Realitea

THAT FUCKING TRAITOR. She fucking trashed my place, and killed a bunch of my underlings. I thought she was on an assignment from Father to gain the trust of Thompson and Murray, and then kill them when they were least expecting it! What went wrong?! What could have happened?! Could she seriously have turned her back on Father, who raised her from a baby to craft her to the perfect timberwolf! She was going to be an Apostle! She was going to be higher-ranked than me! 

She was going to be the next Archangel. In case you people reading this here are unfamiliar with the way The Archangel works, he can only stay in a body for a good 300 years or so before the flesh begins to decay around him, like a prolonged case of The Dying Man. So every now and again we have a person kidnapped from birth be raised to be the new body for our Father. Realitea was supposed to be that one.

Most could understand why she might run away, not wanting to lose her body, but I don't see that happening. In the society she's lived in her whole life, becoming one with Father is the highest honor possible. You don't die, you become a part of him, to live in eternal bliss with him forever. Honestly, if I was selected for the next body, I'd be overjoyed. I'd be more permanant than everyone else, I'd be with Father forever. 

But she couldn't have been taken over by strings, she's received special combat training to avoid that. The strings really aren't that powerful when you know how to fight them. Anyways, she joined of her own volition....I have a new mission. Kill Realitea and all those who defend her.

Embrace The Archangel.

I realized

Oh, I'm sorry, everyone, I forgot to introduce myself. Not really. I really don't care about any of you. My name is Dawson Jameson. I'm 26. I'm an Apostle. That's right, I talk to the big man himself. The Archangel.
Before we continue, let me be very clear on one thing.
I.
HATE.
DANIEL THOMPSON.
That little shit almost cost my career as a high-ranking timberwolf because I "failed to keep out intruders" eat shit, Thompson, and that goes double for your slut of a Mistress. She belongs in the front of a department store, not in a Tower in the Empty City.
I know you're going to read this Thompson, so keep in mind this one thing. I'm reading your blog. When you least expect it, that's when I'll strike, and you won't even see it coming. I know, I'm putting my plan for you to see. Because I want you to be afraid. I want you to sleep with one eye open. I want you to look behind you. I want you to be afraid to leave the safety of your tower, your room. Because I'll be waiting. It could be a shot from the top of a random building, or a knife in the back, but you're going to die, Thompson, and I'll enjoy every minute of it. I'll be the one grinning down as you bleed out on your back. I'll be the one to cut off your dick and shove it in your mouth and watch you choke it down with your dying breathes. I'll be the last thing you ever see. Who knows? I might bring along one of those Blood Vessels you love so much, so you can see your two favorite things as you die!
Also, besides that, Lydia or whatever, you seem to not like timberwolves. However, I'm sure that if you saw what was under THIS gas mask, you'd change your mind. I've made lesbians straight, I can surely get you to like me.

Embrace The Archangel.

Our Father

Our Father,
Who Art In Heaven,
Hallowed By Thy Name.

Our Kingdom Come,
Thy Will Be Done,
On Earth As It Is Heaven

Embrace The Archangel.