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.

Red Sky at Morning

AVAST YE LAND LUBBERS!

Things did not go Well.

Aside from the obvious problem of having no REAL idea where Legba was, we also had the problem of NOT KNOWING HOW TO FUCKING SAIL A SHIP. We are a Clown, a Luchadore, a Martial Artist, a Maniac, a Faux-Voodoo Witch Doctor, an Elvis Impersonator, a Slasher Villain, Darkhorse, a Mime, a Devilishly Handsome Walking Death Machine and Nightscream. NONE OF US HAVE EVER EVEN BEEN ON A BOAT BEFORE.

So we had to outsource some help. Captain David Jones Junior and his crew of Proxies, aboard the luxury liner and Proxy controlled Murder Ship... Actually, you know what. I am not telling you the Ship's name. Let it be a surprise for any of you who decide to take a cruise. ANYWAY. These guys specialize in catching Runners and Norms and subjecting them to Father's Glorious influence. Trapping them on the ship after they get Father's attention. Little hard for Runners to run when they are trapped on an, admittedly large, cruiser.

A Good Operation really. They are clever and capable Proxies... So I cannot really blame them for shit going wrong. The Plan was fairly simple. Luxury Cruiser sailing into where we suspect the Pirates to be... Miles out at sea. No real rescue could happen.

BUT OF COURSE IT TOOK THEM NEARLY A GODDAMN WEEK TO TAKE THE BAIT.

When they did, it was a simple matter of not getting shot while the Pirates come aboard to collect their Booty. I love Seafood. We then hijacked their boats and had the traumatized survivor tell us where home base is. An utterly inconspicuous Cargo Ship. Security was pretty lax too at first. Sailed right up and boarded and GUESS WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED?

EVERY. SINGLE. YAR HAR FIDDLE DEE DEE FUCKING PIRATE ON BOARD HAD A SWORD OF THE GROVE. A FETTERED BLADE.

Do you know WHY? I saw the Goddamn reason. When the Pirates noticed us, Papa Legba came out. Liked the suit. Very Classy. HATED the Red Tie. Beside him was a Person in a Silver Plague Doctor Mask and Black Robe. The Black Queen again. It fucking HAD to be.

Clearly The Plague Doctor is slipping. The last time I saw The Black Queen, she was being chased down by The Plague Doctor and Magog's Oathbreakers in the HEART of the Crumbling Castle. HOW THE FUCK DID SHE ESCAPE THAT???

Things immediately went to hell. Our People on the Pirate Skiffs started riddling the place with Machinegun Fire, and I ran the fuck away from Pintel, Ragetti and their fucking DEATH SWORDS. Thank GOD we had Jones' Crew there as Meatshields. No causalities among the people that mattered, but we may need to up recruitment here in the Caribbean.

Which brings us to our current state of affairs. The last thing we did before retreating is using up the couple of RPGs that the Skiffs had laying around. I named them Final Fantasy, Dragon's Quest and Ultima. So, that floating hunk of junk is in pretty bad shape.

Now for the bad news. We left someone behind. GUESS FUCKING WHO? I don't know what happened, or WHY Nightscream got left behind, but when we started hauling ass out of there Screamer was NOWHERE TO BE FOUND. If Screamer is ALIVE I am going to KILL IT when we start the Second Assault... Which, at the time I am posting this, should be an hour ago. Just to be safe.

We think they had to haul their crippled asses over to a nearby island to make repairs. We are going in heavy this time with a special surprise that had good Old Proxy Bob quaking in his boots. Even the Hallowing couldn't erase that instinctual fear. That delicious dread that only months of being stalked and hunted can cause... Ladies and Gentlemen. We are leading a force of Pale Men to massacre Legba's Pirates. I expect a glorious slaughter that should serve as a reminder for that Big Red Moron who he is dealing with. White Knives and Black Coats will be stained a deep shade of crimson tonight, and the Caribbean will be alive with the sounds of absolute agony and sheer terror. The Perfect night if you ask me. Ta-ta for now.

David Banks is a Fucking Asshole

Stupid, annoying FUCKER. But at least now he knows the truth. A little quality time with Screamer and everything has been cleared right up. Heheheheheh. Maybe now we can focus on our WORK instead of trying to kill each other. Who knows. Maybe Banks will come in handy sometime. The Man's got some... Useful skills, as Redlight knows.

A few new developments my dear friends. Good and Bad. We'll start with the Bad.

When Dear Old David kidnapped Sam, I tried calling in MARCUS for help. A refresher. MARCUS is a Thoughtborn. He can manifest himself in basically ANYTHING electronic, be it a Computer or a Jackhammer. He was supposed to be the Manufactured Newborn's contribution to this ongoing Crisis. BUT NOW WE CAN'T FUCKING FIND HIM. It is extremely bothersome... Not to mention worrisome, given Redlight's new strategy of indoctrinating the shit out of notable Cultists... I am hoping we get an update from MARCUS soon, because if he has been Redlit... We have a Serious Problem on our hands. 

The Good News is that we found the location of Papa Legba, The Redlit Apostle. Turns out he is the Leader of a Group of Pirates that work between West Africa and the Caribbean. Our informant happens to be the Apostle Xiuhtecuhtli, who shall be henceforth known as "Apostle X" because CHRIST is that name hard to spell. Apostle X tells me that Legba works off of a Pirate "Mother Ship," which keeps him mobile. 

Now, I know there are some young'uns reading this. Modern Pirates AREN'T like Blackbeard or Jack Sparrow. No. They don't use Big Galleons or have Codes of Honor. They tend to use Small... Skiffs that harass larger and more vulnerable target ships with machine gun fire or rocket launchers. In this particular case, the Skiffs deliver any loot to the Mother Ship. Therein lies an opportunity. 

Nightscream, Myself and a small strike team will hijack one of the Pirate Skiffs and board the Mother Ship with it. Once on board, I will soak up any gunfire and give the others some breathing room to pick off the pirates one by one. I hear they aren't actually Timberwolves. Just Pirate Norms. Good place for a valuable Apostle to hide. But there is no hiding from us. Heheheh. I hope we catch another member of the Legion of Doom while we are there. Need to start actually DAMAGING Redlight's Power base, as opposed to just making them run away.

Oh. One other thing that I found curious. Papa Legba is a Haitian Bokor. Do you know what that means kids?

I tried dabbling in their specialty once. Didn't work... Actually I need to go find that Grave. Poor Fucker is probably still buried there.... Dead by now, but that is kind of the point isn't it? HAHAHAHA. 

BANKS

DAVID YOU STUPID PREDATORY PIECE OF FUCK, GIVE SCREAMER BACK NOW OR WE WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND TEAR YOUR BODY APART IN WAYS YOU NEVER THOUGHT POSSIBLE!!!!

Don't fucking test me. If I find Nightscream has a single fucking SCRATCH I am going to inflict the same to you times a THOUSAND.

MARCUS, GET ON HERE, GET OVER HERE AND HELP ME FIND SCREAMER GODDAMMIT. IT IS CRITICAL FOR ANTI-REDLIGHT OPERATIONS. CRITICAL. GET ON TO ANY SECURITY CAMERAS, I NEED TO FIND DAVID FUCKING BANKS NOW!!!!

Pied Piper

A Couple days ago... We dealt with our little Nest Problem. If you have been paying attention, we found out that Redlight's influence is affecting other Cults now. In the case of the Nests that serve the Bird God, that which you name "The Convocation," Redlight has assumed control of a notably dangerous and psychotic Nest called The Glutton. So called for his firm belief that he is in fact a crow and as such, tends to eat people. I am told by my counterpart among the Nests, who sadly is away in Africa, that The Glutton is more of a... Pet to the Local Nests than an actual member. Low Mental Functionality. Mentally Handicapped.

But who am I to discriminate against the Mentally Disabled? No reason for me to give one of them special treatment. He DIES all the same. And he did Die... But not by my hands. Though I did dispose of the body thoroughly. Tasted like chicken. Heheheheheh.

When Redlight took control of The Glutton, he went on a rampage in the local Cult Town. Massacred all the Nests. Left a trail of bodies all the way up to The Glutton's nest. The Nest's nest. HA. I like that. The Team came with us for this one, as Screamer is not at 100%. Need to pick up the slack somehow. Crouching Tiger accompanied us to the Lair of The Glutton, while the others stayed behind to guard the town. A Courtesy to the Nests as a whole. Politics, politics... Heh. Glad I am a neutral agent now.

So, here the three of us were... Stalking through the woods looking for an 8ft tall Psychotic Cannibal who thinks he is a bird. When all of a sudden I see something weird in the distance. Purple. Purple Renaissance Fair reject's clothes adorned by a Man with a Flute pressed to his lips, playing a tune. About FRIGGEN Time I run into a New Member of the Court. I was getting tired of knocking around Morgan all the time.

Now The Piper's exact powers are a little unknown. I mean. He could put people to sleep, but I am not people, so I had no idea if it was going to work on me. Other than that... No idea. Probably a Crafter like Black Queen was. But since he saw me, and I saw him... I had no other real choice but to charge him.

Fun Fact about Maenads people. They are invariably VERY strong. Brute Animalistic Strength. I forgot this. So when I charged him, intending to feast heartily on his jugular... I didn't expect him to stop me dead in my tracks and then tossing me into a Tree. If I had a spine, I can assure you, it would have been broken. FORTUNATELY it wasn't. Meanwhile Tiger and Screamer were having some... Difficulties of their own. The Glutton showed up and was trying to eat Sam's neck. Tiger in the middle of us all wondering who to help. When I heard him yell "MAGNIFICENT STALLION KICKS DODO" I knew I was pretty much going to be on my own here.

My distraction at Nightscream and Tiger proved... Unpleasant. The Piper pinned me down and started doing something weird. His eyes turned... I do not know to describe it. His mouth had some pale blue light coming from it and I just felt my mouth open as well... Like some kind of spooky supernatural kiss. Then I felt all the air in my body just... Being sucked out. I began coughing and sputtering and trying to breathe... But it was all just going into HIM.

Of course what we both forgot is that Lungs are optional for me. So when the last gasp of air left my body... I lunged up and bit a chunk of meat out of his cheek. His blood was FILLED with Azoth... Ah... That is the best taste. I wanted MORE. So when he unpinned me to try nursing his cheek, I grabbed him and tried to have my fill. Warm Bloody chunks... Flowing Red, specked with Black. Black. Black. Heheheheheh.

Didn't get a second bite right away though. He punched me in the face, and you remember what I said about Maenads being strong? Cracked my skull for sure. Practically disfigured my face for a bit. So I rolled off him to readjust my form manually. Had to reset my jaw and nose. Piper was up as well and seemed to be cursing himself for forgetting I wasn't just a run of the mill Proxy. So he pulled a Dagger out. The color of the blade, combined with common sense told me it was one of THOSE blades again. So I pulled out my own little blades.

Knife fights are fun, but they are over FAR too quickly. Usually anyway. I slashed, I stabbed. He parried, he thrust. Then he pulled a second dagger when I wasn't looking at his free hand and slashed my throat with it. I confess... That had me kind of scared. He then jammed his other blade in my heart and grinned at me. Then he decided to "Kiss" me again. Since there was nothing I could do about it... Especially TALK... he finished and started talking to me.

"Tis almost a shame to kill you Little Star. An eternal food supply for me, that I can feed on every time you fill you lungs with lovely delicious air. Alas, my friend... God has marked you for death. For too long you have been a thorn in our sides. Interfering with God's Grand Designs. You death will be a message for those False Angels and the Weak, Pathetic Gods they serve... There is only one True God. The King wrapped in Crimson, and from beyond the Threshold of Quiet in the Garden of Eden, he shall claim the power so carelessly sealed away by those False Deities, and with this power he shall cast down"

They talk too much. They ALWAYS talk too much. So once I had recovered my senses a bit, I lunged at him again while he was too busy spewing that idiotic bullshit about Redlight's "Divinity" and managed to bite into his throat myself. This bite tasted of something else... Something more than Blood, meat, bone and Azoth. He grabbed the dagger in my heart and twisted it, forcing me to back off for a time while he held his throat. The fluid coming out was a mixture of black specked red and a thin, light blue liquid. He began choking and sputtering. It was really quite hilarious.

To his Credit. He charged me again hoping, perhaps, to take me down with his last breath. I quickly pulled the dagger from my own heart and jammed it into his throat, through the hand that he held there. I heard those oh-so familiar gagging noises... And he fell to his knees before me. How Ironic? Spending his last living moments on his knees before the Chosen of an Angel. Granted, I couldn't stay up much longer due to the Azoth pouring out of the hole in my chest. But no matter. He died and I lived. That is all that counts. And his flesh, blood and bone filled me and became one with my Azoth. Replacing the meat he destroyed with that dagger.

After my meal was done, I entered the Rickety Building... Some sort of old Textile Factory I think... That The Glutton had chased Nightscream and Tiger into. I found Sam standing over the corpse of The Glutton with Tiger. A hole blasted right through the hideous Crow's Head. Screamer's glock came in handy I see. Heheheheheh.

Ah... Mission Accomplished, but there is always more work to be done.

We know of ONE other noteworthy Cultist who has been Redlit. A Man going by the name Papa Legba. An Apostle of the Archangel. TIME FOR HISTORY. The Apostles have been the leading faction of the Archangel's Cult. The Timberwolves make up the body, and the Apostles are the Brain. There are ONLY 13 Apostles at any given time. Each controlling the activities of the Timberwolves in certain areas. Papa Legba is the Apostle who coordinates the Caribbean Timberwolves. The Bad news is... That is the extent of our knowledge about him. His Alias is Papa Legba, and he lives in the Caribbean. BIG HELP.

To make matters worse, The Apostles and Archangel have generally been unhelpful in regards to the Redlight situation. Which is FUCKING ANNOYING. So right now I have to sit on my ass and WAIT for an arrangement to be made with one of the other Twelve Apostles. They HAVE to know where Papa Legba is. But this isn't our only current concern. Oh No.

Those of you clever little apes paying attention, will have noticed some rather RUDE comments from everyone's favorite Serial Rapist, Serial Killer and Serial Asshole, David fucking Banks. Due to David's own GUILT complex from LETTING SCREAMER DIE, he refused to believe that Screamer is back. He thinks it is an impostor. He is of course giving NO thought to obvious things like... Oh I don't know... THERE IS NO FUCKING REASON ANYONE WOULD EVER PRETEND TO BE NIGHTSCREAM. It makes NO GODDAMN SENSE. What would the POINT be? And furthermore, I have been IN THE SAME FUCKING ROOM AS SCREAMER. Does he SERIOUSLY think I don't know what Sam looks like, sounds like and acts like?

Of course there is no reason to bother convincing him of the truth. I expect him to come find us, and when he does I am personally going to see to it that his long and storied history comes to a violent end. I am going to dump his body in a shallow grave of trash and filth and let it rot away to dust. He will be dead, gone and forgotten. And No One will Care.

Training

Combat Training. Two words which are spoken in hushed tones, with feelings of dread and fear by Proxies everywhere. There is a very good reason for this, of course. Heheheheheh. We are not known for our restraint, you see. So I can only imagine what is going through Screamer's head right now.

You see ladies and gentlemen... Nightscream has been cooped up in that Castle for a LONG time now, suffering such terrible tortures... Bottom line is that Screamer's body is weaker than it should be, and it's reflexes dulled. Since we do not want Screamer to DIE again, we have decided to put Screamer through some... Refresher courses. Courtesy of myself and my good friend Crouching Tiger. We are starting out easy, of course... No weapons. But I must say, it feels good to punch... Nightscream in the face, and have it be utterly unable to do anything about it. Quite the role reversal. Screamer was one of my first combat instructors, teaching me how NOT TO GET MY ASS HANDED TO ME. Very educational stuff, that I will not be revealing on here for obvious reasons.

Tiger assures me that Screamer will be up to par within the Month. Who am I to doubt a man who can break a person in half with his bare hands.

Tomorrow we will be arriving in Enemy Territory. The Glutton's nest. Formerly Nest territory, the nest and all it's Nests were wiped out by The Glutton, himself a former Nest... Who, according to all reports, is not currently showing signs of Redlight Manifestation. Unfortunate, really, but we are not about to leave this thing unchecked. If Redlight will not appear, we will kill off all his possible bodies one by one. And when he has none left, he will be trapped forever in that Godless Realm. Heheheheheh. Death might be more merciful than that.

The hunger has been bad lately. I need to start KILLING more. All I can think about during my down time is delicious, delicious meats and gravy... Roast and grease and fats and raw bloody marrow and hot chewy red bloody meat... The Glutton will be a good meal. Poultry plus Long Pork... Ah... But how should I prepare him? Grilled? Fry him up? Baked maybe? I don't often eat baked food... Or should it be raw again... I never get tired of that taste and texture... The feel of hot, red blood running down my mouth...

No. No. NO. I have it. It needs Cheese. TIME FOR A TRIP TO THE STORE.

A New Party Member

Well. Miracles have happened before... A Lot of miracles actually. Should have seen this coming... I mean, if someone like ME was brought back, surely Nightscream would be too. I mean that would only make sense. Screamer was always better at... Basically anything not involving leveling a building. So it makes sense for Screamer to be brought back which, of course, is why they did it. Otherwise it would just be fucking unfair, right?

Welcome Back Screamer.

And just in time too... For you see my friends, Redlight is branching out. The Redlit up until this point were purely Proxies or Runners or unlucky Norms. The Other Cultists were fairly safe from.. Scarlet Fever. Heheheheh. But no more... We have a confirmed Nest, and Apostle among the Reds. Nasty ones too...

The current problem was born Adrian Corby. We know him as "The Glutton." Born in 1955, with several unfortunate physical deformities... He was cast out and left in the wild to die. Then we have no idea what happens for a while. Then he became a Nest, and one of the more dangerous and psychotic ones. At least of the ones I am aware of anyway. Apparently he thinks he is a Bird. Specifically a Crow. POP QUIZ. What are the implications of a man thinking he is a Crow. Here is a hint. Think on his Diet.

Now, the REASON this a problem for us, is that we suspect Redlight might try to... Manifest again. This time in the body of something with actual defenses. As you might have guessed, this is not a Good Thing. So Proxy Bob, Nightscream and Myself will be going out to DEAL with this little problem. I of course will not be letting Screamer off a tight leash, since it looks like Screamer is a BIT rusty and... Well. Not mentally back to normal yet. An indeterminate amount of time suffering total agony in the Castle of a God of Disease will do that to you. But I am sure this will be GREAT practice. Screamer will be back to 100% in NO TIME. Pity we can't get new pet Ravens for it though... Then again, I never really cared for the old ones. Annoying, mean spirited little flying pests.

But AH. Where are my Manners here. Most of you are NEW, young and ignorant. Practically have the Attention span of Goldfish. You don't even know who Screamer IS do you? WELL let me educate you.

Nightscream, AKA Sam Freeman, AKA Sam Prescott. Former History Teacher turned Psychopathic Killer Proxy. My Mentor in the art of killing and torturing, though I confess I was never as good as Screamer at either art. Screamer was a MASTER of Psychological Torment, manipulating countless of you adorable little Runners to a painful death. Sometimes worse. Heheheh.

Unfortunately all that went to waste after Redlight reappeared. He took a liking to Screamer, which I assure you is NEVER a Good Thing. At the end of it... Redlight had tortured Nightscream to the point of suicidal insanity. David Banks decided to take care of Nightscream, since I was dead at the time, but naturally failed, and let Nightscream die...

Then, during my little visit to the Castle, I ran into an Afflicted who was wearing the remains of Screamer's signature Bladed Gauntlet. Screamer had pissed off the Plague Doctor a while back, manipulating circumstances to force a confrontation between Father and The Plague Doctor. We thought the Doctor backed off after that but... You can't defeat a God. One way or another...

Doesn't really matter anymore does it? All the matters now is that Screamer is back. Back, smiling, plotting and in the game once more. I can only imagine what kind of corpses the Feds will be finding soon. I am good. But Screamer is an artist. This is going to be so much FUN.

WHAT THE FUCK...

... IS THIS?

BRB GOING BACK TO AMERICA TO KICK SOME HACKER PRETENDER'S ASS.

Welp

That little diversion is over. Not my best work, honestly, but hey, you can't be perfect all the time.

TIME FOR SOMETHING NEW. Guess what? I am not in Germany just for Sanna. Oh No. I am here to visit a particularly difficult to reach Attendant who lives in the Black Forest. The name it has adopted is Sofiel, and it is very... Unusual Attendant in it's lifestyle. If you can call that a life. Majority of the Attendants tend to observe Humans. Homo Sapiens with, formerly, our capacity to learn and create... To make choices based on morality. Good and Evil. Fascinates them. They predate the concepts themselves, you see.

Sofiel on the other hand is part of a handful that prefer the company of... Other things. His host is still human, mostly due to the convenient shape and Opposable thumbs, but it likes Plants. I have no idea why, but considering what the Attendants really are... Doesn't surprise me that they might be a bit weird.

So, shortly after my little bonding session with Sanna wrapped up, I hopped in the van and scurried off for the Black Forest. Dear Old Dad let me know that Sofiel would be in the Black Forest for a while. The thing seems to enjoy visiting various jungles and woods across the planet, with an overwhelming preference for South American Rain Forests. But I digress. Knowing where It is, usually is nowhere near enough. The thing is REALLY Good at hiding. But then, I am really good at tracking things down. As Sanna can attest to. Heheheheheheh.

I located Sofiel and was promptly killed. I don't recall any pain, but it was nigh instantaneous.

It was also extremely unpleasant.

Didn't take It long to realize what I was though, and so I was reformed. Had a little chat about his Big Brothers want. As I understand it, It is not fond of it's Elder siblings... Not much you can do though when you are a lowly 28th of Many. I literally only know of ONE Attendant with less actual power and influence. It was in possession of a little... Parting gift from Enoch. Who is Enoch you may ask? I'll tell ya later.

What is important is that he went on... A Journey. A Journey through terror, through despair, through dread and the depths of madness. First man to ever visit ALL the Realms of the Gods and leave an account of it for us to read. Unfortunately, this account is not entirely in one piece. When it was being retrieved, it was torn apart by the Paths by which it was carried. Missing a lot of Pages. Here. Let me share a Page with you.

Page One in fact.

"December 22, 1952. Agony of Epimetheus

I am old and gray. My bones ache and muscles are weary from the long travels of my life. Now only one journey remains. The ultimate journey. I have become a pioneer to rival the likes of Marco Polo or Colombus, and I faced dangers that even the likes of Alexander or Napoleon would have fled. I have learned truths that Solomon or Nietzsche could never have fathomed. Even now as I pen this, the last thoughts of a tired old man, I stare into an abyss that few could ever withstand. These will be my last actions: To pen the tale of my journies through the bowels of madness... And then step beyond the threshold of eternal Quiet. To meet the imprisoned God and go beyond until I am no more. I shall traverse an infinity of oblivion. 

A being set me upon this path. He opened wide the curtain of sanity, of comfort... And I entered the unlit stage of the universe. The true universe, beyond our wildest imaginations. I thought of him as... Prometheus in a way. Just as Prometheus gave fire to our kind as well as knowledge of fire to allow for mankind to become the "dominant" species of earth, so to did the being grant me the knowledge that I believed would serve as a beacon of light and understanding. I was willing to do anything for this.

I travelled far and wide using the money gained by my father's father. Now, I have nothing left. Nothing left to lose, when I go. My Prometheus promised me I would learn the secrets I so desperately sought for so many years. My mind was clouded with the thoughts of the people I could help. If I had the proof. Could prove all I suspected. I could topple religions, cast down false idols and lead the world into a new age of enlightenment. All those years spent with this delusion firmly in mind. Gods that walked, hidden away from men. Or perhaps I should call them devils? No. Such concepts of morality do not apply to beings such as these. Their concept of right and wrong is far different from the pathetic and hypocritical human concept of morality.  

That is, of course, not the only way these gods differ from humankind. Even their angels are far different from us. My guide, my Virgil, my Prometheus, was one such angel. He had the face of an arab, with eyes the glowed like golden chunks of amber encasing something more ancient than time itself. His slicked back dark hair and hairless chin were very unlike most arabs I had come to know. He smiled a charming smile, and spoke with a deep voice filled with authority and majesty far beyond the most eloquent speakers I had ever come to know. He was always clad in a black and burgundy pinstriped suit, with similar dress pants, and constantly wore a brilliantly golden scarf draped around his neck. All of this was a mask, one it had learned to wear well. 

His kind walk among us, as morticians, as scientists, as priests, as phantoms haunting forgotten lairs... Never in the spotlight, always lurking in the shadows pulling strings. They are the children of gods, the product of an attempt to delay inevitability. To stave off annihilation. They are fragments of divinity. My Guide came to me using the name Samuel Blackwood.

I would come to learn that my guide was less a Prometheus than he was the Serpent of Eden. And from him, I took the apple and was cast out. Unlike Eve however, I was cast out of earth and into Heaven."

Sounds like a fun guy doesn't he? His story didn't have a happy ending, and like all things human related... History repeats itself. This year, on December 21st it all Ends. Really, that day will be when this is all decided. If we have Dr. Marsh, you can go about your merry lives... Dying and living as We see fit. If Redlight has Dr. Marsh... You and everyone you love will Die. Your friends, your family, your pets, your dreams... The trees, the cities, the stones, the earth, the stars... Death itself will Die.

I know I have been over this before... But I think it bears repeating. I am the GOOD GUY here. Don't get in my way, don't try to get revenge for the people I have tortured and killed. This is all for your benefit as well as mine. Redlight cannot succeed my friends.

Guess what. We have a New Strategy for killing him. Perception Filter or No... This one I am keeping close to my chest. It will be a waiting game though... Should not take too long though. He has a few Predictable tendencies that we can exploit. And I look SO FORWARD TO TEARING OUT THOSE AMBER EYES OF HIS AND FINALLY ERASING HIS ARROGANT ASS FROM REALITY.

How Sad

How very, VERY Sad.

Now as most of you know, I have been entertaining a GUEST recently. Dear Sanna. Her Bird Brained Bitch Buddy was pissed, but no worries. She never once interfered... Which is exactly what it so Sad.

Now most, if not all, of you are readers of both MY blog and Sanna's. Therefore I find it REALLY curious that none of you made ANY EFFORT to rescue her. Not a SINGLE attempt. Oh sure, a few of you made some NOISE like you were going to, but I had her for days. There is simply NO EXCUSE for such... What is it... Laziness? Or is it Apathy? I can imagine it now... You stupid, selfish fucks sitting at your computers saying "Oh. That's terrible." and then going about your day. None of you cared. Deep, deep down... It just wasn't your problem. So what if someone of you make claims about being Sanna's friend. You didn't sign up to go on RESCUE MISSIONS. Let somebody else do it.

But of course. None of you will bother accepting blame. I mean... It was ME who kidnapped her after all. It was me who tortured her... It was Me who... Heheheheheh. How can you be to blame for this? Well answer me this. If you know a tragedy is occurring and you have the power to stop it, or at least try... And you decide to do nothing. What does that make you? Especially if the one in danger is a friend. Or. "Friend" in this case. You know the kind. You all are the friends that hang around so long as conditions are right. If something goes wrong... "You are on your own." Right?

Some of you don't even have cowardice to blame. Jack, even in his diminished form, is still higher that me on the Power Level Totem Pole. Did you know that no one even called the Police? No reported Sanna missing. No one reported Sanna had been kidnapped. Do you know what that says to me? You don't care. None of you cared. You may claim otherwise until the day the life is strangled from you... But this even proves it without a shadow of a doubt. Cowards, Monsters.

...

I am sure this will give Sanna something to think about when she gets out of the hospital. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Because you know who IS NOT A COWARD? FUCKING KELEVRA! HAHAHAHAHAHA. That fucking PSYCHOPATH. The MASS MURDERER. A Dyed in wool MONSTER like me... He was the only one who gave enough of a shit to DO ANYTHING. Isn't that FUNNY? Isn't that just fucking HYSTERICAL?

I tell you... If Sanity makes one so without care and so cowardly... It is overrated. Kelevra just popped in, we had a little chat, and Sanna walked free that day. Seems pretty clear to me who she can rely on around here. Human are social animals... You can't just rely on yourself. That is what friends, REAL friends, are for. A life lesson I hope Sanna learned well. I know I opened her mind to all sorts of possibilities in that warehouse. Those scars I left her, will be a constant reminder of the truth. In her darkest hour, those who professed friendship and love for her decided to leave her to die. To die screaming and in pain at the hands of a known Cannibal and skilled torturer. All her friends but one. Kelevra. And for that I applaud him.

I guarantee you, one of these days, Sanna is going to thank me for allowing her to learn this crucial lesson in life.

Retaliation

So. About Two hours ago, I walked out of my hotel room and straight into a Sword. One of the ones that can FUCKING HURT ME. Guess who it was. MORGAN. My Buddy Morgan. I said "Hi Morgan" to him, and he grabbed me and rammed into a window before throwing me out. We were on the Fifth Floor.

Now. I don't have any bones to break. But a fall like that will still disorient me a bit. So there I was, laying on the ground. Bleeding out. Stunned and helpless. But not worried. Why? Because I know Morgan. I knew he wouldn't finish me without giving a Speech first. Probably a long one. So after I was about to get up, he marched out and gave me hand. On my throat. Before slamming me into a Car. Still picking out shards of glass from my body. THEN he gave the speech.

"Did you really think you could get away with impeding God's sight? Did you really think that there would be no consequences for DARI-"

A swift kick to the family jewels cleared up this bit of noise pollution. I only really needed one hand to hold in my Azoth. The other hand had a knife. Unfortunately for Morgan, his fighting style involves being big, slow and stupid. Unfortunately for Me, Redlight is his boss. And Redlight isn't a moron. I stuck my knife into Morgan's chest and found it embedded in thick ARMOR. Leading to me being thrown into a FIRE HYDRANT. So. After recovering from my embarrassment at temporarily getting my ass handed to me by MORGAN, he grabbed me again with the intent of skewering me I believe. So I starting Eating his arm and BY THE WAY, he tasted fucking TERRIBLE. Like ash and smoke. It worked however. He let me go and I tried pouncing on him, only to get FUCKING SKEWERED ANYWAY. Since eating him wasn't really working, and my knife was on the ground somewhere, I had one choice. I punched him in the throat and then started slamming his head into a car door and window. Cathartic really. Despite the fact I was, and am, now leaking Azoth from my stomach and heart.

The Bad news is, about the time I got to slamming the door shut on Morgan's head about four times, he just sort... Vanished. Leaving behind that oh so familiar ash behind. Ah. This is going to be one of those days isn't it? Where everything goes wrong? Ah... But I have SO MUCH planned for today... Goddammit... Oh Well... We'll do it anyway. See what happens.

Vacation

Perception Filter on this post is OFF Boys and Girls. Traveling to Berlin. Why? Multiple Reasons why. Europe seems to be where most of the action is these days anyway. Need to see if Proxy German Division exists and if I need to whip it into shape. Bound to be plenty of runners to play with though. I mean. For a while there, a lot of people thought Father was a German Boogeyman as opposed to a True God. Laughable isn't it? HAHAHAHAHA.

People used to grossly underestimate what they were dealing with. But now? You know don't you... Hell, maybe you know too much. I kind of miss that. No excuse for any clever runner NOT to know what they are dealing with. I remember reading the initial wave of blogs. I loved how disorganized they were, I loved how they tried to rationalize things. Their lack of knowledge lead to SUCH fear. But now... That bit of fear is gone. You know so much, or you think you do. With knowledge comes feelings of... Safety. You know how it works, who it targets... Even shreds of what it is.

Don't you?

I suppose in a way, even after death... All those runners. Zeke Strahm, Zero, Reach, Robert, M, Maduin... Even after death they continue to cause problems for us. Having their petty blogs as resources for other runners to compare notes and pick up on tricks. Certainly kills part of my enjoyment. Instead of people holding their back to the light, staring into the ever shifting darkness that surrounds them, trembling with fear of what could be lurking within... We have smug, punk ass kids who think they have a chance at killing or surviving against something that has killed FAR braver, tougher and smarter people than you lot could ever Be.

Your Fear makes this interesting. It is your fear that we want. Without that, you are just punks with guns and keyboards. Meat to tenderize and flay alive. Really look at you all. For all the guns, and the training and the goals of survival, or anarchy, or killing Father. What have you accomplished? You have killed a few proxies? Woop-de-doo. Either we have more, or Father doesn't really need us. We weren't always around you know. Father did not need us then, and he does not need us now. Maybe you managed to hurt him with some fantastic invention? Magnets and Electricity? Assuming it REALLY caused pain, or some equivalent of pain... It can't stop him. You can't kill him. You can't make him disappear. Everything you do is meaningless, and the only reason you continue to live is for the Game and the amusement we all feel from it.

Of course. I am a Proxy. Was a Proxy. No reason to take a word that comes out my mouth seriously. So you'll snark at me and belittle me and try poking holes in my statements. Remember what I said about smugness? Now my greatest joy in life is watching that smugness disappear. When you lay there, holding in your own guts, bleeding and crying. In such agony that death might be a welcome release... You will know humility. You will realize where your lofty goals lead you to. The world will move on, as it always has, without you. Without you making the smallest impact on anything. You are toys to be played with and discarded when the time comes. Nothing more, nothing less.

But yes. Berlin is where I am headed to next. A few errands to run. Dinner to prepare. Cultists to meet. I am bringing Dr. Marsh with me, of course. So this is a formal invitation. Redlight. Catch us if you can.

Party Pooper

So SAD. Doc, John, Jonathan, Johnny Boy, WHY WASTE THIS OPPORTUNITY? I took the gag out and the best you can give me is a couple SUICIDE attempts? COME ON MAN. You disappoint Me. I HATE BEING FUCKING DISAPPOINTED. Maybe I should eat a few fingers. Maybe a hand. Teach you to waste an opportunity from me. AND YOU DISAPPOINTED OUR AUDIENCE. Look at them all. They are so sad they could not read your pathetic cries for help. And. Seriously man, we BOTH know you want help. There is still hope. You can still escape from all this. Right? RIGHT? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. No.

Ah... My Friends. It has only been a couple days, but it has felt like an ETERNITY away from you all. HOW IS EVERYONE? Still serving as an Agent of Chaos Kelly? Still DELICIOUS Sanna? Still being useless Phil? How about you Gabriella, or whatever name the voices in your head gave you this week. Hehehehe. Spyre? Doing Manly things? Great. Keep it up. Jack. Go fuck yourself. Professor Med? You still doing suicidally stupid things? KONAA, BUDDY I MISS YOU, WE NEVER TALK ANYMORE. Keep being utterly worthless at your job. "Azrael" Go fuck yourself. "TILDE" I have a VERY strong idea about who you are. HA. Just WAIT until I track down your little BITCH Kid friend, I am going to make her SUFFER for what... Hehehehehe. Well. We musn't spoil things for the few uninformed people left. Good news though. You are low on my list of priorities. Tick Tock though. My mind is like a HURRICANE with all sorts of ideas and priorities flying around. Never know what ends up on top.... Hunger might tip the scales though, so... Keep that in mind.

I am ecstatic people. Things are Great. Getting a bit hungrier than normal more often now... But the food has been great. Learning how to cook more, in my free time. I am not normally one for alcohol, but I heard about this delightful recipe for "Offal Ale." Something about the recipe spoke to me. Probably the part that involves organs. Mmmmm. Going to make sure my organ stock is fairly fresh, so... SHOPPING TRIP IN THE NEAR FUTURE. Volunteers?

But I'll bet everyone here is wondering WHY I am really so happy. Well, my friends, we Finally Did it. This blog has a fully functional Perception Filter. The Redlit Network can't see SHIT. In fact, if they try, what they will see instead are these posts. Great aren't they? I love it. Cynthia was such a Good Kid, really fun. And that second post? That is REDLIGHT begging Miss Annie to keep big bad Morningstar away. Granted... He wasn't in his right mind when he said that. But it changes nothing.

Ah... But this should give us a degree of safety. Now the next step is to figure out how to be less... Reactionary. More proactive. Because we currently can't find The Legion of Doom when they decide to manifest. It's only AFTER the fact. And I HATE SITTING HERE WITH MY THUMB UP MY ASS. Really sucks.

Things might go FASTER if he some of the other Cults would PITCH IN every once in a while. Oathbreakers aren't playing ball, the Dolls are only giving vocal support, Maenads are too disorganized on their own, Timberwolves are too busy holding on to PETTY GRUDGES, Nests don't seem to give a flying fuck. Which, come to think of it, is the only fuck they can possibly give. The Camper, Hushed Monks and Crimson Knights are completely out of the question, especially due to the latter two being part of the problem. I seriously thought I was fucking DONE with politics once I became a Vessel. I JUST WANT TO EAT THEM AND BE DONE WITH IT.

You know I have recently acquired an appreciation for human lungs. Really. Something about their texture is completely sublime. What makes me appreciate them more is the rarity of fairly clean lungs. Cigarettes fucking ruin them. It's terrible and disgusting. I could always go for the lungs of children but... They are a bit small, you know? It is Fresh, Clean, fully developed lungs that are worth cooking.

Hmmm. Teenager lungs might not be bad either. Light weight snack. Hey Sanna, do you smoke? Oh. Incidentally. Any liver disorders that you know of? God I love liver. 

I am So Sorry

That last post was SO utterly unprofessional of me. Please, gentle readers, accept my sincerest apologies.

That said. WE DIDNT FUCKING FIND A GODDAMN TRACE OF HIM. I had Two Clunkers, Three Brothers, A Nameless, 5 of those Black Eyed Brats, Uriel, A Scribe and briefly, Jack-Ass of All. And we searched for ANY trace of HIM. Absolutely nothing. THAT IS WORSE THAN FINDING SOMETHING. Because if it was an imitation or impersonator.... SOMETHING would have been left behind. But the real deal? Redlight, The Devil Himself.... Finding Nothing is almost proof it was him.

Goddamn Amber Eyes and that FUCKING GRIN of his, EAR TO GODDAMN EAR... It had to be him. But this is impossible. He is TRAPPED in the Grove. He can't get out by just POOFING IN. That is why he tried coming in through a Goddamn PIMPLE.

Let me clarify something. I CAN Kill Redlight. But only under specific circumstances like when he tried coming through as a Pimple. When he is in a half state of Azoth, I can overpower him and consume EVERYTHING. Mind, Body and Soul. But in the physical world? He might as well be a clown with me as a Balloon Animal. Hell. For him it might be EASIER to kill me than the AVERAGE FUCKING PERSON.

So. Here is what I am going to do. I am going to chill. I am going to be cool. And I am going away for a little while. Just... Under the Radar. But I know, Beloved Readers, I can hear your cries and wailing... "No Morningstar, don't leave us. You are the light of our lives, the highlight of our days." Well, Fair Readers, Fear not. I am leaving a GOOD friend of mine in charge of the blog. PROXY BOB. And the best part? He is going to be ungagged. See. Proxy Bob is a Hallowed. Nobody at home in there. Knock on the head and it is empty... But for Proxy Bob, we left the door open. We can... Turn on his mind again for a little while a day. So I am going to let Doctor Marsh do a little posting. I am sure he misses it, and the best part is, if he tries to leave the room during his Free Moments, his mind will RESET and Proxy Bob will take back over.

I want Echo to tell you ALL about the things we have made him do. HEY. Everyone here know Echo? No? Well I will explain him a bit. Doctor Jonathan Marsh was a family doctor. Young, Single, I guess not unattractive. Bright I think, but in WAY over his head in these matters. Not a Scientist, despite his best efforts. His family is also an interesting topic, especially his Uncle. More on him later. Echo became a runner very late last year, and started a blog early this year. He is a very important individual to us, blame his Uncle. He is also CRITICAL for Redlight's Master Plan, as we know it. I tried to make it look like he had DIED, but it looks like The Legion of Doom never really believed that. So I put less effort into maintaining the charade. Anyway, Echo, despite his best efforts, was not a killer. Oh I think he killed a COUPLE people, and he tried killing ME. But he never really could stomach it, despite trying. So naturally, I have been having him CUT A RED, BLOODY SWATH THROUGH RUNNERS all this time. I am sure it has changed him. Or maybe he is in denial, maybe he will try to justify it with "The Proxies mad me do it." Hehehehehe. Maybe so Echo, maybe so... But Jonathan. My friend. Those hands are STAINED with blood. You have taken MANY lives. Doesn't matter who was running the show. You did it.

So. I bid you all adieu. I will be around a little bit. Comments. Maybe Co-Starring in my own blog for a bit. But I really don't need The Red Team to find out my exact movements for a little while.

Toodles everyone. See you soon.

RED ALERT

MARCUS I know you are FUCKING watching this blog, so get your VIRTUAL ASS over here and tell me what the fuck I am looking at.

Red Hoodie. Tall Guy. AMBER FUCKING EYES and STARING UP AT MY WINDOW. AM I HALLUCINATING HERE? HE CAN'T BE OUT. HE FUCKING CAN'T BE, IT IS NOT POSSIBLE. He is supposed to be trapped in the Grove...

SEND ME FUCKING HELP. SEND ANYONE AND EVERYONE, GODDAMMIT. FUCK FUCK SHIT FUCK SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT. If he GOT OUT, I AM USELESS. I AM NOTHING MORE THAN A THIN MEMBRANE AROUND A MASS OF TAR TO HIM.

SEND SAMAEL. SEND URIEL. RAMAEL, TAHARIEL... ANY OF THEM. FUCK, GET HEYLEL. IT LIKES TO HELP PEOPLE, SO MAKE IT HELP ME! HE CAN FUCKING KILL ME PERMANENTLY!!!!! HELP GODDAMMIT!!!!

Castle Crashed

Alright. Let me get the obligatory Recap out of the way. I entered the Crumbling Castle through Enoch's Path, which may actually be the only way a Non-Oathbreaker or Non-Runner can get in. It was... An unpleasant place. Imagine for a moment, individuals kept alive through the worst fevers and flesh destroying bacteria. The first thing I saw in the entry hall was a big banquet table, with about 13 people sitting. Their skin was so diseased and their bodies so wrecked, all the could do was breathe. Their eyes didn't function, their flesh was like a sticky jelly, but not so sticky that it didn't come off easy. The Bones looked liquid. I only know this, because I found it absolutely hilarious. It looked like skeletons walking around in big costumes of skin. It was the highlight of my visit.

The big staircase leads up or down, and my money was on down. It smelled of... Heat and blood and things I couldn't place. Dark and poorly lit. But I don't want to dwell on it. Came downstairs and started hunting around for the Syringes when I ran into an Oathbreaker. Or rather, an EX-Oathbreaker who is also a GODDAMN CRAFTER. So, being utterly useless against that, she decided to introduce herself as The Black Queen. I won't even dignify her with our banter. So, since I was essentially a big pile of play dough to her, she had me help look for the damned Syringes. 2 Days of searching LATER, we finally FOUND THEM... Alongside some potential test subjects... Saw someone I knew there. Guess fucking who, Banks. I blame you for this too, albeit not as much as Redlight. My... Friend's condition was bad. Very bad. We just... Don't catch breaks, do we? Look at what we are in Life. FUCKING LOOK AT ME! BECAUSE I WILL BE HERE UNTIL THE STARS GO OUT. Again, and AGAIN. But the alternative is SO MUCH WORSE. I've seen it firsthand now.

... Of course, well... I wouldn't have gotten out of there if it was not for my friend. I guess... The Black Queen has "Redlit" written all over her, and that connection must have... I dunno. Triggered something. There was barely any mind left in there, and I doubt my friend recognized Me. But Redlight... That is something my friend would NEVER forget, no matter the damage done mentally.

Look. Bottom Line. I got out, I have the Syringes, Black Queen MAY be neutralized. Plague Doctor didn't like The Queen trying to fight off It's favorite labrat... And I am STILL sick from that. I didn't even know I COULD get sick, let alone Feverish and vomiting. What the fuck is my nose even stopped up with? Azoth? My nose is MADE of Azoth, this makes no sense and it SUCKS... Heh....

You know... I kind of hoped the afterlife would be a happy place for all of us. But in the end, there is no escape. One of them or Another will always claim us in the end... And no matter where we end up, Castle, Shore, Swamp, Path, City, or Tower... It is just a different slice of Hell.

You are never making me go back there again. You will need to HALLOW ME if you want me to EVER set foot back there again.

Finally out of the Castle. Mission Accomplished. Fucking Plague Doctor... Fucking Oathbreakers. Goddammit all... I will talk about it in detail some other fucking time.

I have the Syringes and one member of The Legion of Doom may, or may not be neutralized. Probably not. The Black Queen. I can confirm she is Ex-Oathbreaker and a complete bitch.

Redlight. Spencer. If you are reading this... If it is the last thing I do, I am going to kill you. Slowly. And as painfully as I can manage. YOU BETTER FUCKING TELL HIM I SAID THAT YOU BASTARDS, I KNOW SOME OF YOU READ THIS. TELL HIM I AM GOING TO RIP HIM APART, TELL HIM I AM GOING TO MAKE HIM SUFFER A HUNDRED TIMES THE AGONY THAT HE MADE... Hahaha. Well. Public Blog. Can't be airing personal grudges like that. They know who is in the Crumbling Castle... Shambling along... A dead Afflicted thanks to REDLIGHT'S manipulations and petty grudges.

Actually Redlight... You know what I think? You cheated. You were SCARED of our dear friend. You just weren't as good at manipulating people and things and GOD knows you are easy to manipulate. As all Mere Mortals are. You were much more threatening when you were going by the name Spencer. You at least had a backbone then, and you weren't blinded by an ego that your head can barely contain anymore... Hehehehe. And if I heard right, I don't think it CAN contain it anymore. You are less a God than I am. You are on the RUN from me, after all. You know what I can do to you once I find you... Once you start leaking into the minds of your puppets and I can extract you and finally give you what you deserve. Maybe... Maybe I will even put you back in the tree. I have the Syringes after all and they are just going to sit here collecting DUST. Your Other had such fun with them last time. I bet you remember don't you Spence. It's all leaking in now.

Soon Enough. Retribution is coming, and don't think that your little troupe of halfwit, insane Cult rejects is going to impede me in any way.

Cloak and Dagger

Bad news from the front. The Cloaked Creeps didn't have it. I checked EVERY nook and cranny. Every Viral Flavor you could ever think of... T, G, C, TG, TV, TB, Uroboros, Blacklight, KV, Rage, et cetera. But no Doomsday syringes. They were here though. And if they are not here, and nobody moved them... That leaves only one place. Fuck. Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck.

Time to educate the ignorant on this. We all know The Path of Black Leaves. Usually appears as a monochrome road surrounded by trees covered in black leaves. Never anyone in sight, silent as the grave. Heheheh. No place like home. But it is merely ONE of many places like that. They don't exist as we know existence. I can't pull out a globe or some star charts and point at the Path. Same goes for all the others. They come in many shapes and sizes you know. An Ash filled wasteland of smoke and blood, chains and bones littering the ground. A beach of black sand flanked by murky, churning waters and impassible jagged cliffs, constantly bombarded by a fierce thunderstorm. A swamp filled with corpses drinking in the fluids within, but it is not water. An endless field of flowers, pretty to the eyes, but every other sense will be SCREAMING in fear, because they know what lurks behind that happy, smiling visage.

And On. And On. And On. Plenty of these places out there, each more horrible than the last. One of my least favorites is called The Crumbling Castle. For the more slow witted out there, Sanna, Female Seeker, Male Seeker, and V'ger, it is in fact a Castle that is crumbling. A large, LARGE castle. You hear stories about that place. The Path is a Path, it is meant to be traveled on and traveled through. It is a difficult road, but ultimately just a path. The Castle? It's a dungeon. A torture chamber. A giant incubator for every ailment mankind knows and doesn't know. I know of maybe... Three people who have made it through there alive.

Soon to be four if I get my way. Big IF. There is a short list of things out there that can kill me dead. The Plague Doctor is one of them. It looks like he might not be all on board with this whole "Avert the Apocalypse" thing I have going. Who knows why. But this means I need to Sam Fisher my way in to THE CRUMBLING CASTLE and get those damn Syringes. I could not be any less excited for this, and you can bet The Legion of Doom is sending their own person in. Ugh.

So. While I consult the Archive on this stuff... What is everyone up to? Having Good Days? See any good movies? Play any Good Games? Any Plague Doctor sightings? Because I would love for him to be OCCUPIED right now. That would be nice.

Sleep

MAN oh Man. I think I slept for almost an entire DAY. You know have NO idea how refreshed I feel right now. Granted, I am not sure WHY I went to sleep, because...Well. I haven't slept in Months, really. But still. I REALLY forgot how good sleep felt. Like falling asleep on a fluffy cloud. I wonder if I dreamed anything? Can something like me dream? I Guess so considering ARKADY STILL HASN'T GIVEN ME MY MUCH DESERVED, MUCH AGREED UPON BICYCLE! Seriously. Fuck that Guy. Getting my hopes up like that. What an asshole.

In other news, my wounds are COMPLETELY healed. Not even a scar. Good. Very Good. Don't need to get called Emo by people due to my Semi-Self Inflicted Sword wounds. Hehehehe. As I recall, he got off worse though. So I call this a win.

You know what I haven't eaten in a while? Eggs. I LOVE Eggs. Scrambled Eggs especially. Just like Mother used to make and dump in the trash for me to go after. Once I learned they tasted better warm, they quickly became one of my favorite foods. I like it with cheese though. And Bacon. I want Bacon. Mmmmm. The World's most perfect food.

BUT RIGHT, BUSINESS AND DUTY CALLS AND SHIT. Woke up and checked my Phone. Saw a friggen a Virtual face staring at me. I proceeded to toss the phone at the wall, while I realized I really shouldn't be freaked out over this. It was just MARCUS. He seemed kind of pissed that I threw him at a wall. Understandable I guess. I don't like being thrown at walls either. Then again, I don't have a skull. Neither does MARCUS. I decided to test how much a skull could take once. I had this Baby with me. Mommy and Daddy died after we herded them to Father. But the Baby remained. So I decided... Lets see how much this thing's skull can take. So I went to Wal-Mart and got this wiffle bat. Then I began BEATING THE SHIT out of the thing's head with the wiffle bat. In my previous life, I was a fairly strong guy, so the bat broke the Baby's head wide open pretty quickly. Took about.... Six Minutes.

But yeah. We have a... Lead of sorts on the Doomsday Syringes. GUESS WHO? The Cloaked Clowns, The Beaked Freaks, Men and Women who the likes of Dr. Mindbender and Dr. Drakken shake their heads at sadly.... The OATHBREAKERS. We really hate these guys. Now I want you to imagine CHAOS. Disorder. Now imagine it being INCREDIBLY BORING. That is what the Oathbreakers serve. Their Plague Doctor. More or less the inferior, predictable, highly chaotic counterpart to Father dearest. The Plague Doctor is as aggressive as Father is passive. It kills you quickly as Father draws it out longer and longer. The Plague Doctor attacks your body, as Father attacks your mind. So naturally, Proxies and Oathbreakers don't get along.

Don't get me wrong. When the going gets tough, we CAN coexist. A team of Proxies and Oathbreakers working closely together might suffer from... Disappearances from the Oathbreaker side, and the Proxies probably start ending up with mysterious cut wounds that manifested in the middle of the night.

Did I mention these guys weaponize disease? Because they do. The worst ones tend to have these walking incubators running around their pits. The Afflicted. Just being breathed on by these things will give you half the known diseases of Africa. Including ones not known.

Now. There are two scenarios that can play out here. One. We kick down the Oathbreakers doors, kill them all, dance merrily in their entrails, and grab the syringes. OR. They moved syringes and we will have to go somewhere VERY unpleasant.

Actually. Speaking of "We", it is actually "I" right now. Proxy Bob got called away for some reason. I smell shenanigans and horrible scheming. My favorite kind, actually.

So. I have to ask. How IS everybody this fine day? Anybody die over night? That would be funny. Kelly! Any Good Kills lately? Sanna! Have you killed enough people to qualify as a Mass Murderer yet? PHILLY BOY! Still being so unenthusiastic about your job? JACK! Still crying over Carter's grave? Oh MAN I was laughing so hard at that. SEEKER PEOPLE! If you are seekers, what are you seeking? LORD GUARDIAN CUDDLES! Want a yarn ball? "Azrael"! Rape anyone I know lately? Anonymous Commenter who signs off with "~"! Who the fuck are you again? MISS ANNIE! You probably aren't reading this, you Proxy-racist BITCH, I'll be back to finish our dance sometime later, I PROMISE you. HAHAHAHA. JP/V'GER! Can't wait til The Enterprise's Crew takes you down, until then do continue to fail miserably at keeping Meddy alive. It's going to be HILARIOUS to see our Generation's Sage DIE to early. Hehehehehe. What a pathetic excuse for a Sage you are Meddy.

Reformatting

Proxy Bob Posting. Attendant Samael has come to reformat Morningstar. They are. Displeased. Initial assumption that. Morningstar's hunger would become asset. Incorrect. Flaw. Went on small rampage. Consumed thirteen people before subdued by Attendant Samael. Violent instability proving difficult to deal with. May need to reset every so often. Natural fluidity of Azoth not complimenting tendency for simplicity in regards to human personality. Reset was inevitable. Need more tactics than devour anything in sight. Predictable and the counter-produtive to why Morningstar was chosen.

Human minds. Electricity and chemicals. Easily altered. Morningstar must be perfect agent for given task. Fearsome reputation is an asset. Driving Europe Division Agents into hiding is not. Purification not due for at least a decade. Will be ensuring that Morningstar stays out of affairs that no longer concern him. No Sanna. No Banks. No Annalee. No recreational killing. Applying perception filter on this post. Will not allow Morningstar to detect it. Responds negatively to personality adjustments. Comments referring to Personality readjustment will also be Filtered.

Enemy Agent Iblis incapacitated for sometime. Good. Tree Extract will be located and reacquired, or destroyed. Winter Solstice approaches. Need to be ready.

Fettered Blade

I have developed some major self loathing issues because of today. Such a shame. All those years of Therapy down the drain.

MARCUS found Iblis. Wasn't terribly difficult. He doesn't look like me, but he ACTS just like me. Well. Kind of. Based on the footage, I think he is a bit less... Controlled. Massacred an entire bus full of people with a Butterfly knife. MY Butterfly knife. My Original Knife. It doesn't belong in the hands of Little Red Bus-Crashing Hood. It is Mine.

So I tracked him down to a Cafe. Immediately something about this seemed off. People were coming and going without a care in the world. Not really even reacting to the masked, red cloaked man with a long sword on his hip. So I asked "Self. What am I doing holed up in a Cafe. With norms running in and out?" so my Self answered. "Self. How do we know they are norms?" This was a good point. So I did a little snooping. Seems Red is rather fashionable among the patrons. Trap. Trap. Trap.

So I sat myself down and... Decided to think up a plan. Relax. Barbecue up that infant I took from the hospital the other day... Could have used better sauce. Something a little less sweet. Infant flesh is already the angel food cake of human meat. Started to read up on the blog activities. Saw this little Gem. Nice to see the EuroProxies showing some spine in the face of a little friendly teasing. Makes me wonder how you actually managed to kill any of the runners who threaten you daily. Or is that not done across the pond? Oh Well. Got a good chuckle out of me. Honestly buddy, you need to get a sense of humor. Your panicked, knee jerk reaction was hilarious to be sure. Not exactly the smartest move though, all things considered. I mean. I am WAY too busy for a European Tour Vacation and as for Kelly... Well... I think he might have problems of his own on the way.

Side Note. Think I found Lily's Daughter. Heheheheheh.

I also saw that my last Dance Partner, Miss Annie, was up and at it again. She is probably eating through a straw right now though. Certainly not ready for an encore. I AM somewhat curious what they are doing with my leftovers. That one guy who was tied to a Pipe in their shack. I hope they keep him around. Next time I decide to drop by, I would appreciate a familiar meal. They are rather rare nowadays you know.

Ah... But now we get to the part of my day that was not so fun. Our assault on that Cafe. I wanted to hold the Pale Men back, to not spook Iblis too much. Let him think it was a one on one thing. Unfortunately... I may have underestimated my own swordsmanship, especially if that was what he was focusing on for the past year and a half. Redlight just HAD to pick the ONE place where they could forge the damn things to be his central nexus. The Good news is that they don't work on anything bigger than me. The bad news is, they HURT LIKE A BITCH.

Of course. It takes more than a little physical trauma to put me down. Some advice to myself.... Don't rely on your knowledge of human physiology to tell you where to stab. I only have a heart when I want to have a heart beat. The rest of the time it is all Liquid Goodness. Starving liquid Goodness. How's the hand by the way Iblis? Bet you didn't think I could do that. Hell. Even I didn't think I could do that. But what have we learned today? Say it with me now. "Do Not attempt to Punch the walking puddle man." Is that shark comparison making more sense? I would hope so.

You see, ladies and gentlemen. I entered the cafe late at Night. I... Was perhaps a TINY bit overconfident. Got a sword shoved through where my heart would be. The Legion of Doom has a weapon. These swords. Probably need to find out if they forged them or found them, because both are possible... The wound is still there. A Freaking hole in my chest that WON'T GO AWAY. Unfortunately for Chuckles over there, his next move was to try punching me in the face. So I took off his arm. But even THAT didn't heal the DAMNED HOLE. Good news is. Iblis is only human. I ate my own arm the other day, on a whim. I eat his arm, he goes into shock. That didn't make him happy. All that screaming. So it was my turn to punch him in the fact. Shatter that pretty little mask into pieces. Behind it was a face, clearly not mine. Bleached blonde hair, green eyes.

Once again. Overconfident. Got my head taken off by something behind me and I blacked out. Until, you know. About an hour ago. The Azoth turned on the autopilot and reattached everything. Based on the Other large holes in me, and some scratches that keep oozing Azoth... It also drove off whatever decapitated me. Didn't see Iblis's corpse anywhere, so I assume he escaped. Heheheheh. Just means I will eat him later.

No sign of the Doomsday Syringes in that cafe though. I assume Iblis and company were looking for it just like we are. With possibly less luck. Good. Redlight might be able to replicate the contents of the syringe if he gets them. You all know how he is about taking the world down with him. HeheheheHAHAHA. Going to take a walk. See if a little exercise can't fix these wounds. Maybe grab a bite while I am out too. We'll see.