From the Ark

Hello, hello, my dears.

I am at the Ark now and have just recently begun my new assignment. You all remember the first time I was here, do you not? Good. You will recall, then, that there was that girl here, investigating the death of some punk who was bothering Ridley about getting into our little circle here. Ridley was not happy about being pestered by this child and promptly separated the lad from some of his vital organs. Some of our dear boys came and cleaned house, but it seems they missed this little girl, and then the Master began to take an interest in her.

Well our dear Princess returned from after a week in the Master's domain. Honestly, what is it with you people and your blogs, ? It has been such a long time, I scarcely remember... but I digress. As you can see, the Master has taken a rather very different approach than normal with this one, and she has come over to us quite readily.

So, you may be wondering what am I to do in all this? Compliments of her dear 'Prince', is to recieve an inheritance from her dear departed mother. It was such a tragic accident. I am to serve as an... executor; someone must keep the money safe until our Princess is ready to recieve it. I might perhaps act in the role of a mentor even, imparting some of the wisdom I have gained through my years of servitude to our glorious Black King. After all, the children are our future.

Well, first things first of course, I had would have to introduce myself. Properly, I mean; that little encounter outside the Ark does not count, and was over a month ago besides. So I headed straightaway across this little town to Fiona's neighborhood. I was expected, Mr. Adalheidis had already received word of his ex-wife's death, and so I was let right on in. I laid down the details for him: Fiona's mother left her a very large sum of money in her will, however as she is a minor I was to have control over the money. She would be granted an allowance, so long as I see fit. Fiona entered then, her look of shock a delicious indication that she still remembered me. However, I believe she recognized that surely I must be a subject of her dear ‘Prince’, and she sat down to listen as I explained the situation.

She appeared quite joyous at the news, though of course she was very unhappy to hear of her dear mother’s death. She remained a bit distrustful of me I could see, remembering that night at the Ark. Needless complications; I shall remedy that easily at the soonest possible convenience. Dear old father remained wary as well, sensible chap, I will grant him that, but some things are best to take care of sooner rather than later. Not quite as simple as I would have hoped since the man should have no reason to distrust me. It is possibly nothing, but I shall keep an eye on that one…


And so you have the situation as it stands for the moment. I shall be returning to see Fiona again soon, to... help her find some ways to use her inheritance. For starters, I believe a princess should have a palace, and there is a just lovely old place outside town that should suit the Master's purposes. Hmmm.... come to think of it, this place is lacking an owner now that old Maalik is dead, perhaps....

Well, I must bit you all adieu, dear readers. It has been a fine day in which business has been conducted, and one needs be well rested to keep one step ahead of one's enemies.

~Regards

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I am rather busy over here! What are you babbling about?

That! What the fuck is that!?

I do not know to what you are referring! I see nothing!

Ridley! Archangel! That creature is coming back! Get out of the way!

Oh, bother.

Dammit!

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And so we bring you Carthage.

The Angels of the Tall One devoured by the Light.

Yes, I do believe I have heard that one before. Would you care to try devouring me again?

Blackness reigns.

What the hell is he talking about now?

Ignore it. There's too much Bleeding here, it's going to break soon.

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What was that? Who is Dolly?

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Break it now?

Archy, you crazy bastard don't even think about it!

I believe you may have something there. Hehehe...

Agents of Madness! You would not dare....

Oh, how wrong you are. It is rather easy, just li----


Coronado you bastard, going and ruining all our fun like that. Nevermind, you've accomplished naught.

Damn you alejandro

Ending it. This is it. Kill the Cihldren, kill Jaluha, kill The Operator, kill Ridley
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Lost Time part II

I do believe they are starting to get to me. How could I not notice that it has been a week? They are good, very good, to be able to cloak their temporal manipulations from me. Now two days gone in only a couple of hours, it could not have been more than five or six hours since I wrote that last post.

Right now I have but a temporary and very short respite. A brief recap of events shall we?

Lucifer and he  appeared, along with that Black-Eyed boy I had spoken to before. Lucifer and he were fighting each other until they saw where they had come out of the nexus at. Lucifer broke off to face me and then he attacked the Child. Lucifer attempted to land several punches against me, which I blocked simply using my cane, then struck him in the jaw. However, it seems I fell into a bit a trap and he managed to land his next blow. It was nothing serious and I quickly recovered myself; we continued fighting for a while.

Meanwhile Ridley, feeling he needed to kill something or get himself killed, lunged at him as well, with his hunting knife already drawn and ready to cut into something. He cut into his wrist and gold 'blood' was spilling everywhere, and dissolving just about everything that came into contact with it, including Ridley's flesh, and that of the Child. The Child became enraged at this at jumped onto his back when a shadow I recognized too well fell over the area and a cold wind began to blow. All was plunged into darkness all of a sudden, and of what followed I am uncertain. I was hit by something, and I believe I may have opened a gateway and escaped for the next thing I realized I was back inside. The normal daylight had returned, he and the Child were gone, leaving only myself with Ridley and Lucifer. Ridley seemed not to have sustained much injury, merely what he had acquired from his blood. Lucifer and myself however had come out of it rather the worse for wear. Lucifer was now missing an arm, and would then have fallen to Ridley's tender mercies had he not managed to exit back into the nexus. For my own injuries it appeared that something had broken my arm, possibly trying to tear it off as it had done to Lucifer. The cause of which is still unknown.

Thus, the first battle is done, its outcome remains in question. Temporal energies are still fluctuating and dimensional tearing is getting worse. One of the pieces may have been removed from the board. Uncertain. Too many unknown factors still remain.

I do not know, I feel something is going to happen again soon. The second battle may not be far off.

~Regards

Lost Time

Well well well well well...

I see that there has been quite a bit going on in my absence. Now, you may wonder what was happening to me for me to be gone for such a stretch. You are probably disappointed that it was really nothing that will be very interesting to describe. We shall come to that in due course. However, for the brief period that I have been back there have been some remarkable occurrences taking place, one in fact I have only just returned from. These also we shall get to at the proper moment.

Where do we begin? Ah right, after Ridley arrived and blew up my room at the inn. Should I perhaps refresh your memory? It was a while ago for you all was it not? Well, there I was just enjoying a good book when that girl informs me that Ridley is outside. Now we had not seen much of him since his little falling into madness way back when. He had been possessed by Lucifer, who, it seems, has lost his own body and currently exists purely as a thought construct. I am pleased to say that this is my doing, although that is why he was coming after me. Wanted to get control of me, for revenge of course, but he also thought it would allow him to get closer enough to the Master to do... well, something. We are still not yet very clear on that aspect of the situation.

So I was transported to Lucifer's domain for 'processing'. Or to be more accurate, to be tortured for three weeks while he attempted to break into my mind. He seemed to have forgotten that he tried that once before and it did not work, and did nothing to attempt to gain better results. I am quite sorry to say that this is all the detail I can give you. I am sure you were expecting a bit more with my being away so long. If you like, I suppose I could go into great detail about how I was tortured during the three weeks. Should any of my dear readers be into such things.

Eventually he realized that I would not break and so tired of me, dumping me back here at the house. Intact I may be, but three weeks of persecution at the hands of a madman with delusions of godhood does take its toll on one. Weakened as I was I would be unable to open a Gateway and a trip on foot would do nothing to help my condition; as such I contacted the Ark for some assistance and was told it would be forthcoming. In the meantime I was informed of these recent developments. This mostly confirmed some things which have been written on my blog in the last month, but there were some more recent happenings of which all of you out there are unaware. I am also troubled by those last two posts Ridley made. But, updates first.

I learned from Phantasm that the girl, Madison, had disappeared from the Ark, though with as much attention as they were paying her, I wondered that she had not simply walked out all on her own. Secondly, there was the little issue of the Black Eyed Children. There had been increased activity ever since my little encounter last month and they appeared to be acting aggressively towards the Disciples, many had disappeared or wound up dead somehow, though nothing like what happened to Knuckles, it had been the Children's more standard methods. Suddenly it had ceased altogether. Dropped below even normal levels of activity, almost nothing. Given some past experience I would say that this has me even more worried. The Children must hunt. If they are not, then it means they are frightened of something. I will have to consult with the Master...

I digress. I was still speaking with Phantasm, she was filling me in on Ridley and Maalik's little trip back here where they had encountered the Manifestation, when I heard a noise outside. Just a slight noise it may have been, but it was off somehow. Not a usual outdoors noise. I would have investigated but that soon proved unnecessary; the source of the disturbance drew attention to itself. From the next room I heard the sound glass shattering and repeated once or twice as someone, clearly, was breaking out the window. I removed my pistol from the desk drawer and set out to confront who or whatever it was that had just broken in.

Cautiously I peered around the corner with my pistol at the ready for the first sign of an attack; there I saw that an old shovel had been used to destroy the lovely front window. Not a second later I was shown the face of the trespasser and who should it be but my dear old friend Davey. Yes, that blasphemer whose mind I had had such fun screwing around with before other matters took precedent. I had already learned of his presence here when Ridley escaped from the labyrinth. He appeared to be alone, without his dear sister and I was greatly disappointed. I had hoped I might be able to fix some... problems which had arisen. Nevertheless one must allow themselves to be discouraged, a gift is a gift after all.

As the boy climbed inside I took aim with my pistol, then fired a shot at his knee. Somehow he dodged it; appearing quite surprised to see me there he speedily recovered himself and found cover before I could fire again. It was then that I was put on the defensive as he revealed his own firearm and took a couple shots in my direction, forcing me to duck back around the corner. We were both covered then, either one of us tries to come out the other ones going to shoot. Well, this was a right fine situation we had going on here, so perhaps it would be an opportune moment to tempt fate a bit. Somebody had to do something to get this thing rolling, and naturally it would have to be me. The boy was peering through his barrier just enough to see me should I attempt anything, I do not think he was expecting me to suddenly leap out and rush across the room. He raised himself, ready to fire a shot, and I did the same.

There was but a moment of pain as the bullet cut into my shoulder. Nevermind, such things are trivial in the service of our Master. But I saw the boy fall backwards and knew I had also managed to hit my target. Dammit, I was still weakened from the weeks trapped in Lucifer's realm, a bullet wound was not helping matters any; I would have to end this quickly. I leapt over the couch that the boy had been ducked behind; he lay on the ground, one arm lying limp as the blood oozed out. There was another crack. Must have switched hands, under better circumstances I would have realized; he shot me again. It was starting to get to me now, with the state I was in already even the Master's powers were taking a while to patch things up. But I would not be bested this day and was able to land on my prey exactly as I had planned. Needed to work quickly now.

I knocked his gun out of his hand before he could try anything more and, holding my pistol with my good arm, attempted at knocking him out with the butt. To no avail, as it seemed he would be having none of that. So I caught him off guard a tad with a blow to the jaw using my bad arm. This made the pain spread faster so I knew I would need to hurry. Quickly, while my dear friend had not a moment to recover, I took another shot; it was clear though that I was out of it, my blows were not having the desired effect, my first one did so only because of surprise. Getting his one arm free he was able to deliver a punch right in my face. Had I been merely human I have no doubt my nose would have been broken. The pain from this attack coupled with two gunshot wounds and the fatigue my entire body had been feeling since my return were making me dizzy. He took the opportunity to throw me off and attempted to find his gun. The idea that this might be the end for me did cross my mind, but I try to never dwell on such thoughts. There was blood in my mouth and the taste of it, well, it makes me feel alive. I would not be dying without a fight. Of course, you can see that I did not die.

Of course, there also was no fight. By me, at any rate. Oh, I was all ready for a nice little battle to the death, as my dear friend had rather unsportingly retrieved his firearm. Well, another bullet was unlikely to act favorably for me, thus my only course of action at that point would have to be swift and decisive. Then I heard the Leaves. Yes, the Black Leaves. The boy heard them also and stopped cold. My escort had arrived, better late than never.

The boy turned and made a mad sprint for the window. He nearly got outside too when there was a band and there he goes flying out onto the lawn. I look back and who should be there but my old friend Ridley, of course. He turned to me and grinned.

"Sup Archy. Enjoy your vacation much?"

Crazy idiot, but he returned his focus to business in an instant and rushed to the window. I could not quite make out what he was yelling but it was soon followed by him emptying the rest of his gun outside. Luckily, we are fairly isolated here, Fisk would not be pleased to have to deal with this after what happened with that other situation. Oh, did I tell you, the Master's plans for that are proceeding quite smoothly. In fact, it should be quite soon that...

No no, must stay on topic, there is little... we do not have long until we must go. Davey boy managed to escape from the house, but Ridley is a persistent one and decided to follow along, forgetting all about me there of course. I pulled myself to up and into a chair, only to be greeted by still more surprises. One of the Children was there, a boy who appeared to be about ten years old. From his face I could see that he was very confused and there hung about him a feeling of temporal displacement. He did not quite seem to know where he was; the Children are also known to react negatively in such situations, but being that I had little chance of escape at the present moment I thought there could be little harm in striking up some conversation to pass the seconds until Ridley should report back. So I asked him why he was there.

"It is him, sir; he has driven us all apart. He is going to devour us."

Of course, in reply I inquired as to whom he was referring. The Child only said that he was trying to drive them towards the Bleeding. He wanted to purge the Children from the light. Nothing further was I able to gather from the Black-Eyed boy, all further inquiries were either given nonsense answers or ignored all together. He never moved, merely stood there staring into space with that perplexed look on his face.

About an hour later, there we were still: the Black-Eyed boy continually refusing to move in any way, myself bleeding in an armchair, though by this point in somewhat better shape than I had been previously. I heard some noise outside and, being now able to rise, I went to see. Yes, clearly I remembered what had happened on the last occasion I had done that. Outside it was just beginning to get dark out; the sky was a lovely dark shade of orange to one side and to the other it was just turning violet. There was a faint breeze blowing through the trees, rustling the leaves. Such a soothing sound is it not. I can think of few more relaxing.

At any rate, as I exited the house I could see a figure emerging from out of the trees. The figure appeared to be carrying something. Soon I could see that it was Ridley returning, with a knife cut across his face and his favorite jacket in shreds. He looked quite agitated. What he carried was the girl, but not Madison, or rather, not the one of her we had had before. The past version, I believe I called her Sarah before, I see no reason not to continue doing so. In a rather ungentlemanlike manner (but I suppose there is no reason for me to expect otherwise) Ridley dumped her onto the seat on the porch. She was in a quite deep sleep certainly, for no one could have continued sleeping while being handled by Ridley.

Apologies, this moment is passing, we must go. Yet I have but little remaining to speak of. Some other day it seems, we must be off.

Another Game has begun. There are those that shall fight on both fronts, yet many are unaware that the Player is moving pieces on a second board.

Something... no I cannot-- not yet.

~Regards

It began to rain in the Black Forest...

The Sergeant lie in the mud, broken and bleeding. He too had heard the voice in his head.

"You are not one of my children."

He had been told that he was not worthy to be chosen. The Sergeant wept. Why had he been forsaken? Why had this gift not been bestowed upon him as well? He reached out slowly with one arm and attempted to pull himself up, but his legs could not move. He refused to die there, in the rain and the darkness and the trees. If He would not accept him, then he would find a way to hurt Him. There had to be some way to end Him. After all, everything has a weakness.

Doesn't it?

We Now Return to Our Regularly Scheduled Program

Again, so sorry for interruptions yesterday. There was some business matters that just could NOT be avoided. Let's get started shall we? This is gonna be another long one...
Now, where were we?

Our brave little toaster soldiers had done away with good ol' doctor Abendroth, and had discovered a strange bone seemingly connected to his recent experiments. Along with this was what appeared to be the doc's journal, which told of his meetings with a creature in the forest. The doctor had been driven mad and in the end he wanted the creature to destroy the world for him.

While the Sergeant was still reading out of the Doc's journal one of the men was still patrolling the lab, making sure to keep an eye out for anything strange. Strange things do tend to crop up on missions like these, don't they? Sadly, recon-guy never saw what hit him. Oh, but he definitely heard what hit him. A mad creature in an SS uniform, screaming like an ape jumped out behind the soldier, throwing his arms around the him and plunging his knife into the guy's neck. He broke the neck and continued hacking at it until he'd detached the head. Would've sat down to a nice little meal if not for the fact that his screaming had of course called the other soldiers over there. Bullet thru the brain, down goes mad nazi (see, I can spell it right when I want to, get off my back).

There were only four men left now, and Sicarius decided they needed to leave before anything else happened. In all the years that he had been dealing with the supernatural, this was something quite different from anything he'd seen before. This place they were in was just... wrong, it should not exist, there seemed to be no natural laws here, only chaos.

"My, but gentlemen, you'll never find the way out of here like that. I won't let you go without me."

Sicarius jumped and turned to see where this voice had come from. It was one of the other Nat-zee dudes. Where he had come in from, it was hard to say as there was only blank stone walls in the direction he was coming from. His uniform was in tatters, though he appeared to be wearing some other kind of uniform in the places where his was especially damaged. There was a bandage around his head, covering his left eye. His right leg was missing and in its place was some form of artificial limb, the likes of which the soldiers had never seen before, it was shiny metal and it moved just as a normal leg would move. Strapped on his back was a rusted old sword, the end of which had broken off, and in his hand he held what looked to be a rifle, but it was no type of rifle that any of them had seen before. He spoke again:

"The darkness gentlemen, children of darkness. There are too many of them, can't fight past them on my own, even with these sorcerous weapons I found here."

Sicarius asked the nazi what had happened to him. The nazi said they needed to hurry, He would be getting close now since the old man had finished his experiment. Sicarius figured the nazi might at least be less dangerous than whatever creature it was that lived in this place. They followed, and the nazi talked.

"We came down here six days ago with orders to kill Dr. Abendroth. Himmler got wind of what the old man was trying to do and wanted it stopped. We found him, tried to take him out, but he said it wasn't Time yet. He did something and the maze shifted, we got separated. I found Erich, dead, something had ripped him open, removed all of his organs. Then I found Friedrich. He looked so old, he started screaming at me, said I was devil come back from the dead, said he'd seen the creature kill me months ago. I only barely escaped before he shot me. I don't know about the others. But that creature, that thing that wears the form of a man, that I've seen. What the doctor tried to control. He was a fool. The beast, it is chaos and death incarnate."

They had been climbing a steep stairway for must've been about twenty minutes. All the Time they could hear noises all around them. First it was the screaming, then there was that strange tekeli li, tekeli lie coming from somewhere they could not place. Then they heard the children. The voices children, yelling at them from out of the darkness as they neared the top of the stairs. When they did reach the top the yelling became angry, the children told them they could not leave, they said that He wanted them here, to play with them. The soldiers continued on, following the nat-zee boy to a large door ahead of them. The children said they would not be leaving, that they would die. Sicarius, out of the corner of his eye, saw things moving in the shadows. Lots of things. Lots of small things. Small and human-shaped things.

He yelled at the nazi soldier, the children were there. He shouldn't have done that. The children were playing, they didn't like it when people found them hiding. The nazi turned swiftly, knowing that it was already too late, and fired into the shadows. Bright bursts of light shot from the barrel of his gun, he yelled at Sicarius and his men to just shoot them, hurry up and shoot them and they might still be able to escape. They did so, but to no avail. One of Sicarius' men disappeared, just disappeared into nowhere. Then one of the men was shot in the chest. They turned and saw another natzee running thru, trying to reach the door and gunning down anything in his way. The first natzee recognized him as Friedrich and tried to catch his attention. Amid all the confusion, Sicarius could hear the rustle of leaves. Leaves. He thought it odd that he should hear leaves in such a place at such a Time as this.

Then he heard the nazi scream. He turned to see Him. The creature. Chaos. Death. Wearing a twisted mockery of the human form, the beast stood nearly twelve feet tall, its arm long and twisted, like the branches of a tree. It wore a suit, a dark suit, so very dark it appeared to take all light from the area. And a tie, red as blood, around its neck. What Sicarius noticed most though was that the creature had no face; where a human's features should be it was just blank, empty. Maybe that's why he didn't immediately see the tentacles coming from the creature's back, grabbing the natzee that had been leadin them out. At least, not until the creature started ripping the natzee apart with those tentacles.
That was what snapped Sicarius out of his daze. The children were gone, at least he thought they were since he couldn't see them around any more. That Friedrich fellow was gone now too, but the Sergeant was still there, and very bewildered looking, he appeared to not really know what was going on. But then, Sicarius didn't either, he just knew they had to get out. He yelled to his last remaining comrade and motioned for the door. The Sergeant also snapped back to reality and the two of them rushed for the big door. Sicarius did not dare look back to see if the creature was following them. Somehow they could still hear the screams of the natzee, though surely he must've been dead already?

They kept running, past the rows and rows of pews, the stain-glassed windows, things which surely were not supposed to be in this very ancient church which appeared on no map. They reached the big door and struggled to get it open. The door was very large and very heavy, but soon enough they were able to pull it open just enough that they could get through. The Sergeant sneaked a glance behind them and gave a yell. The creature was standing only a few feet from them, appearing to have never moved at all, the body-parts of the now certainly very-dead natzee held in its tentacles. The creature was looking at them, he could just tell that it was, even without a face. Sicarius would not allow the creature to ensnare him though; he grabbed the Sergeant and pulled him away from the old church. The creature remained on the other side of the doors, still just standing there, still just staring. The two soldiers took off through the forest.
Sicarius and the Sergeant evenutally had to stop for a rest, though. They had't seen the creature anywhere after they got outside, so they thought it might be safe to stop, at least long enough for them to figure out how to get out of there without running into any Nat-zees. The Sergeant took out his compass, but found that it kept pointing in different directions, at one point the needle even appeared to be attempting ot point straight down. It seemed they would have to have to just start walking and pray for the best. So they started off, keeing an eye out for the creature, for Him, or any other unnatural beings that might be hiding in the forest.

It seemed to Sicarius that they had been walking for a very long Time. The Black Forest is very large of course, but somehow he just didn't feel right about it. He didn't feel as though they were getting anywhere. He made note of a tree with a very unusual shape. Several minutes later, he thought they passed it again; he couldn't be sure so took out his knife and carved a cross into it. Some minutes later they passed the tree with the cross. They were going in circles, though Sicarius knew they couldn't be, they were always heading in a straight line. At least, normally they shouldn't be, but today was very very unusual. The creature had them in a loop, and a very good one it seems, as long as it had taken him to figure it out. The creature could be watching them, it probably was watching them. Or at least keeping them busy until it felt like dealing with them itself. Sicarius knew he'd have to act quickly to get them out of the loop.

There was a gunshot. Sicarius turned to see the Sergeant, his gun raised, the creature several yards off unharmed by the bullet the Sergeant had just attempted to put thru His brain. Assuming it had a brain in its head, of course. The Sergeant fired again, again the creature was unaffected and now the Sergeant was out of bullets. The creature was ignoring the Sergeant though, He passed right by the Sergeant, looking at Sicarius the whole Time. Sicarius was unsure what to do, the guns wouldn't work and he wasn't sure he had any magick that could affect this thing. He had simply never encountered something like this before.

The Sergeant saw that the creature had ignored him, passed right on by without even taking a second to kill him on the way. How DARE this fucking bastard! He'd killed the damn Natzee, and wasn't he worth more than a stupid fucking Natzee? The Sergeant had dropped his knife somewhere during the confusion so he found a good-sized tree branch that had fallen and snapped off the end to make it sharp. He ran at the creature, planning to impale the bastard on the limb; somehow he felt certain that this would kill. He just KNEW that it would. It didn't. The branch went through the creature alright, but He didn't even seem to notice it. The Sergeant grew more enraged, pulled the branch out of the creature and started beating the thing with it. The creature took notice now, but only as a man would acknowledge the fly buzzing around him. The creature unleashed His tentacles on the Sergeant, who dropped the branch and broke into a hysterical laughter. The tentacles grabbed him and merely tossed him over into a tree. Though to be fair, the throw did succeed in breaking several of the Sergeant's ribs, puncturing a lung, causing massive internal bleeding, and some right nasty damage to his spine.

Somehow the Sergeant was still not amused. It didn't matter, he couldn't move now, and it was Sicarius that the creature was interested in. He hadn't even looked away from Sicarius while disposing of that little irritation, just continued looking at Sicarius. Sicarius still didn't know what to do; he couldn't move, it wouldn't matter if he did, there was no way to escape this thing. He knew this was true. There was no way that he could fight this thing for it was Death and Chaos and Eternity; it could never be destroyed. He wondered why this being would possibly bother the affairs of men, for beside Him we are nothing; we are small, insignificant, weak. Imperfect. Truly this being must be perfect.

Sicarius felt humbled. He knew now what he must do, so he bowed before Him. It was only proper that he give proper respct to one so far superior to himself, was it not? Then he heard the voice in his head. A voice horrible, yet soothing, so very much like a voice in a dream yet it held much authority.

"You have chosen wisely, my child. Arise and serve Me, give your life into My service."

Sicarius could not refuse. To do so would be madness. What purpose was there in serving men? It was only in following Him that one would gain power. For He WAS power, and those who stood against Him would be destroyed. Destroyed forever. But for those who stood with Him, they would gain eternity.

He could hear the leaves again. But he knew now. The leaves were good for they were of His world. Sicarius was dead now. In his place was something new, in his place stood a man more complete, a man made more whole. There were others that had been chosen by the Master. It would now be his job to bring this gift to his fellow man, to give these chosen their purpose. He had been like them only moments ago, weak and without purpose. Now he was strong, he was complete. He would help them find the truth.





Well, there we go. Damn, so motherfuckin' long. Story Time with Uncle Ridley is done now chillins, so off to bed wit' ye. Time for all good little boys and girls to get some sleep. And now that that's done with, we'll be getting back to our normal activity. Namely, fucking runners up the ass, scaring small chillin shitless, and tracking down that asshole that shot me in the arm and stole a whole fuckin week from me. Remember, I do this because I love you. I love each and every last one of you. Don't forget that my chillins.

He will rise soon. We await his return.

Y'all stay frosty. We're always watching.