKING SILAS MARSH, YOU OLD AS DIRT FOSSILIZED FUCK. WE WILL BURN YOUR GODDAMN HOUSE DOWN AROUND YOU AGAIN AND THIS TIME YOU WON'T FUCKING CRAWL OUT OF THE ASHES, SHOT REDLIGHT IN THE HEAD BEFORE I COULD POUNCE HIM.

AND HE SAW THE FACE UNDER NIGHTSCREAM'S HOOD. GAME OVER. PLAN FAILED. SHIT ASS FUCK HELL GOD DAMN SON OF A BITCH.

I AM GOING TO EAT THAT OLD PIECE OF SHIT ALIVE

SAMAEL, I KNOW YOU FUCKING MIND WIPED ME THE OTHER DAY. DID YOU FUCKING DO ANYTHING IN HERE? DID I GET SLOWER OR SOMETHING? I WAS THREE FEET AWAY FROM THE GODLESS FUCKHEAD WHEN HIS BRAINS WERE BLOWN OUT.

I just went out to eat a goddamn kindergarten teacher and a few of her fucking ankle-biting brats. I am feeling MUCH better now. OK. I am OK. I am fine. We still have time. We have Dr. Marsh. They have nothing. They have like five people left. SOON TO BE FOUR. Oh God I still hear that ARROGANT, SELF-AGGRANDIZING, MOCKING TONE from beneath that AMBER EYED FREAK. God it pisses me off. He needs to DIE, NOW. I AM SICK OF THIS SHIT. I WANT TO BACK TO KILLING NORMAL, USELESS, PIECE OF SHIT PEOPLE. I want to TORTURE THEM like I did SANNA. I want to shatter their bones and rip into their FLESH like I did Annalee. This world is an all you can eat BUFFET for me, and I have to just sit here and stare at it all day as I try to hunt down a rogue SCIENCE EXPERIMENT FROM DAD. Where are all the would be heroes trying to STOP things like me? Huh? Why aren't you guys kicking down my door yet so I can TAKE SOME FRUSTRATION OUT. Cowardly useless bastards.

Back from Hiatus

Well. That was an adventure. SORRY EVERYONE. Had some... Important debugging to take care of. Seems we missed a Redlit... My GOD they are like RABBITS. I am in the mood for some rabbit. Or Buffalo. I LOVE Buffalo. There was this one place in town that sold these weird exotic foods. Rattlesnake, buffalo, eagle and... Shit like that. Birth Mother and Suited Jackass would never take me there obviously. Didn't want me out of the house. Didn't want me in public. Didn't want me to continue EXISTING. HAHAHA. Ah. I wish I could kill them all over again. I was so sloppy back then. I had NO IDEA WHAT I WAS DOING. Imagine what I could do today. MAN the looks on their faces... OR WHAT WOULD BE FUCKING LEFT OF THEM WHEN I AM DONE WITH THEM... Sweet Dreams. Such sweet dreams.

Tangent aside. I have a very important question for a couple important readers. WHERE THE FUCK IS EVERYONE???? THIS NOTE YOU LEFT ME EXPLAINS JACK SHIT. I have only been gone... A bit less than a Month. SCREAMER, GLEEMAN. ANYONE. FUCKING ANSWER ME HERE. Mmmm. Well at least I know Redlight doesn't have them. I would know if he did, because MAN his reaction is going to be priceless. He flips the fuck out so easy, but THIS is going to be a new level of explosiveness.

Been a nice trip down memory lane. Long story though, won't bore anyone with the details. Became a one monster Anti-Virus for our good friend the Newborn. Heheheheheh. They told me that it might knock a few screws loose and... Undo all the tightening Valtiel has done. SO DADDY is going to come by and fix me up I think. Soon I guess. Maybe now? Nope. Just checked. Not there. Oh well, I will wait. Here. Alone. BECAUSE YOU SONS OF BITCHES LEFT WITHOUT FUCKING TELLING ME WHERE YOU ARE GOING!!!

And telling me "Dealing with Morgan Stuff" is NOT A LOCATION. It is a Hobby. A Pass Time, if you will. A favorite of mine in fact. But here's the thing. Since I am POSITIVE Screamer is behind this disappearance, let me just REMIND YOU ALL THAT SCREAMER IS NOT AT 100%, AND IS IN FACT KIND OF USELESS RIGHT NOW. Morgan is big old Teddy Bear of Rape, but that doesn't mean he isn't DANGEROUS. So. Kindly return to base, huh guys? Please? I get lonely easily. And bored. YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I GET BORED, AND I DON'T HAVE SAGEY, MISHY OR LAINEY TO TAKE MY... Huh. Elaine. That was so weird. I wonder what Elaine would think of this whole mess. I mean. Spencer IS currently the biggest threat to peace and sanity in the world right now. It's... Weird. I really wish Elaine was still around.

Hmmm. Samael would you please hurry up. My head is... Not in a good place right now. Actually... It's in a pretty bad place all things considered... Hurry?

Teresa and Daniel. Daniel and Teresa. Mommy and Daddy. Locked in the cellar for days. All that darkness. It was... Frightening at first you know? But then, when they came back and made me come out, I realized how much better it was down there away from them. Away from everyone. Why didn't they kill me? I have always wondered that. They hated me. I have no idea why. Maybe they were just insane? I am insane right? That is what everyone says, so maybe they were too? Some little joke on their part. My name. Luke of the Cyphre family. Unluckiest last name in the world, and no one in our family's history would dare name their kid anything that sounds remotely similar to Lou. No Luke, Lucas, Lucius, Lucien, Louis, Louie, Luis, or anything with an L. So they must have known from the get go that I would be EVIL. So why have me? Why not just DROWN ME in a river somewhere? But they didn't. They fed me enough to survive, clothed me enough to survive. Why? They are insane. Of course they never had any problems with my brother. They loved him. And he loved ME. So why didn't they? They call ME insane, but I am not THAT insane. Maybe the beatings satisfied them. But no. That isn't it. They stopped short of doing any permanent damage. Hindsight. HAHAHAHAHA. I HAVE DONE WORSE TO SO MANY OTHERS. They WERE holding back, but why? Not out of love. Hate. Hate. And the neighbors didn't care, and the preacher didn't care, and the teacher didn't care. But the entire town didn't hate me? No they just didn't care. But what if they did hate me? What about me is so... Hateable? What about me WAS so hateable? Why? Why? WHY? Never could kill me though. Never really tried. Always stopped. Always reacted with such hate and fear after slicing into me, even as I was choking on the tight ropes around my neck... What STOPPED THEM? WHAT IN GODS NAME STOPPED THEM? WHY AM I STILL ALIVE, WHY AM I STILL ALIVE? WHY... Because... What. Wait. If... But... But. That isn't... No. No No No No. That can't be... But what if it is and what if I was... He couldn't have but... No he could have but he wouldn't... No. No NO. NO NO NO NONONONONO. He HAS BEFORE. With SPENCER.

But this couldn't

The Battle is Won

But the War goes on...

So. EVIDENTALLY. Nightscream stayed behind to INFILTRATE Legba's Pirates. Pretending to be one of his Slaves. Zombies, if you couldn't guess. I will let Screamer recap on it's own blog, so feel free to mock it's stupidity and recklessness over here.

So, the Second Attack on Legba's Pirates went... Well enough. Samael gave us Pale Men to use in the battle, and they made of tougher stuff than me. Less versatile though. Creepy Fucks too. But they get the job done... Doesn't mean they don't freak me out when I stumble onto them clustered up and sleeping on the CEILINGS like fucking BATS. I never realized that those coats they wear, aren't really coats. Ugh...

Proxy Bob was having all sorts of flashbacks. I was almost concerned he was De-Hallowing himself at the sight of the Pale Men. Poor Poor Dr. Marsh. You know, it occurs to me that he is basically a Zombie. Like. One of Legba's zombies. A bit more independent, but... He eats when I tell him to, sleeps when and where I tell him to, he kills what I tell him to, he tortures, he maims... And he can't even scream or cry unless I give him permission to. Haven't really let him out of the cage of his mind lately... I wonder what his mental state is. I tried a little while back, but he clammed up. Didn't want to give me the pleasure of seeing him utterly broken... Still need to find his old Buddy Roland. Don't think he is dead yet, but I have no idea where he is... Ah... Maybe when we have some down time.

But right. The attack. The first one left Legba's ship in BAD shape. We actually underestimated the damage we did. When we finally found it, they had made port on some fucking island and had set up a makeshift Fort. Heh. The benefits of having a labor force that lacks the mental capacity to complain, and is physically incapable of disobeying orders. We parked our fucking boats on the other side of the island. We decided to attack them from the trees... Hoping to catch them by surprise.

There was some... Unpleasantness though. For those of us sensitive to these sorts of things, such as Myself and Mumbles the Mime... You could feel this... Force coming from the Command Tent. It was Redlight. It had to be Redlight. He was using Legba as a conduit to come through. Now, if he MADE it through, he could have squashed me like a bug and single handedly wiped out our entire attack force. Then there would be little hope in stopping him. BUT. If I were to get to him during the transfer process... Well. It works both ways. Just a single touch is all it would take to send my Azoth back through and into Redlight's Squishy parts, where it would RIP and TEAR and Dissolve Redlight from the inside out.

Of course. Judging by my lack of celebratory, or panicked, tone, I am sure you can guess how this turned out.

Night fell and the Pale Men marched. The Pirates opened fire, but they might as well have been using cork guns for the amount of good it did against the Children of Angels. The swords were equally useless, which is why we brought the Pale Men along in the first place. They aren't too keen on guns though. That is where WE came in. Now, as a whole, Proxies and other Cults tend to use... Small Arms. Civilian Grade weaponry. Easier to cover up, easier to move around and easier to get ahold of. But this doesn't mean we don't have access to military grade shit. A Proxy named Ares, who I will only say is a Colonel, supplied us with some VERY nice Military Grade assault weapons, armor, and explosives. Of course, I didn't bother with the armor.

So, while the Pale Men kept the Pirates busy, my Team made our way to the center of the Fort. Ran into THAT FUCKING DUMBASS NIGHTSCREAM along the way. Masquerading as a Zombie of all things. I saw it go back into where I knew Legba was. So naturally I followed.

This is where we ran into a problem. As I said last post, The Black Queen was with Legba. Now... I ran into her once before, in the Crumbling Castle, and I found out she was a Crafter. Which means I am basically a walking pile of Play-Doh to her. While in the Castle, she forced me to help her look for the Syringes, as well as do some humiliating "Dog Tricks." There was nothing stopping her from doing that again, and frankly, there is nothing I could have done to stop her. So my plan was simple. CHARGE IN. Lay ONE FUCKING FINGER on Legba and pray to Father that the Black Queen, if she is there, doesn't react in time.

She reacted in time.

Now. I am somewhat difficult to kill. NOT FOR A CRAFTER THOUGH. She was not playing around this time. My body began to literally tear itself apart... Azoth consuming Azoth, destroying my form and... Well. It was very, very unpleasant. Legba-light was right in front of me. Sitting nearly comatose as that Black PIMPLE that represents Redlight's Essence pulsated and writhed on his skull. His eyes were Amber now. I wonder if Redlight could see out of them yet... I confess though. Having those things stare at me while I MELTED was not a pleasant way to die.

I honestly think the Eyes were worse than the melting. Just because of what lurked behind them. You youngsters out there never met Redlight. You don't know what he was like. They called him the Devil for a time... And they were selling him short.

Nightscream finally went into action at this point. Practically disemboweling The Black Queen with it's Gauntlet. But before I could reshape myself and FINISH THIS ONCE AND FOR FUCKING ALL... They had a plan in place if this happened. Black Queen had a detonator for some kind of explosive attached to Legba's body. Killed him and severed the link before I could reform.

The fucking BITCH.

At that point I decided that... If I could kill Redlight right now, I would at least get some pleasure from watching The Black Queen bleed to death. And she decided to GLOAT in my face about my failure. Pfft. There is always next time. She also tried spinning me a story about, of all things, my Parents. She told me that I was wrong to be blaming people for the Years of torture and hate and pain and misery I went through. She told me they were victims as much as I was. Victims of Samael. Which makes no sense whatsoever. I only ever found out about this entire mess by random CHANCE.

I figure she was just trying to confuse me or... Desperately try to turn me against my Masters and beloved dear old Dad. Dying has a way of making people desperate, I find.

But yeah. Mission Accomplished and all that. I would say we just have to wait until the next little problem arises... But I think it already has. Give me a couple days. I need to get a confirmation on this... But we seem to have one more Redlit Cultist to deal with. This one might be... Significantly more problematic than the Glutton or Legba. Wish me Luck my DEAR Friends.