Topic: Wicked Revelations

Keirra Owens

Date: 2017-01-05 03:50 EST
I hate what I'm doing to him. I fucking hate it'

It's not me" I wish he'd know that it's not me. I wish that I could tell him.

He already thinks I'm insane, whether it's hormones or I snapped" How crazy would that sound"

"Hey babe? I know I've been a pain in the ass lately, but it's not really me" It's this other bitch you killed. We talk in my head a lot."

I'm afraid if he knows, she won't be so subtle about trying to make him pay' At least through me, he has a fighting chance"

I want to hate her" I want to hate her so much. I want to fight it, with everything I have inside of me.

"but she talks to me"and it makes so much sense when she does"

I know that he did terrible things before he met me"but I can't believe that I'll be just another victim. I must believe he's changed" if he hadn't"would I still be here" After everything" Even when he was a demon, he protected me.

When those people came to arrest him' He made sure I got out of the house.

When Jameson did that number on me" Zver dressed my wounds, he bathed me, carried me.

Even when he was a demon, there was some part of him that cared for me. How can I believe that he's out to destroy me" How can I believe that he doesn't love me"

Lisa is trying to make me believe it' She is trying to convince me. She's so angry at him"

I can't tell my own anger apart from hers anymore.

Am I losing it'

Have I lost it'

I'm so scared. I don't want this. Any of it. I wish she'd go away.

She says it's nothing personal" It feels pretty damn personal to me. She's in my head, fucking up my life"and it's nothing personal"

I wish that he'd see that it isn't me. How could he think that it's me"

If I went away, she wouldn't be able to use me anymore"

I Love Luci

Date: 2017-01-14 06:43 EST
Chicken

No, I'm not talking about the bobble-necked bird. I'm not talking about the crispy food that humans tend to indulge themselves on, especially those" Ahem. I'm not going to go any further with that statement.

The girl.

The young girl with the swirling crimson irises. The one that turned a man into nothing more than a cloud of dust.

The girl that can turn a simple rock to gold.

For someone as myself, who's seen centuries and centuries...millennia...Unfold into a cycling rerun of pathetic, pitiful history. I've been in Rhy"Din for half a week and I've discovered three creatures I've never come across before.

An unknown God of War. A reaper who can feel wrath that would make that dickless goat proud.

A girl who's race I can't discern to the knowledge that I've built on experience, time and basic wiring of an Angel.

A girl who has summoned two possibilities in my mind:

A) She has the Philosopher's Stone in her possession and the Stone has been downplayed drastically. B) She's something new completely and I've come across jackpot.

Which...I am known for doing.

I displayed my wings to her, and though some may find it idiotic to do so, I didn't. By making myself vulnerable, I tested her ability of not only control of herself, but of her ability.

She's a child. I will admit I underestimated her. Even if only to myself.

I expected her to jump at the opportunity to touch them, but she restrained herself. She stared at them instead. Which...That part I did expect. They are rather beautiful, after all.

I gave her a feather, I had plenty to spare and it will grow back. She seemed pleased by it, but that wasn't the point. The showing of my wings wasn't to entertain a child, though it may have seemed so. It was a test.

By giving her the feather, I expected her touch to turn it to dust. But she seems to have control of her abilities to an extent. What the extent is, I don't know. But I aim to find out.

The goal is to befriend her, get her to trust me. That, I don't feel will be difficult. Perhaps for a lesser being, but not for me.

The Wrathful Reaper showed up tonight while I was giving Chicken my company. (Oh, that name makes me chuckle every time. Not the worst I've heard, surely.) She'd been sitting there for some time, I knew but wouldn't give her the benefit of my attention. When she finally decided to announce her presence, that was when things became even more interesting.

The girl, Chicken, she fed from the Reaper. Right from the wrist, with no fang I could notice. She's not a leech, not any I've encountered before. But I was informed she isn't a reaper, either. Avi decided to also inform me that the cause of Chicken's possible skittish behaviors and addiction to the reaper blood was their father. Also, without it...That Chicken may perhaps die. Though interesting, it could prove to complicate things. More testing may need to be considered.

Could the girl survive off our Reapers" Death's Reapers" Or does she need specifically these" foreign...Strain of Reapers" It certainly provides a curious question.

She also revealed to me the reason for the girl's well-earned name.

Solaris Slane.

I have no knowledge of what he did to the girl, but I know of Hell. I know of torture, of pain.

The way the girl reacted when his name was mentioned angered me, I will admit that.

I am King of Hell. But I'm no demon. I am Prideful, but I don't lack emotions as many of my brethren do. Perhaps it is the influence of the sins I'm surrounded by. Or perhaps the old wiring of that golden rule that had me wanting to take up my sword once more and drive it through the chest of Solaris.

I have much planning to do. And more information to collect. You don't waltz in with your gun half cocked.

But what I do know: Solaris Slane will meet the judgment of Hell and pay for his sins no different than the others beneath my judgment. And when I'm finished with him myself, he will see all of what Hell has to offer.